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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>dating.</title><content type='html'>Why the fuck is it so hard to date someone. Why does there have to be awkward conversations and all that awful magic spells.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I find someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8396953545120899908?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8396953545120899908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8396953545120899908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8396953545120899908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8396953545120899908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/dating.html' title='dating.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2766559194071127201</id><published>2011-08-04T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:55:52.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one that got away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='davey'/><title type='text'>the one that got away.</title><content type='html'>I remember seeing him and kinda getting a vibe about what would happen.&lt;div&gt;But I didn't think anything would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all quite fast, and whenever I say anything about certain things to people - I lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to keep some things a secret. Just for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't have given up so easily, and been scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause he's got a new life, and it's damn near impossible to contact him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just hard burying things that were left up in the air, and never jumped at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably will think about it for awhile, because again, no way to reach him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn the ones that get away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They take some shit with em, and leave you with new shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1511738632988649979-2766559194071127201?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2766559194071127201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2766559194071127201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2766559194071127201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2766559194071127201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-that-got-away.html' title='the one that got away.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5209574472550935403</id><published>2011-08-04T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:44:36.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cottage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>don't let me go.</title><content type='html'>There was a moment this week when I went away with friends, that seemed like bliss.&lt;div&gt;That seems really tacky, and really deep to say, but it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am not going to deny that emotion from seeping out into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just sitting there and I looked around the room, and everyone was with someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking. Laughing. Not giving a shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now laugh at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later when I went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized some of these people won't be with me later on in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe none of them. I most certainly hope not. But it's true to an extent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is kind of sad when you really look at it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made me then realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm losing touch with people who I've always felt I've had to keep close or I'll be thrown out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes  I really over analyze things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have a feeling about certain friendships...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hate that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1511738632988649979-5209574472550935403?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5209574472550935403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5209574472550935403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5209574472550935403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5209574472550935403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-was-moment-this-week-when-i-went.html' title='don&apos;t let me go.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2752481921169068035</id><published>2011-07-19T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:52:52.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenangst'/><title type='text'>looking up.</title><content type='html'>There are moments in summer when you actually feel like it's going to be the  best one yet.&lt;div&gt;I always get that feeling at the beginning but then nothing extraordinary happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately though, pretty great things have been happening, and while I can't really grasp onto how much fun this summer is, I'm sure I'll look back on it and miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but I always feel like summers change things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot can happen in those short months of freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have learnt anything from these past few months, it's that the inevitably scary world of 'reality' is closer then it appears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many of my friends are growing into young adults, and I feel like we are practically almost done transitioning from teenager to one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's scary and exciting, but ultimately sad because we are no longer free teenagers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought I would still feel like a teen at 19,  but I haven't felt like one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up sucks, but at least things are looking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1511738632988649979-2752481921169068035?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2752481921169068035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2752481921169068035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2752481921169068035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2752481921169068035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/looking-up.html' title='looking up.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4191450691729297695</id><published>2011-06-30T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:49:48.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>sleeping sickness.</title><content type='html'>I hate sleeping sometimes, because all I think about is people dying and awful things about stuff that in the future is going to be hard to deal with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just stay up till I pass out and don't think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4191450691729297695?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4191450691729297695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4191450691729297695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4191450691729297695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4191450691729297695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/sleeping-sickness.html' title='sleeping sickness.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2769407977223323135</id><published>2011-04-17T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:17:06.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>i survived.</title><content type='html'>this is the last week i have to live in the land of hell - oakville.&lt;div&gt;i can't believe i survived this school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after nana dying i was already giving up, but i made it, and even though not all of me is here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm glad i didn't quit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this school year hasn't changed me that much, neither has living away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe in the department of independence it has, but i still feel the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first year of college? a bust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a way everything seems more mature though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i definitely don't feel like a high school kid anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we shall see where this year off takes me, and what i'll do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't tell you how excited i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2769407977223323135?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2769407977223323135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2769407977223323135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2769407977223323135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2769407977223323135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-last-week-i-have-to-live-in.html' title='i survived.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4571648714657885263</id><published>2011-04-11T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:07:46.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>bottle to bottle.</title><content type='html'>is it sad that i love when my weekends involve drinking?&lt;div&gt;i wouldn't say i'm addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i would say i would hate a world where i was just sober.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i feel bad for lindsay lohan and charlie sheen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i think i need to stop though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm sure lots of people my age think the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anybody..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4571648714657885263?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4571648714657885263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4571648714657885263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4571648714657885263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4571648714657885263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/bottle-to-bottle.html' title='bottle to bottle.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6056837461561265228</id><published>2011-04-11T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:02:34.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool life'/><title type='text'>who you are.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder why i was never really my true self in highschool.&lt;div&gt;cause if i was the person i was today, i wouldn't care what people thought of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cliche, but you would say the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe you won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being different from everyone else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is so much better then being like the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6056837461561265228?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6056837461561265228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6056837461561265228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6056837461561265228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6056837461561265228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-you-are.html' title='who you are.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-7043954561776233953</id><published>2011-04-06T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:47:12.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'>body snatcher.</title><content type='html'>i've never been so determined in my life to look good.&lt;div&gt;call it vanity, or low self esteem, but it is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personally i like to call it HEALTHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over being overlooked, last choice, not good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll look better then all of yall in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im no longer going to be just that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill be working my ass off, showing you i did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im gonna look good while doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-7043954561776233953?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7043954561776233953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=7043954561776233953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7043954561776233953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7043954561776233953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/body-snatcher.html' title='body snatcher.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-770408015861958761</id><published>2011-04-06T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:41:08.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>miles away.</title><content type='html'>i don't even know you, &lt;div&gt;and you're like... thousands of miles away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i really, really wish i knew you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wish you were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's friggin weird that i would think that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess it's human nature to want people you can't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1511738632988649979-770408015861958761?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/770408015861958761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=770408015861958761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/770408015861958761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/770408015861958761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/miles-away.html' title='miles away.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3328792312322854230</id><published>2011-03-24T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:22:08.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>do i think i'll ever fall in love?&lt;div&gt;as of now, i can say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this is my year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm gonna say this and say it with truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one really measures up to what i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that horrible? i think thats horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe not, but there are so many people who aren't what i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like all the people who are attractive and like me are only on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill keep waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-3328792312322854230?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3328792312322854230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3328792312322854230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3328792312322854230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3328792312322854230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6148247031458269243</id><published>2011-03-23T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:46:50.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comeback'/><title type='text'>life is still here.</title><content type='html'>im still here. &lt;div&gt;school is almost done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you believe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im thinking this blog is coming back from the dead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody goes on it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so im free, and + out of high school = bye bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im a lose cannon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im a fireball,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im a torpedo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really tired and grammatically incorrect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6148247031458269243?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6148247031458269243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6148247031458269243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6148247031458269243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6148247031458269243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-still-here.html' title='life is still here.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-644006183796346114</id><published>2011-01-26T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:11:04.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><title type='text'>truth.</title><content type='html'>im a real bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-644006183796346114?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/644006183796346114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=644006183796346114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/644006183796346114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/644006183796346114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/truth.html' title='truth.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4931122975958528669</id><published>2010-11-26T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:37:20.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>rape me school.</title><content type='html'>School has boggled my mind for the past few months. So much homework. N I'm prettttyyyy sure it's getting worse, because 3 weeks until x-mas break and now the time is to rape me with homework.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4931122975958528669?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4931122975958528669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4931122975958528669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4931122975958528669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4931122975958528669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/rape-me-school.html' title='rape me school.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4971299645793670225</id><published>2010-10-20T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:13:25.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>dead?</title><content type='html'>Is this blog dead?&lt;div&gt;I've moved onto another blog that nobody knows about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing things right this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4971299645793670225?