<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:56:30.066-07:00</updated><category term='Sadness'/