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4971299645793670225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4971299645793670225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4971299645793670225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4971299645793670225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/dead.html' title='dead?'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1814211959103754794</id><published>2010-09-27T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:55:11.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>school, slobs and trannys.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on in a really long time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been stressing me out with the amount of homework I am getting every week. Big papers, stupid stuff. My house life is normal, I'm not really homesick anymore, roommates are like total slobs. I cleaned the god damn kitchen for like an hour with my friend cause it was so messy and disgusting. Shit was on the counter that had been there for like a week. I wanted to puke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I pretty much live for the weekends. This past week I went to Toronto and got drunk with all my friends. People met trannys, got high in allies, went looking for drunk people, saw people having sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD WEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1814211959103754794?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1814211959103754794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1814211959103754794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1814211959103754794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1814211959103754794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-slobs-and-trannys.html' title='school, slobs and trannys.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4186036657497445642</id><published>2010-09-14T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:49:45.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>long way from home.</title><content type='html'>Well college has been hard. It just ain't like high school. I like it so far! Teachers are interesting but classes are just so long! 3 hours! ugh! At least we are able to have our laptops open. As for this week living in the new house has been okay. Not great. I won't lie, I have been pretty homesick and can't wait to see friends again, but I am slowly adjusting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tonight I got the chance to see LIGHTS at our school. It was 5 bucks, I saw her before, it ruled so there was no way I was missing this. Let's just say it was awesome! Such a great concert, and her vocals sounded amazing live! I love her! It was a great night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is a short class and only more day after that till I am home for the weekend! WOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1511738632988649979-4186036657497445642?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4186036657497445642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4186036657497445642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4186036657497445642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4186036657497445642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-way-from-home.html' title='long way from home.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3554254550957227787</id><published>2010-09-07T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:32:50.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommates'/><title type='text'>first day of college.</title><content type='html'>First day of college today! Wow. What a crazy experience. Found all my classes ok, but got to find more tomorrow. Should be interesting. My teachers are pretty cool. They are both guys and they know what they're talking about. My first period teacher is an artist, and told us about his wild days back in the 70s/80s. He then told our class he wish he had a shot of vodka right now. Why? He said he wanted to get drunk. Cool guy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My second teacher I met already and he is a total hippie. He reminds me so much of this teacher at my high school. His class made me feel like I was in a law class. We debated the whole entire class. He asked us about controversial topics, and made us go on a certain side of the classroom and tell him why we chose that side. We did that about the whole class. Our topics ranged from the mosque being built by the WTC's, Sarah Palin, Fox News being biased, that kind of stuff. When I got home I hung out with my roommate. Man. She is cool. She is a theatre kid so she is always got to be the centre of attention but she was openly smoking out of a bong while talking to us. She told us about her adventures out on the west coast, and how she did a lot of coke at circus school. I liked hanging with her. She has got a cool personality. And pink hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is a new day though, and I have to find a new classroom. We shall see how that goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-3554254550957227787?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3554254550957227787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3554254550957227787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3554254550957227787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3554254550957227787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-college.html' title='first day of college.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8914042272648405571</id><published>2010-09-06T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:48:24.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>settled in and not so settled.</title><content type='html'>So I'm moved in! Writing from my new room right now. It it kind of weird, but it feels strangely like home. I like my desk. As far as my roommates go they seem pretty normal. Not weird. My landlord is just crazy though. She just showed up at 10:30 at night and walked in. Uhhh. I locked my door cause I wasn't dealing with her. She talks and talks. She just wont shut up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is tomorrow and I am kind of nervous now. Should be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8914042272648405571?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8914042272648405571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8914042272648405571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8914042272648405571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8914042272648405571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/settled-in-and-not-so-settled.html' title='settled in and not so settled.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2634077066039288212</id><published>2010-09-02T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T14:26:21.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>a reason to move.</title><content type='html'>It pisses me right off when my dad acts like a total fuck tard. He started kicking all the boxes I had at the end of the stairs, saying he didn't want to see them there, and was acting like a complete dick. I said I couldn't wait to not see him. My mom starts going on saying that it really upsets her when she hears me say that sort of stuff and that I am to blame as well. How?! He gives such attitude towards me! I am not going to just sit there and take it! She said that I should respect adults.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well I do. Not him. He is the one that needs to grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2634077066039288212?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2634077066039288212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2634077066039288212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2634077066039288212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2634077066039288212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/reason-to-move.html' title='a reason to move.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6241122085789363127</id><published>2010-09-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:47:59.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>boxes and bitches.</title><content type='html'>Today I helped my sister and my friend move into their new house in Toronto. I am jealous. They have the best house ever. Minus the no air conditioning, and it is in such a great spot in the city! It was a long day of moving heavy objects and boxes into this little house, but fun. Glad I got to share that experience with em. A funny thing happened today to as well. My friends cat jumped into the moving truck and they locked her in and drove to my house, when they opened the backdoor the cat came hopping out. They had no clue it was in there so it came to Toronto with us. In fact it sat in the back of the truck all the way. Ha ha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting everything in the house  we went out to dinner to this restaurant right across the street from them and it was awful. Food was great. Service was appalling! This lady in her mid 20's, never came and checked on us, never refilled our drinks, and screwed up our bills. When we told her she did em wrong she went to fix them, but came back with the same wrong bill. She then tried to explain that because we asked for separate bills it made everything "hectic" she actually tried to blame us! The nerve! Then she screwed up the bill again and screamed, OH MY GODDDD, like it was a such a burden. Dumb bitch. Hellz no she didn't get a tip, but when my friend left one, she didn't even take it! WHAT THE FUCKKK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6241122085789363127?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6241122085789363127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6241122085789363127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6241122085789363127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6241122085789363127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/boxes-and-bitches.html' title='boxes and bitches.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8953333574108290879</id><published>2010-08-28T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:31:22.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>so many teenage dreams.</title><content type='html'>So tonight my friends mom had a wedding. I went to the reception with a bunch of friends, and boy! was it fun! Seriously we all took advantage of the open bar and got drunk and danced the night away. Didn't stop. It was actually so much fun. I live for moments like these when you actually feel super happy just dancing with all your friends and doing stupid shit. You only get to experience it once! It was also the last time I was going to see a lot of people before we went to college so we all said or goodbyes. People cried! lol. It was a nice moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe college is so soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8953333574108290879?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8953333574108290879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8953333574108290879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8953333574108290879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8953333574108290879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-many-teenage-dreams.html' title='so many teenage dreams.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5204096155600359835</id><published>2010-08-27T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:43:57.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>talking to the dead.</title><content type='html'>My friend had a psychic party the other night and a lot of people went. All I can say that it was intense and that these 2 ladies said things that would've been IMPOSSIBLE to know. Like legit. I still can't believe what happened. I talked to my papa. This woman described my papa, his car, his necklace, and his chair he sat on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO WAY IS IT FAKE. I truly believe in afterlife now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5204096155600359835?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5204096155600359835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5204096155600359835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5204096155600359835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5204096155600359835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/talking-to-dead.html' title='talking to the dead.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2092289196879678691</id><published>2010-08-20T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:09:19.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenangst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyes'/><title type='text'>teenage dream.</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a special night. A celebration for one of my best friends. And of course getting drunk was in order which pretty much everyone did. All in all a great time. I had a lengthy talk with my friend about being jealous we aren't in high school anymore, and that we will only get that experience once. We already miss it. It was almost sad to think about, especially what has been on my mind lately.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't help that people were like, "This is kind of like the last hurrah for some of us right now!" or, "We might not see each other again!" Stuff like that. It hurt cause it was like the truth. And that truth stings like a bitch. But tonight I have never felt like a teenager more in my life. Getting drunk, dancing, celebrating, drunk swimming with music blasting and having an awesome time with friends. All at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's moments like these that will make us young forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2092289196879678691?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2092289196879678691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2092289196879678691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2092289196879678691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2092289196879678691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenage-dream.html' title='teenage dream.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5786699132294134405</id><published>2010-08-20T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:43:58.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>trying to believe.</title><content type='html'>I have felt very odd lately. Very odd. In fact so odd that I don't know whether to be shocked at my own self. For pretty much my whole life I have never really believed in god. Was never raised to choose a religion it was always there. Don't think my dad believes in anything. Don't know about my mom either. She isn't very vocal about it but I think she does believe in god and all that stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past couple years I have always been saying I don't believe in god, I don't think it's real. But lately I have been wanting to believe in something. I'm actually jealous that people actually deep down genuinely believe that someone is out there watching us and that we will go to a great place after we die. I went to a funeral today. And while the service was going on I just thought to myself, why can't I believe in god? Maybe it's the bible. The bible is just so full of rules, and stuff I don't agree with. I think religion tears people apart. But at the same time I have seen it bring so many people together. I think all this questioning about my faith lately has been stemming from spirituality. I'm confused about this universe and how it's "perfect." I believe in ghosts, afterlife, reincarnation, but yet I can't believe in god?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to genuinely hate religion before, but I want something to believe in. I want to go somewhere when I die. I don't want to say it's not real but I don't want to say it is either. Borderline. I'll find myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5786699132294134405?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5786699132294134405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5786699132294134405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5786699132294134405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5786699132294134405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/trying-to-believe.html' title='trying to believe.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6331593206423018613</id><published>2010-08-20T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:30:03.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scientist (Cover) - Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/MJC1glfN7AA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJC1glfN7AA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJC1glfN7AA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends I know have this like band, and right now they are doing cover songs. I heard this one and thought it was good. It's Coldplay's, The Scientist. I love this song. It is one of my favourites. And I think they covered it really well. I want to do a collaboration now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys should really subscribe to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6331593206423018613?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6331593206423018613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6331593206423018613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6331593206423018613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6331593206423018613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/scientist-cover-coldplay.html' title='The Scientist (Cover) - Coldplay'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2137305828351905883</id><published>2010-08-16T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:28:59.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>a change isn't coming.</title><content type='html'>So tonight I went to great lengths to change this blog name and everything. I did change it. Then I ran into a problem, and eventually I gave up. I guess a part of me didn't want to change the name and stuff, but I feel like I should write more personal stuff on my mind and not have to worry about people spreading rumors around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end I chose not to change it. I want this blog to be a natural progression so when I look back I can see how I grew and how I did things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more natural to just keep some things the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2137305828351905883?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2137305828351905883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2137305828351905883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2137305828351905883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2137305828351905883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/change-isnt-coming.html' title='a change isn&apos;t coming.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8717260240832267223</id><published>2010-08-16T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:58:38.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>change is coming.</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wish none of my friends knew my blog. That way I could post more in depth posts and stuff and remain anonymous. I'm looking into possibly changing my blog URL and getting a more secretive profile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I may lose a shit load of readers, but I want to share more stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8717260240832267223?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8717260240832267223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8717260240832267223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8717260240832267223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8717260240832267223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/change-is-coming.html' title='change is coming.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2653757916426426129</id><published>2010-08-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:54:41.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>the mac, the parties, and cramming.</title><content type='html'>Man oh man. Never thought I would see the day but..... I GOT A MAC! Yes, this Windows boy finally has been turned to the dark side. Or the better side I should say. I had to get one for school anyways but I don't know, I just never thought I would wake up one morning and get one! They are great, they have everything and more, and this baby is fast. It's an addiction and my new pet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As for this weekend, it has been great! Friday got super drunk/high, and stayed up till 7 in the morning with friends talking and watching Denis the Menace. We slept in like a sea of blankets. Kind of like in Spice World when they are outside in that colourful couch thing, and they all have house coats and blankets surround them. Ya like that, but not as comfortable as is should be. Still. It was a fun night. Saturday, took a chill pill and went to my friends house and did shit all. I needed that. Yesterday went to the cottage and got drunk. It was fun times as usual, but had a kind of bummed out day because of a death. Not getting into detail of that because it's not at my liberty to talk about it but I do hope my friends okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So weekend was great. Now I work tomorrow, the day after that, then a party, then I work again, then another party. Cramming in as much as I can because it is the last 3 weeks of summer! Then college and we all go separate ways in separate cities! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2653757916426426129?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2653757916426426129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2653757916426426129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2653757916426426129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2653757916426426129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/mac-parties-and-cramming.html' title='the mac, the parties, and cramming.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2675278165286650156</id><published>2010-08-10T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T01:23:51.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>teenage rock n roll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGEMFd0c5mI/AAAAAAAAA1s/a-s_FFJSmwA/s1600/punta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503693507666962018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGEMFd0c5mI/AAAAAAAAA1s/a-s_FFJSmwA/s400/punta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This has to be my favourite picture of the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many emotions. Punta Cana. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1511738632988649979-2675278165286650156?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2675278165286650156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2675278165286650156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2675278165286650156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2675278165286650156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/teenage-rock-n-roll.html' title='teenage rock n roll.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGEMFd0c5mI/AAAAAAAAA1s/a-s_FFJSmwA/s72-c/punta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6357036087657982397</id><published>2010-08-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:27:15.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personallybrendan'/><title type='text'>anatomical counterpart.</title><content type='html'>Nobody knows who I am.&lt;br /&gt;But I think they will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries~~~~~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6357036087657982397?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6357036087657982397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6357036087657982397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6357036087657982397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6357036087657982397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/anatomical-counterpart.html' title='anatomical counterpart.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-749311619722997541</id><published>2010-08-10T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:15:55.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>switch backdrop.</title><content type='html'>I visited the college I am going to for the first time today. Like actually went in. Well, it's nice. Looks like an upgraded into the future version of my high school. But more complicated and bigger. The first day of school is going to be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I got there I didn't know whether I should feel real mature and older, or way too young to be jumping into this. College is like the last step before a career. What if nothing comes after and I'm stuck in school for life?! I could be having a brief panic attack. Truth be told I kind of felt like I would feel older, but I feel like it's grade 9 again, new and really young looking. Fresh meat. Bottom of the food chain. Whatever all those mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different setting for me. But like, too be expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-749311619722997541?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/749311619722997541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=749311619722997541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/749311619722997541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/749311619722997541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/switch-backdrop.html' title='switch backdrop.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-121633994408800705</id><published>2010-08-06T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:00:43.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>parents.</title><content type='html'>My parents are driving me into the ground. All they do is bitch. Are all parents like this at this certain age? I don't know. Maybe it's that time in my life where I fight with my parents a lot. It just seems like whenever my parents have to say something to me it's more of an order, or I didn't do something right. It makes me want to rip their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got bitched at today cause I have't got any hours at work. Well that's not my fault. And I was getting greaet hours, but they aren't doing well. My parents tend to bring up there friends kids and always compare them to me, for example. "Well so and so's kid got a job at McDonalds why don't you go there!" THEY ALWAYS DO THIS. I don't care what those fucking kids do! And whats funny is when I say something like, "Well this isn't just happening to me it happens to blah blah blah" They freak out saying they don't care about other people. Hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I move. I can just stay at my house on the weekends if I really wanted to piss them off. They're like YOU are coming home on weekends. Well.... maybe. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-121633994408800705?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/121633994408800705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=121633994408800705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/121633994408800705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/121633994408800705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/parents.html' title='parents.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1917403071931744571</id><published>2010-08-02T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:31:03.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>poltergeist remake, cottage, &amp; demon chants.</title><content type='html'>Well I had a great weekend. Well more like a great Sunday. I'm not saying the rest of the week was shit, but you couldn't compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I watched a lot of horror movies this week. Or lack of. We watched Poltergeist. It's a classic, sure. But it is shit. Potential good plot. Failed execution. Then we made our own version of the film. I think it is better. I might post it on here. Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Went up to my sisters friend's cottage last night. Wow. I got absolutely wasted. I drank almost all of my 26er. So much. We played tons of card games, and drinking ones and danced like pricks. So fun. Everyone went to bed around like 3 but J and I couldn't sleep at all so we wanted to be pricks and blast music while dancing and singing like assholes. We were really loud. Then we had this divine plan of scaring the shit out of everyone earlier in the day. I had sent J this voice clip of me doing some like creepy demon chant, and she saved it and put it on her iPod. Well we put a candle in the middle of the living room, put on bed sheets and walked around the candle pretending we were possessed as the voice clip kept playing over and over. It was the funniest thing ever. We were wasted and had no fucking clue what we were doing, but we enjoyed pissing everyone off sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome night! But waking up wasn't fun. Such a bad headache and hangover, I was throwing up by 3. It was awful. Need a break from the alch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1917403071931744571?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1917403071931744571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1917403071931744571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1917403071931744571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1917403071931744571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/poltergeist-remake-cottage-demon-chants.html' title='poltergeist remake, cottage, &amp; demon chants.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1982973229867063100</id><published>2010-08-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:19:21.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you + i will be young forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8fj2HVYlD_4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fj2HVYlD_4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fj2HVYlD_4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU make ME feel like I'm living a TEENAGE DREAM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1982973229867063100?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1982973229867063100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1982973229867063100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1982973229867063100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1982973229867063100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-i-will-be-young-forever.html' title='you + i will be young forever.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-959123474815018037</id><published>2010-08-01T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:15:19.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>one of these things is not like the other.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500568227894332882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TFXxqPZxDdI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1BhabJ_-JME/s400/ID_Nov2007_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TFXxqSI4J9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/lIlZdFceAiI/s1600/vickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500568228628801490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TFXxqSI4J9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/lIlZdFceAiI/s400/vickers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I hate repackaging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1511738632988649979-959123474815018037?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/959123474815018037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=959123474815018037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/959123474815018037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/959123474815018037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-other.html' title='one of these things is not like the other.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TFXxqPZxDdI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1BhabJ_-JME/s72-c/ID_Nov2007_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-7090060833614467813</id><published>2010-08-01T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:06:47.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>spoiled milk.</title><content type='html'>Dinner with my family is odd. Some nights we get a long. Others not so much. Like tonight. My dad, totally crazy. Must have OCD or something because everything must be up to his standards or he goes King Kong on us. Well my sister spilt the milk on the counter. No biggie, the bag folded over and out it came. A mistake. My dad got all sulky and tried to make it seem like something worse happened,  like she broke the fridge, or smashed the microwave. But none of that happened, just spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when he get's in these moods, because it happens everyday, every hour. I wish I could inject him with some happy pills so he would shut the fuck up for a couple of minutes. But thats like totally.... not possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-7090060833614467813?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7090060833614467813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=7090060833614467813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7090060833614467813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7090060833614467813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/spoiled-milk.html' title='spoiled milk.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2618550508573838174</id><published>2010-07-26T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:34:38.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><title type='text'>ego.</title><content type='html'>Do you have a friend that you think is going to get famous for music? I have/had one. He was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ArtSmart&lt;/span&gt;. He's a rapper and he is performing at a lot of venues with semi known rappers around the world. He's not even big yet, kind of a joke around here but he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt; hes the shit. He is doing some big charity fundraiser in Toronto soon, he won a contest and now he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt; that his shit don't stink. Well he always has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's just funny to think if he does get famous. I'll know EXACTLY what he was like during this time. &amp;amp; there not the most fond memories. There actually awful things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I hate egos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2618550508573838174?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2618550508573838174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2618550508573838174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2618550508573838174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2618550508573838174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/ego.html' title='ego.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3510077159591178710</id><published>2010-07-19T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:50:11.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popculturemachine'/><title type='text'>pop culture machine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5QmSdRkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/gr84FjVLGXU/s1600/tumblr_l32ypjNMLK1qablhto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721140105856578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5QmSdRkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/gr84FjVLGXU/s400/tumblr_l32ypjNMLK1qablhto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5QAfoSaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/tLme5DUf3J8/s1600/50890178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721129960556962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5QAfoSaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/tLme5DUf3J8/s400/50890178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5PhCmbOI/AAAAAAAAA1E/OJZ0-iFprO8/s1600/tumblr_ky5zhkXnDZ1qza4gto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721121517300962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5PhCmbOI/AAAAAAAAA1E/OJZ0-iFprO8/s400/tumblr_ky5zhkXnDZ1qza4gto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5PbzvMOI/AAAAAAAAA08/b6b8W7xkK7w/s1600/2782_i4_betsey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721120112783586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5PbzvMOI/AAAAAAAAA08/b6b8W7xkK7w/s400/2782_i4_betsey4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5OyDpRLI/AAAAAAAAA00/LloNTEOhcp8/s1600/tumblr_kz21zbXP1f1qzw3gpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495721108905215154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5OyDpRLI/AAAAAAAAA00/LloNTEOhcp8/s400/tumblr_kz21zbXP1f1qzw3gpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's not that I'm &lt;strong&gt;rebelling&lt;/strong&gt;. It's that I'm just trying to find &lt;em&gt;another way. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Edie Sedgwick&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/1511738632988649979-3510077159591178710?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3510077159591178710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3510077159591178710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3510077159591178710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3510077159591178710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/pop-culture-machine.html' title='pop culture machine.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES5QmSdRkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/gr84FjVLGXU/s72-c/tumblr_l32ypjNMLK1qablhto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2091027389237087262</id><published>2010-07-19T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:41:05.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popculturemachine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>im fierce and i'm feeling mighty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES4ILSWXjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/XQZybjfhrzI/s1600/Kylie%2BMinogue%2BVampy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495719895907065394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES4ILSWXjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/XQZybjfhrzI/s400/Kylie%2BMinogue%2BVampy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2091027389237087262?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2091027389237087262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2091027389237087262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2091027389237087262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2091027389237087262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-fierce-and-im-feeling-mighty.html' title='im fierce and i&apos;m feeling mighty.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TES4ILSWXjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/XQZybjfhrzI/s72-c/Kylie%2BMinogue%2BVampy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1396431037084743221</id><published>2010-07-19T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:38:07.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>are you satisfied?</title><content type='html'>NOTHING comes for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so strange that somebody, someone, some group of people, thousands of years ago decided, "In order to make it in life you need a job." Isn't it so strange that we have to shape our life around are job in the future? I find it weird that we are born, work, then die. I know some people love their jobs, but what if you don't? And sometimes it takes a long time before you actually like something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a little bit odd that we have to work the rest of our lives if we want to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1396431037084743221?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1396431037084743221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1396431037084743221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1396431037084743221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1396431037084743221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-you-satisfied.html' title='are you satisfied?'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6637335788183616502</id><published>2010-07-18T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:57:03.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><title type='text'>fears.</title><content type='html'>Know what I NEVER write about? My fears. Or nightmares. Or something really scary. Don't know why... but I got something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom works with this crazy lady. She's seriously crazy. Not the "oh you just so god damn crazy!", LEGIT. CRAZY. Well my mom used to be friends with her back in the day. Then she started getting really weird. Saying she talks to Jesus, all that fun stuff. Well shes become very hard to work with, saying that the world hates her, not pulling her weight around, just being rude to super intendents. She basically hates my mom and dad now saying they are both trying to get her fired. Well they aren't. They are trying to help her, but shes irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she hasn't shown up to work in a month and nobody has heard from her. Weird? Yes. Now here is WHY I find her scary. The other night I came home late. My dad said that in the middle of the night he heard the door alarm go off. As if someone walked in. Then he joked around saying that it was probably the crazy lady trying to get into to kill them. WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT. I have been SO scared to sleep at night this week. Thinking shes inside this god damn house. Getting the heebie jeebies every 2 seconds. I just find her very creepy, and since shes crazy WHO knows what shes capable of. I know she doesn't like my parents now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Thats my stupid fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6637335788183616502?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6637335788183616502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6637335788183616502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6637335788183616502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6637335788183616502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/fears.html' title='fears.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3814513202121379985</id><published>2010-07-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:48:19.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>a first for everything.</title><content type='html'>So my parents away. Naturally I threw a party. Hardly a party. A get together? Ya something along the lines of that. My sister had her friends over. So I guess there were kind of a lot of people in the house. Fun. First time half my friends have been over because my parents are ridiculously anal about how the house looks. They might of just drop dead if they had seen the way the house looked yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I got drunk. Had a fun time. It was nothing special, cause hardly any of the gang is here. They still be in Europe. But hey. At least I could now say that I had people come over to drink at my house ONCE in my teenage years. Cause there's a fat chance it will ever happen again. Unless I do it again this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-3814513202121379985?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3814513202121379985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3814513202121379985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3814513202121379985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3814513202121379985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-for-everything.html' title='a first for everything.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2349893723863206215</id><published>2010-07-16T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:01:02.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living on my own'/><title type='text'>14 hours of hell.</title><content type='html'>Finally back from Dominican. What an awful flight &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. I hate airports and planes officially. Our flight was supposed to leave at 6:10 in the morning. It got delayed so many times we didn't leave the airport till 5pm! 14 hours in the airport! 14 fucking long ass hours of NOTHING to do and eating the shittiest food EVER. Thinking of airport food makes me want to hurl now. It doesn't help that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; sleep that night cause I planned on sleeping on the plane, so trying to sleep in an airport waiting for your delayed plane is fucking tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways I survived. That's good. The trip was excellent, got semi tanned, and made good use of that open bar all week long. The beach was lovely. Good trip overall. But now it's back to reality and thinking of school. Tuesday I went to check out the house we now&lt;strong&gt; OWN&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I will be living in a house with my close friend, along with 4 other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. It will be an exciting time. Or could be terribly miserable. Either way I'm moving out of my house! Big step. I'm just relieved to now have a house and not worrying about not having one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school. Well lets just say it is going to drive my parents right into the ground financially. I feel bad cause I hardly get hours and don't have the money. Need to find a good paying job. Thats another story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2349893723863206215?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2349893723863206215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2349893723863206215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2349893723863206215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2349893723863206215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/14-hours-of-hell.html' title='14 hours of hell.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4468188810804335668</id><published>2010-07-04T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:51:14.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punta cana.</title><content type='html'>So I'm leaving for Punta Cana today! Like soon. I'm at the airport right now. Planes scare me lol. But I'm gonna have a fun time. I'll be good I promise. If anything happens! Well.. Lol I love all friends, family, and pets! Lol so corny. But just taking precautions! Looool See ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4468188810804335668?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4468188810804335668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4468188810804335668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4468188810804335668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4468188810804335668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/punta-cana.html' title='punta cana.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6328175099884403252</id><published>2010-07-03T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T15:08:58.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pure joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wbAUp5goZYs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbAUp5goZYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbAUp5goZYs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS. IS. INCREDIBLE. The crowd is absolutely bonkers. This puts the biggest smile on my face just because it must of been AWESOME to see that many people doing the same thing. Joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6328175099884403252?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6328175099884403252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6328175099884403252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6328175099884403252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6328175099884403252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/pure-joy.html' title='pure joy.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2908529553765550609</id><published>2010-06-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:01:18.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>prom night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMEYAPHXI/AAAAAAAAA0k/bx8M03OxsWE/s1600/prom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487930890230111602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMEYAPHXI/AAAAAAAAA0k/bx8M03OxsWE/s400/prom.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMEClWkJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/tCOv9Fot8Ko/s1600/28575_431337784438_565224438_5537370_5974676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487930884480209042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMEClWkJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/tCOv9Fot8Ko/s400/28575_431337784438_565224438_5537370_5974676_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMDofbWOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Et1_2hdb7oo/s1600/29903_396257752916_513847916_4227769_959551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487930877476034786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMDofbWOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Et1_2hdb7oo/s400/29903_396257752916_513847916_4227769_959551_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMDKeDGGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/67TTuMhIzzY/s1600/28097_396935968610_508678610_4166474_7333154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487930869417187426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMDKeDGGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/67TTuMhIzzY/s400/28097_396935968610_508678610_4166474_7333154_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gang. Or some of them. We all looked magical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2908529553765550609?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2908529553765550609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2908529553765550609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2908529553765550609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2908529553765550609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/prom-night.html' title='prom night.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCkMEYAPHXI/AAAAAAAAA0k/bx8M03OxsWE/s72-c/prom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1981687408788066407</id><published>2010-06-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:05:38.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day of high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooldaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade 12'/><title type='text'>classiest class of 2010.</title><content type='html'>So graduation is Tuesday. Strange... That will really be the last day of being a normal high schooler. Can't say graduation ceremonies are fun though, lots of names, lots of hours just sitting. I think I am more excited to just be in a blue cape and cap. It will be nice to see some classmates I haven't seen all semester, possibly take a few pictures because it could really be the last time all seeing each other, or interacting with one and other before we go to college. The thought of that is really weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT can't say I'm going to miss everybody though. Certain douchebag guys who are the definition of Douche! Sluts. Grade 11 twats. Annoying smokers. Annoying greasy kids. Bad teachers. Hardxcore losers. Grade 12 dramatic bitches. YOU NAME IT. I won't miss them! Our graduating class this year is fucked though. Like cursed or something weird like that. 3 boys got expelled on the last day of school for putting chickens in the atrium. That was our grade 12 prank. I always imagined something more extreme. Anyways a kid who ran over my friends care last Halloween, (dig deep in the October archives and you will find the pictures and post) is now in jail for a shooting. Yep fucked. A lot of kids aren't going to the ceremony because they failed one class and can't graduate now. Some didn't pay the fee. Some just don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep we are the classiest graduating class of 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1981687408788066407?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1981687408788066407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1981687408788066407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1981687408788066407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1981687408788066407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/classiest-class-of-2010.html' title='classiest class of 2010.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2096801652543253705</id><published>2010-06-26T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:46:08.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>what are we fighting for?</title><content type='html'>Time to get political. As you may know, or not know, the G20 Summit is going on in Toronto as we speak. Basically government leaders around the world come and talk about issues that need to be fixed. Canada as spent nearly a $1 Billion dollars for security alone for this event to happen. Protesters lined the streets today in Toronto and are destroying the place. Cop cars are being lit on fire, damages to stores, bricks being thrown at news reporters. I was trying to find the the news when I flipped through a bunch of channels with cars on fire and people running. I thought it was the middle east, but then I realized it was bloody Toronto! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCaczHtA93I/AAAAAAAAAzc/gQ9W8fbwGt8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCaddZ9uPaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3QRjFpLUmmA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487246324509064610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCaddZ9uPaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3QRjFpLUmmA/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, WHAT THE HELL. I am shocked that this is happening. Toronto looks like a city that has been ravaged by zombies. Pretty much like Resident Evil. It looks scary. And what makes me so mad is that these people dressed in black destroying everything aren't true protesters. There criminals. Nobody who looks for peace around the world acts in a violent rage. It gets people to listen but doesn't fix anything. Now people are going to have to pay through taxes the repairs for every store that was destroyed. Absolute ignorance at it's finest. Toronto is completely on lock down, no ones allowed in or out of the city apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong here. I believe in sticking up for your rights, but I don't believe violence is ever the answer and I would NEVER want to be associated with criminals like this masking themselves as protesters. It's so wrong and everyone involved in today's buck wild smashing spree should be ashamed and locked up. It didn't solve ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is coming from a teenager, &lt;strong&gt;and that is my 2 cents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2096801652543253705?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2096801652543253705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2096801652543253705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2096801652543253705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2096801652543253705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-are-we-fighting-for.html' title='what are we fighting for?'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TCaddZ9uPaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3QRjFpLUmmA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5117947364025359065</id><published>2010-06-26T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:10:35.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>inevitable.</title><content type='html'>This summer is going to change everything. I know it. I can feel it in my bones. Corny. Don't care. Cause things are bound to happen. Soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5117947364025359065?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5117947364025359065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5117947364025359065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5117947364025359065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5117947364025359065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/inevitable.html' title='inevitable.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-9160222392803862946</id><published>2010-06-25T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:03:38.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>no matter where.</title><content type='html'>The first week of summer has been great. Sort of. Lots of stuff done during the night, not so much during the day. I am like a night hawk or something. Or my friends are. We always hang at like 9 or later and I don't usually come home till like 2 or 4. Whatever. Summers about staying up late and having fun. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friends party yesterday. It was fun getting the whole gang together. It was nice to get actually drunk, but it still didn't feel like I wasn't completely drunk. I'm having a problem with that lately. It takes a lot of alcohol to get me drunk now. What I noticed at this party was how much everyone has separated since last summer. Changed? Last summer I was really tight with people. Pretty much hung out with them everyday. Then school started and they disappeared. They showed up but didn't say much. It wasn't awkward or anything cause I miss them but you can sense change. It wasn't really the same. And it's only going to get worse with everyone cause were all moving away for school, or doing different things. It's kind of the end for some of us. You don't want to think that but you know that you obviously aren't going to see a lot of the people you hangout with because you live further away. Other then the tighter knit friends, I think some of us will trail off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life. That's inevitable. Whats good to know is that no matter how far we go, and for how long I know when we all come back together it will be like old times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-9160222392803862946?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9160222392803862946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=9160222392803862946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/9160222392803862946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/9160222392803862946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-matter-where.html' title='no matter where.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8041844108099239175</id><published>2010-06-23T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:08:18.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>derp.</title><content type='html'>I got a formspring. Don't know why. Rude comments are always the best. Cause there not really offensive when there anonymous. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.formspring.me/brendanhendry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go. Ask or insult away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8041844108099239175?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8041844108099239175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8041844108099239175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8041844108099239175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8041844108099239175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/derp.html' title='derp.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-866605585215961094</id><published>2010-06-21T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:40:33.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last day of high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade 12'/><title type='text'>a survivor.</title><content type='html'>Today was a big event. It was the last day of high school for me. Last day of high school. EVER. I repeated that for a reason. It is kind of hard to believe that this has been 4 years in the making, and it all adds up to this one day. 4 years went by quick, but at the same time when I look back and see how much I have changed since grade 9, it feels like it was slow. It's weird remembering how you used to act in grade 9. That really awkward time when you really didn't know whether to start thinking about an education, or just worrying about who to hang out with. I know I did stupid things to look cool. I tried to gain friendships that obviously never worked with people who actually didn't care much for me. That amounted to nothing, but I like to think it lead me to the friends I have now. Who rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I had this blog throughout most of my time in high school. It has memories and stuff that I can look back on and remember vividly. I am sad that it's over for me. Cause it's an exciting time in your life you only get once. You can't really go back. But I'm not wanting to ever go back. I am done with it. Done with immature young kids, dumb pointless drama, wasted friendships, people who hate you and want to make your life a living hell. Over it. It was a great run but I am never going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can officially say.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I survived high school&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What did I do on my last day of high school? Sang Don't Stop Believing for a mark, and then said goodbye to my ArtSmarters, then traveled to Port Dover for a nice day on the beach. A day well spent.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-866605585215961094?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/866605585215961094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=866605585215961094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/866605585215961094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/866605585215961094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/survivor.html' title='a survivor.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-960891681799478391</id><published>2010-06-18T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:20:49.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to say.</title><content type='html'>So I found a ride to the party. My dad. In a matter of 20 minutes he said I should give up on my dreams, grow up, and find a job as a plumber, mechanic, or electrician. Can't believe it. Sounds like the speech a father from a bad 80's teen film would give. I'm livid. Hurt. Beyond upset. I hate him. And now I'm being told I'm irresposible. I can't believe a person I see everyday of my life doesn't know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-960891681799478391?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/960891681799478391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=960891681799478391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/960891681799478391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/960891681799478391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2752477930176894111</id><published>2010-06-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:57:20.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>some people don't think.</title><content type='html'>So Friday night. The night where you go out and party, or do something remotely interesting with people since it's your one night off. I was supposed to be at a party. Instead I am stuck at home with a bunch of my family member, and my moms drunk.  She was supposed to drive me. Then she used the, "Oops I didn't mean to" excuse. Not only am I mad that I can't go to pretty much a bon voyage party. I'm mad that my mother decides to drink and pretend she didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I work tomorrow morning! AWESOME WEEKEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2752477930176894111?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2752477930176894111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2752477930176894111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2752477930176894111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2752477930176894111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-people-dont-think.html' title='some people don&apos;t think.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1095335368387511761</id><published>2010-06-13T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:34:14.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seussical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>step by step.</title><content type='html'>The plays done. But life isn't over. I didn't really cry to be honest. I thought I was, but I think I prepared myself enough for the blow. We still got another week of school. Or high school for me. Weird. I didn't think I would be leaving right after grade 12. I always imagined me of all people going back for another semester, but that's not going to happen. In a few short months I am going to moving away. How adult of me. I am totally not ready, but who is ever ready for life. Cheesy, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a few houses I think. Big step in a random direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1095335368387511761?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1095335368387511761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1095335368387511761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1095335368387511761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1095335368387511761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/step-by-step.html' title='step by step.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1966835050307566283</id><published>2010-06-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:30:39.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>snap snap.</title><content type='html'>You know when you're like doing something in public, like working, or shopping, or whatever, and you see someone thats attractive. You always imagine what they must be like cause of the way they look, and you make up this great dreamy person that would just be perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Half the time that dreamy person is probably the complete opposite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1966835050307566283?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1966835050307566283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1966835050307566283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1966835050307566283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1966835050307566283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/snap-snap.html' title='snap snap.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5034801298244609825</id><published>2010-06-08T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:05:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelovelove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/frv6FOt1BNI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/frv6FOt1BNI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/frv6FOt1BNI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the lovers, that have gone before, they don't compare...to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5034801298244609825?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5034801298244609825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5034801298244609825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5034801298244609825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5034801298244609825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovelovelove.html' title='lovelovelove.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2208220777110263825</id><published>2010-06-08T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:47:00.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seussical'/><title type='text'>don't take away my world.</title><content type='html'>The show has consumed me. Or all of us. Theres just nothing really else to do except Seussical. And it's all coming to an end this week. I am filled with emotions. Sad, happy, mad, excited, thrilled. You name it. The realization that it was all over was when they started holding auditions for Year 3 of the program. In a years time somebody else is going to be having the best time of their life, just like me. Jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The turn outs for auditions though have been scarce though. Talent seems to not be making out to the auditions. I've been staying to help out around the place and we do shit all, just waiting for people, but nobody shows so we dress up in outfits and sing. It is actually really fun. Who knew that I would stay till 8 o clock after school on a weekday... just for fun. I love it there. I don't want it to end. Omg I'm rambling. Well that's only cause I'm EMOTIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to know what I am going to do on the last show. Tears. Tears down my god damn face. You don't know how much this program has changed me. It means the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2208220777110263825?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2208220777110263825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2208220777110263825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2208220777110263825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2208220777110263825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-take-away-my-world.html' title='don&apos;t take away my world.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-7745052368122516449</id><published>2010-05-29T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:22:12.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooldaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade 12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seussical'/><title type='text'>a wonderful weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haltonartsreview.ca/images/stories/HillParksSEUSSICAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.haltonartsreview.ca/images/stories/HillParksSEUSSICAL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where already into our 5th show. Wow. It's incredible. The audiences are loving it and I saw a poster in the paper today saying, "It's a hit!" Nice. Opening night went well. We had a few mic problems and people talking but that wasn't a major detractor from the show itself. We had press there that day to. Overall everyone I talked to said they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was last night and it was awesome. I loved my whole outfit. And all my friends looked equally as awesome. We be rockin the fashion. The prom itself was ok. I had a good 20 minutes of dancing up a storm with friends then it got boring. Our DJ looked like Pauly D. Puke. We left early to go to the after party. Which RULED. Holy hell it was fun. I talked to people I hadn't talk to in FOREVER. Old highschool friends and everything. Every grade 12 was pretty much there and it was really a great way to end our school run together. It made me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I have a review for the play. The guy reviewing it is a little odd, and he did stir quite a sensation during makeup prep today, but I thought it was a good review. Even if he did call me singing skills "Non exceptional" Not going to lie. That show I was really nervous so I kinda blew it. Todays show though went SO well. Even with a sore throat. Funny how that works out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haltonartsreview.ca/images/stories/HillParksSEUSSICAL.jpg"&gt;http://www.haltonartsreview.ca/images/stories/HillParksSEUSSICAL.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haltonartsreview.ca/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=711&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-7745052368122516449?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7745052368122516449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=7745052368122516449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7745052368122516449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7745052368122516449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-where-already-into-our-5th-show.html' title='a wonderful weekend.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8118607251789183656</id><published>2010-05-26T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:54:51.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>dumb bitch.</title><content type='html'>Once upon there was this girl who I was friends with. She accused me of telling lies. Well now everyone hates her and she still lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I LOVE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8118607251789183656?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8118607251789183656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8118607251789183656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8118607251789183656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8118607251789183656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/dumb-bitch.html' title='dumb bitch.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2991912381928759267</id><published>2010-05-25T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:14:10.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seussical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>i'm a freak.</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time and I can actually say because I have been SO busy with the play. Well after weeks and weeks of rehearsals its here! Today we debuted it to 600 elementary school kids and wow. They loved it. The show looked and went great. After the show was done we went into the audience and asked kids questions and honestly we literally had like 50 kids come up to us and shake our hands and give them high fives. It was awesome. I felt famous! SeussMania!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tonight's episode of Glee was awesome. It was GaGa themed and the message of the show really touched home. Just last week in ArtSmart there was a huge debacle. A bunch of girls called all of us "Freaks" and said half the school hated us cause we bust out in the hallways singing. Then they threatened to trip us and throw shit at us during our show. Well in the end the principal got involved and I had to go to a meeting with these girls and get them in shit. Don't mess with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when tonight's episode came on and they got called freaks, I was like...No way. Came to the realization we are GLEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2991912381928759267?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2991912381928759267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2991912381928759267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2991912381928759267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2991912381928759267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-freak.html' title='i&apos;m a freak.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-9074533723855543798</id><published>2010-05-07T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:04:28.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katy perry'/><title type='text'>nothing comes close to the golden coast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S-SpINaT0vI/AAAAAAAAAzU/VRkfSghxaac/s1600/CaliforniaGurls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468681806038684402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S-SpINaT0vI/AAAAAAAAAzU/VRkfSghxaac/s400/CaliforniaGurls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy Perry dropped her new single, California Gurls featuring Snoop Dogg today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. How awesome is this? Pretty friggin awesome! Even if I didn't like the song (and I LOVE it) I would have to admit the single cover is absolutely hot! The song def gives me the California state vibe and reminds me of early Madonna. I wanna party on the beach with this song blasting. This better be a summer smash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKIN. I love it! Can't wait for the album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-9074533723855543798?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9074533723855543798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=9074533723855543798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/9074533723855543798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/9074533723855543798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-comes-close-to-golden-coast.html' title='nothing comes close to the golden coast.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S-SpINaT0vI/AAAAAAAAAzU/VRkfSghxaac/s72-c/CaliforniaGurls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4853172131361777517</id><published>2010-05-01T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:34:07.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>and i was like, why you so obsessed with me.</title><content type='html'>I have a situation. There is this girl in my program who likes me and well I don't like her. In fact she has got to the point where she touches me inappropriately, she always says "I love you" and that she wants to marry me, also she always trys to follow me and stuff. It's weird. I don't like it AT all. I hate it so so so much. I liked her as a friend but no. She has taken things to far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes she will tell this story how she likes this guy, right in front of me, and while shes telling me it she's saying all the things she says about me. Which is fucking weird as hell! That story is about me, and shes making it so obvious. I just wanna be straight up and be like stop touching me and saying creepy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel that shes raped my personal space. She gets too close for comfort and I try to avoid her at all costs. I hate it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4853172131361777517?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4853172131361777517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4853172131361777517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4853172131361777517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4853172131361777517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-was-like-why-you-so-obsessed-with.html' title='and i was like, why you so obsessed with me.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-9188077861442441538</id><published>2010-04-28T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:11:50.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><title type='text'>home.</title><content type='html'>So I got accepted into Sheridan! Snaps for me! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Not only is that awesome news but I'm moving out this year! Crazy! It is going to be such a different and new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; for me but I'm looking forward to it! I got to start looking for houses soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-9188077861442441538?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9188077861442441538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=9188077861442441538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/9188077861442441538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/9188077861442441538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/home.html' title='home.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1372887083102431712</id><published>2010-04-22T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:44:51.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>coffee house.</title><content type='html'>So last night definitely ruled. The show started off rough with mic problems, but who cares it looked good. Everyones solos and duets sounded phenomenal, everyone picked really good song choices. As for me I wasn't nervous for the group numbers cause those were fun but holy, my solo? So nervous. I was pacing backstage freaking out and then I suddenly forgot my lyrics, I started panicking some more. When I got up there I was like oh god. So I started singing. Sounded good. Said a line to early. OMG. WHAT. WHYYYY. Mentally told myself to get my shit together then finished it. It felt good to do a solo, I loved performing. + a lot of people said they didn't even noticed I screwed up, but it was obvious lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S9ElRIi53MI/AAAAAAAAAys/h6MD5aVrfP0/s1600/25230_121497064527370_100000012327895_338586_4772279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463188799259008194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S9ElRIi53MI/AAAAAAAAAys/h6MD5aVrfP0/s400/25230_121497064527370_100000012327895_338586_4772279_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S9ElR8z0mNI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IY-eZOV8Uy4/s1600/25230_121497111194032_100000012327895_338596_8021319_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463188813288610002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S9ElR8z0mNI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IY-eZOV8Uy4/s400/25230_121497111194032_100000012327895_338596_8021319_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S9ElRR9RniI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Jo7HoPlthBc/s1600/25230_121497074527369_100000012327895_338588_4033700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463188801785536034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S9ElRR9RniI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Jo7HoPlthBc/s400/25230_121497074527369_100000012327895_338588_4033700_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair was so fun lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1372887083102431712?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1372887083102431712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1372887083102431712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1372887083102431712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1372887083102431712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/coffee-house.html' title='coffee house.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S9ElRIi53MI/AAAAAAAAAys/h6MD5aVrfP0/s72-c/25230_121497064527370_100000012327895_338586_4772279_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-988533974828387566</id><published>2010-04-21T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:39:06.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/21/1166.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/21/s_1166.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya we have to wear wigs for the song "Hair" I pretty much choke when I wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-988533974828387566?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/988533974828387566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=988533974828387566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/988533974828387566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/988533974828387566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8269042769415104971</id><published>2010-04-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:37:03.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my own.</title><content type='html'>Tonights a big night! At my school we are doing coffee house and I'll be performing the Frays, How to save a life. This is different for me because everytime I've sang in front of an auidence it's been to broadway songs in a musical so I'm moving around and acting. This time it's just me and a mic. Kinda nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Todays dress rehearsel went badly as well and we had tons of mic issues so it wasted a lot of time. I still haven't done my run through of my song and it starts at 7. Aghhhh. But it should be a fun show we have tons of talented people singing and dancing and I'm sure it will do good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8269042769415104971?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8269042769415104971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8269042769415104971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8269042769415104971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8269042769415104971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-my-own.html' title='on my own.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2458582266395378217</id><published>2010-04-19T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:31:04.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>covered in diamonds, covered in filth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S80DFUqQYcI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iv7oG2XnICk/s1600/image+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462025313050452418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S80DFUqQYcI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iv7oG2XnICk/s400/image+5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so impressed with the new Hole album, Nobody's Daughter, it is so good. For some people they might not like it, but I love the lyrical content and the songs are so good, they show a lot of pain and rawness from Courtney Love. It's not as good as Live Through This but it certainly doesn't suck. I love this record and will be definitely getting it when it comes out next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2458582266395378217?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2458582266395378217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2458582266395378217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2458582266395378217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2458582266395378217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/covered-in-diamonds-covered-in-filth.html' title='covered in diamonds, covered in filth.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S80DFUqQYcI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iv7oG2XnICk/s72-c/image+5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6064435954071996781</id><published>2010-04-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:27:10.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>i can't even write about it.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I thought of old friendships and how I wanted to be friends again with certain people. I tried thinking what it would be like now if we still hung out and for some it would be awkward, for others it would feel just like how it used to be. But it's not so easy approaching some of those old friendships. I shut them down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6064435954071996781?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6064435954071996781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6064435954071996781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6064435954071996781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6064435954071996781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-even-write-about-it.html' title='i can&apos;t even write about it.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1262383165833061735</id><published>2010-04-18T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:31:15.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>all you ever told.</title><content type='html'>I don't understand how someone can say so many lies and not expect anybody to look right through them. Lies are so obvious. What happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1262383165833061735?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1262383165833061735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1262383165833061735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1262383165833061735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1262383165833061735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-you-ever-told.html' title='all you ever told.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3568246336140134320</id><published>2010-04-16T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:22:26.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooldaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>bottoms up.</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. Went back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Saltfleet&lt;/span&gt; to get some shit and was so happy when my communications teacher gave me 15 hours for doing this thing last year, I didn't think she would. So instead of needing 26 hours now all I need is 5. Holy lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that I went back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HillPark&lt;/span&gt;. I was only told a few days ago that I would be given the solo in the song "Hair" from the musical Hair, so I got the lyrics down and was pretty excited to perform it NEXT WEEK. But what happens? This thing we had been planning for a long time happened. We were all like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yaaa&lt;/span&gt; we should like go in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caf&lt;/span&gt; at lunch and like just bust out into song. Good idea. Didn't think it was gonna happen anytime soon. Well it happened today. I was like WHAT. It was actually so funny though, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caf&lt;/span&gt; was packed and everyone didn't expect us to just burst out into the song. It was fun, we made a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I'm here. Waiting to hang out with friends. Don't know what were gonna do but I got a pack of beer so I'm hoping we drink, and also today I got the UGLIEST. FUNNIEST. CHEESIEST. flask ever. I'll post a picture. It kills me, who the hell actually thinks that shits cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-3568246336140134320?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3568246336140134320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3568246336140134320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3568246336140134320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3568246336140134320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/bottoms-up.html' title='bottoms up.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4192051431162804426</id><published>2010-04-15T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:27:16.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooldaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>the reason i left saltfleet.</title><content type='html'>Today was not fun. Well it actually had it's moments but other then that a lot of the people in the musical are stressing out and being rude to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. It hasn't been pretty. Today we had a fucking lot of drama. Drama that wasn't even necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People are just being straight up divas and yelling at people for stupid stuff cause they can't shut there mouths when they are annoyed. + it doesn't help that everyone is ripping everyone apart. This one guy who plays the same role as me cause we have 2 casts is being ripped on because he still doesn't know his part and everyone is like, "Well I don't wanna work with him, I wanna work with Brendan" It has made things very awkward and I feel bad for the guy cause he has his own personal problems he has gotta work out. It isn't easy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just wants to look good and so they are freaking out on everyone to pull their own weight so that it makes them look better. People are losing focus of what we're here for. I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But were drama kids, of course we are going to be divas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4192051431162804426?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4192051431162804426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4192051431162804426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4192051431162804426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4192051431162804426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/reason-i-left-saltfleet.html' title='the reason i left saltfleet.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2438461366830555560</id><published>2010-04-14T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:50:07.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once.</title><content type='html'>We have a month for the big musical. And we still have so much to do. Holy shit. How can this be lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this week it is going to be super super busy. We have a lot of singing and rehearsels to do. It's gonna be a stressful next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2438461366830555560?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2438461366830555560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2438461366830555560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2438461366830555560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2438461366830555560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/once.html' title='once.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4589666978436492999</id><published>2010-04-07T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:25:20.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooldaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>i don't know why i wrote this.</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to school today. I can't hear out my left ear. This problem has been bugging me for the past week so I am going to the doctors tomorrow! Yay. I just want to start feeling better I've basically been sick for 4 weeks now. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a half day so I don't know if I am going to school. It is the grade 10 literacy test so classes start in the afternoon. Hmm. Don't know, might just go to school cause my doctors is right by the there. Whatever. What I am really feeling right now is the urge to get drunk. Haven't in awhile which is shocking. That needs to end. I want to have a grand ol time this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4589666978436492999?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4589666978436492999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4589666978436492999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4589666978436492999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4589666978436492999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know-why-i-wrote-this.html' title='i don&apos;t know why i wrote this.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8090694491066722263</id><published>2010-04-07T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:06:48.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>fierce pussy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S71yVTXZTrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uYrINpXUVJo/s1600/tumblr_kvtkh924Ml1qzyw65o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457644033744129714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S71yVTXZTrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uYrINpXUVJo/s400/tumblr_kvtkh924Ml1qzyw65o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8090694491066722263?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8090694491066722263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8090694491066722263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8090694491066722263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8090694491066722263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/fierce-pussy.html' title='fierce pussy.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S71yVTXZTrI/AAAAAAAAAyM/uYrINpXUVJo/s72-c/tumblr_kvtkh924Ml1qzyw65o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5140075404808077070</id><published>2010-04-06T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:04:41.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooldaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>reroute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;School:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher expected me to know both acts, every song, for 2 characters by now. I am playing 2 leads did I ever mention that? I am the only person in the whole play with 2 lead roles and it is raping me up the ass. I do have to get onto act 2 though. I am so sick of working with the director though because he is tampering with the characters too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Future:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't think I got into Sheridan. I am not sad. I've expected it for awhile and it didn't help that I chose one of the most competitive programs in the school. But it is kind of a bummer. Kind of makes you feel like you aren't worthy enough but I never really gave other schools a try. But this I'm gonna take this as a sign. I'm just going to go ahead with my plans on doing musical theatre. It is what I love and always have so it kind of works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NON EXISTENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5140075404808077070?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5140075404808077070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5140075404808077070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5140075404808077070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5140075404808077070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/reroute.html' title='reroute.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6094824167238005567</id><published>2010-04-03T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:42:34.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooldaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highschool life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade 12'/><title type='text'>i hate school.</title><content type='html'>Call me an idiot. Cause I am. 4 years of high school and I leave my 40 hours to the last minute. That's me. I need to get my hours in like 3 weeks. I'm confident I'll get em cause if I don't I won't graduate. It's just another stressful thing added to my list of stressful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The play is doing well. Kinda. Rehearsels are becoming pretty tedious. People need to learn the dance steps asap, we are spending wayyy too much time redoing the same scenes over and over. We are almost done act 1 though so thats good. But we got basically a month and a half to finish this bitch, and we are almost there. Sets arrived so ya, good. I still can't believe we already sold out all our matinees and we haven't even advertised the show yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This easter break is going good. I have had 2 good solid days with friends. The weather has been AMAZING. I'm so happy its shorts and t-shirt weather. Yes. Anyways I'm going to get dressed and maybe walk to the old age home and find a way to get some hours or else I'm screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6094824167238005567?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6094824167238005567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6094824167238005567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6094824167238005567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6094824167238005567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-school.html' title='i hate school.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-878982045792035302</id><published>2010-03-26T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:30:52.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seussical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>sick muse.</title><content type='html'>I have been sick for one week exactly. It's so fucking annoying. I think I might have a sinus infection or a head cold. Either way it's fucking annoying. It's hard to have to dance and sing everyday when you have no energy and your head feels like it's going to explode. I'll feel fine in the morning and as the day goes on I'll feel like death. Whatever, pisses me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The play is coming along slowly. I don't know what to say about it other then that people are starting to piss me off that they don't know their characters lines yet. I of all people struggle with learning songs and lines but I have been reviewing my script everyday so I'm prepared for the scenes the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's crazy is that we have sold 6,000 tickets already for the shows. Yes 6,000. All of our student matinee's are sold out. &amp;amp; that's not even the night shows as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-878982045792035302?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/878982045792035302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=878982045792035302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/878982045792035302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/878982045792035302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick-muse.html' title='sick muse.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3950326752451637847</id><published>2010-03-24T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:32:06.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>year 1.</title><content type='html'>So here is a link to a video by the ArtSmart year 1 class. They were the people that got this program going and it show's you all our teachers doing crazy things. The song is cheezy but still! They got to make a cool friggin video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe were having this done soon. I heard this Monday coming up. But it won't be like this, were previewing our dance numbers for a promotional video for the schools art programs that will be shown around the schoolboard. That means I gotta get a costume this week. Pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5591967"&gt;http://vimeo.com/5591967&lt;/a&gt;  &lt; WATCH IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-3950326752451637847?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3950326752451637847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3950326752451637847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3950326752451637847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3950326752451637847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/year-1.html' title='year 1.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4903263966144735750</id><published>2010-03-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:31:27.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>i promise honey b.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6hD_XFRXiI/AAAAAAAAAx4/9W9kbslwShA/s1600-h/tumblr_kzeii056YX1qa5w7lo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451682104738930210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6hD_XFRXiI/AAAAAAAAAx4/9W9kbslwShA/s400/tumblr_kzeii056YX1qa5w7lo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4903263966144735750?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4903263966144735750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4903263966144735750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4903263966144735750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4903263966144735750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-promise-honey-b.html' title='i promise honey b.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6hD_XFRXiI/AAAAAAAAAx4/9W9kbslwShA/s72-c/tumblr_kzeii056YX1qa5w7lo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-433797330883570759</id><published>2010-03-22T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:35:17.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>fuck this.</title><content type='html'>Still sick with a bad cough and fever. I hate not being able to sleep as well. I'm getting pissed at my own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-433797330883570759?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/433797330883570759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=433797330883570759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/433797330883570759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/433797330883570759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-this.html' title='fuck this.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2931780636636224886</id><published>2010-03-18T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:11:12.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thegang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>the superstars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAxNXXzXI/AAAAAAAAAxw/DlVTxZP-IPI/s1600-h/RJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130450705534322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAxNXXzXI/AAAAAAAAAxw/DlVTxZP-IPI/s400/RJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAwuc94II/AAAAAAAAAxo/fjY6h543QzI/s1600-h/JD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130442407501954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAwuc94II/AAAAAAAAAxo/fjY6h543QzI/s400/JD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAwO-MpNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CRmsq_WUE6U/s1600-h/liz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130433956947154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAwO-MpNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/CRmsq_WUE6U/s400/liz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAbhWUp_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/88RQ9_Zbx8k/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130078112720882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAbhWUp_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/88RQ9_Zbx8k/s400/L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAbJDO8mI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/0c0_-hQoaxc/s1600-h/ja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130071590204002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAbJDO8mI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/0c0_-hQoaxc/s400/ja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAaVB6czI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zJGjhpV4nYI/s1600-h/bl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130057626022706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAaVB6czI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zJGjhpV4nYI/s400/bl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAZ_EZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAxA/hmIOWU73qnc/s1600-h/B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130051730891746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAZ_EZ4-I/AAAAAAAAAxA/hmIOWU73qnc/s400/B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAZob4hdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/oI9I0aM93_s/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450130045655352786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAZob4hdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/oI9I0aM93_s/s400/A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;, were kinda cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2931780636636224886?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2931780636636224886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2931780636636224886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2931780636636224886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2931780636636224886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/superstars.html' title='the superstars.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6LAxNXXzXI/AAAAAAAAAxw/DlVTxZP-IPI/s72-c/RJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5391358856130086333</id><published>2010-03-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:05:56.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><title type='text'>bon voyage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzhrirZFDe1qz8dk2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 454px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzhrirZFDe1qz8dk2o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6K-te65BLI/AAAAAAAAAww/1oL6AW6oHTA/s1600-h/d032bb02d2c29b22d0d10015ae4fd3cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye my lovely, lovely, beautiful cast. Tonight's finale marked the end of a generation, and left me wanting so much more. I loved the episode though, it wrapped up everyones stories really well and put several smiles on my face the entire episode. Everyone kind of grew up. I felt that Effy didn't get enough closure though. But the ending! OMG! You go Cook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. Loved it. My favourite generation. Gonna miss em a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5391358856130086333?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5391358856130086333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5391358856130086333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5391358856130086333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5391358856130086333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-cook.html' title='bon voyage.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4975425426822533405</id><published>2010-03-18T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:38:19.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>looking.</title><content type='html'>This is a big year. I guess it's cause half of my friends are going off to school. School's far away. But I don't care I am so happy they got into such awesome university's. That's just awesome. I feel sad that everything's going to change but at the same time its exciting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We will see what happens to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4975425426822533405?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4975425426822533405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4975425426822533405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4975425426822533405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4975425426822533405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking.html' title='looking.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-647716832893406233</id><published>2010-03-17T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:00:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going to miss em so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/qYH_MACTU7s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qYH_MACTU7s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words can't describe how much I am going to miss generation 2 of Skins! They were just so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sad. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-647716832893406233?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/647716832893406233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=647716832893406233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/647716832893406233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/647716832893406233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/going-to-miss-em-so-much.html' title='going to miss em so much.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-6143928127780422233</id><published>2010-03-17T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:13:08.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>montreal pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6EbemkJScI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YXmC223IRCI/s1600-h/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449667236657187266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6EbemkJScI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YXmC223IRCI/s400/wall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6EbeOlNE2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Bo6-sBtVZps/s1600-h/liz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449667230219178850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6EbeOlNE2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Bo6-sBtVZps/s400/liz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6EbdsaSqDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/NR86ELJ9330/s1600-h/noway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449667221046601778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6EbdsaSqDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/NR86ELJ9330/s400/noway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6Ebc8SqCTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/fnpaXYUmByo/s1600-h/montrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449667208129677618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6Ebc8SqCTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/fnpaXYUmByo/s400/montrel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-6143928127780422233?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6143928127780422233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=6143928127780422233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6143928127780422233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/6143928127780422233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/montreal-pics.html' title='montreal pics.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S6EbemkJScI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YXmC223IRCI/s72-c/wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-1326339193679127650</id><published>2010-03-15T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:21:20.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>lawl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S58VNyF92HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HEMPoBaNMB4/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-scares-everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449097400670869618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S58VNyF92HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HEMPoBaNMB4/s400/funny-pictures-cat-scares-everyone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-1326339193679127650?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1326339193679127650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=1326339193679127650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1326339193679127650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/1326339193679127650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/lawl.html' title='lawl.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S58VNyF92HI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HEMPoBaNMB4/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-scares-everyone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3486307750900176669</id><published>2010-03-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:12:49.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>j'adore.</title><content type='html'>I had such a blast this past weekend going to Montreal to party. Holy. It was basically so much fun. I was drunk this whole weekend and clubbed every night. The first club we went to was pure shit. Guidos and whores, and NOT good music. The second night we went to a different club and we danced till they shut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love Montreal. I love how your legal when your 18. I love the architecture so much. We took pictures around the city, ie. where my new picture came from. I wanna go back. Maybe I could arrange a roadtrip this summer with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how was your week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-3486307750900176669?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3486307750900176669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3486307750900176669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3486307750900176669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3486307750900176669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/jadore.html' title='j&apos;adore.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-7595991332750555860</id><published>2010-03-10T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:26:01.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>visit me someday.</title><content type='html'>Can't help but think I'm going to be stuck in Hamilton forever while everyone else is going off to do great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do.&lt;br /&gt;Other then sit and feel sorry for myself lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-7595991332750555860?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7595991332750555860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=7595991332750555860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7595991332750555860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/7595991332750555860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/visit-me-someday.html' title='visit me someday.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-8998441995740966188</id><published>2010-03-08T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:14:06.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>hello, hello baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gagadaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/telephoneprev1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 408px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://gagadaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/telephoneprev1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite song they're gonna &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;You shoulda made some plans with me&lt;br /&gt;You knew that I was &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you won't &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt; calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm kinda busy&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-8998441995740966188?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8998441995740966188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=8998441995740966188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8998441995740966188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/8998441995740966188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-baby.html' title='hello, hello baby.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-3830594994416590341</id><published>2010-03-08T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:08:55.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popculturemachine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>get up when the music gets control of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S5XXnOm_5BI/AAAAAAAAAv4/rX10Ub79oFM/s1600-h/tumblr_ky7kd2RGdY1qzw3gpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446496393311020050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S5XXnOm_5BI/AAAAAAAAAv4/rX10Ub79oFM/s400/tumblr_ky7kd2RGdY1qzw3gpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now dance fuckers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-3830594994416590341?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3830594994416590341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=3830594994416590341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3830594994416590341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/3830594994416590341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-up-when-music-gets-control-of-you.html' title='get up when the music gets control of you.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S5XXnOm_5BI/AAAAAAAAAv4/rX10Ub79oFM/s72-c/tumblr_ky7kd2RGdY1qzw3gpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-4826167439564528322</id><published>2010-03-04T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:17:03.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>a persons, a person no matter how small.</title><content type='html'>Today was an emotional day for our program. We started off the afternoon with a bang by Celebrating our director &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gord's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, we had cake and everything. Then we all had to sit in a group and talk about some issues our teachers were facing. They said some people were disrespectful to them, they text too much, they come in late and don't give a reason, and that some of the students were getting high at lunch. The last one got them really mad. Then it suddenly turned into life speeches about drugs, and lets just say everyone started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am not going to say any of those stories because what was said it in that class, stays in there. It really affected all of us. We were all crying and after we all finished the emotional talk we just hugged it out. Corny, but everyone bonded in that split second. It was weird how vulnerable we all were around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, and now we are so tight knit. Nobody is breaking us apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-4826167439564528322?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4826167439564528322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=4826167439564528322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4826167439564528322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/4826167439564528322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/persons-person-no-matter-how-small.html' title='a persons, a person no matter how small.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5357029978364838940</id><published>2010-03-03T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:12:44.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seussical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>k k kinda busy.</title><content type='html'>So happy we finished the first musical number of the show. Such a relief. Now moving onto the next one out of 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A big pet peeve of mine at this school is this girl who is brutal. She can't sing, act, or dance, so none of us know HOW she got into the program. She comes late, brings her friends to our rehearsals, talks the whole time and sometimes doesn't even show up. It pisses all of us off cause she doesn't see the problem with it. Annoying. We are all getting fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we found out that our prom was on one of our performance dates so we wouldn't be able to go. I was pretty mad cause proms a big deal. You only have it once and I was hoping to see my friends. Well we fought for them to change it and they did. But the chances of me getting drunk are slim since I have to perform the next day in the afternoon. We have 13 SHOWS. All in a row! Intense. More then I have ever done. + We might be adding on more! It is going to fun. I am hoping I get opening night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5357029978364838940?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5357029978364838940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5357029978364838940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5357029978364838940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5357029978364838940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/k-k-kinda-busy.html' title='k k kinda busy.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-852003429315152665</id><published>2010-02-25T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:43:46.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>what i'm listening to this week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/28592589/Marina++the+Diamonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/28592589/Marina++the+Diamonds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marina and The Diamonds&lt;/strong&gt;- This girl. I am obsessed with her debut album, The Family Jewels, it has some amazing songs on it, all quirky and original. I have been playing the songs, I am not a robot, Are you satisfied? and Oh No! I highly recommend you download this girl. Her voice is so fucking weird and good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/zanelowe/ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/zanelowe/ellie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie Goulding&lt;/strong&gt;- BBC sound of 2010 poll winner. Big deal. I liked her better when she wasn't all big. But whatever her album, Lights, leaked last night and I am in love with it. It is kind of folktronica. It is different and a good breakthrough. Why can't North America have more artists like these two? There great. Favourite tracks on the album are, Starry Eyed, Under the Sheets, Lights, This Love (Will Be Your Downfall.) There ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download em. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-852003429315152665?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/852003429315152665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=852003429315152665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/852003429315152665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/852003429315152665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-im-listening-to-this-week.html' title='what i&apos;m listening to this week.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-941883212657254766</id><published>2010-02-22T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:17:03.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grade 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>happy ending.</title><content type='html'>This is a really random story, but it makes me happy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In grade 9 I was terrible in math (still am) I didn't really know a lot of people in my math class, but I made friends anyways. We had eventually got a seating plan and I sat beside this girl I always thought was weird and annoying, so I didn't know if I was going to enjoy it that much. After awhile she got really funny and we talked a lot, she would always tell me her personal troubles. Or more like tell the whole class lol. But she HATED her mother and always told me how awful she was and how she didn't treat her to kindly. It bummed me out because she basically hated life with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Luckily this girl sat beside me though, she helped me in math and basically always let me cheat off her tests. She made me pass that class, and I am pretty sure I would of failed if she wasn't there. Long story short, she always told me it was her like dream to live with her dad in British Columbia and we would always plan what her final parting words with her mother at the airport would be (I think we settled for, "PEACE BITCH!") Well that summer she did move to B.C and I was on her facebook the other day and she seems really happy now. It put a smile on my face. She also looks completely different and is really pretty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stories do have happy endings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-941883212657254766?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/941883212657254766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=941883212657254766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/941883212657254766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/941883212657254766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-ending.html' title='happy ending.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2813195009374732364</id><published>2010-02-19T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:01:13.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>knock some sense into your ego.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. The first true diva has risen from the drama program, in the shape of a guy. He is nice and funny, but man does he think his shit don't stink and he only truly proved to us all that he is a douchebag today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We got our character lists and everyone basically got the part they wanted, there were some cast surprises, and some people who didn't get there part. Nobody fucking cried though, thank god, I didn't want any of that. This douchebag tried out for the role he wanted. GOT IT. Then tried out for another role (the role I got lol) and didn't get it. Now he is talking about how he isn't happy, how he wants to go to his old school because this one sucks. Well all I can say is fuck him! Ha ha, seriously. He gets the role he tried out for, then complains cause he didn't get something better? Pisses me off people who think they are so great at acting. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The reason he didn't get the role was because he shouted while singing and overacted like a motherfucker, it was awful. + the teachers are trying to get people who less theatre experience and that dbag is starring in a Sears drama festival. Ugh! Pisses me off so much, I will be saying some shit to that dude on monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2813195009374732364?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2813195009374732364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2813195009374732364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2813195009374732364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2813195009374732364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/knock-some-sense-into-your-ego.html' title='knock some sense into your ego.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-2744518018433827595</id><published>2010-02-19T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:08:29.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillpark'/><title type='text'>some kind of wonderful.</title><content type='html'>Oh my GOD. I GOT THE MAIN ROLE.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-2744518018433827595?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2744518018433827595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=2744518018433827595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2744518018433827595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/2744518018433827595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-kind-of-wonderful.html' title='some kind of wonderful.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511738632988649979.post-5121476369718031440</id><published>2010-02-18T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:08:59.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popculturemachine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skins'/><title type='text'>girl afraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S33WVnCl2tI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DagH8JsxQcg/s1600-h/Skins-Girls-in-Stella-skins-9863052-510-667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 417px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439739591678876370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S33WVnCl2tI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DagH8JsxQcg/s400/Skins-Girls-in-Stella-skins-9863052-510-667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511738632988649979-5121476369718031440?l=thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5121476369718031440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511738632988649979&amp;postID=5121476369718031440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5121476369718031440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511738632988649979/posts/default/5121476369718031440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebittersweetworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/girl-afraid.html' title='girl afraid.'/><author><name>Superstar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17997562363132524874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/TGn1fEZ5roI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2Psb-hQ-0s0/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-16+at+22.34+%232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_loAOYMgdcLA/S33WVnCl2tI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DagH8JsxQcg/s72-c/Skins-Girls-in-Stella-skins-9863052-510-667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
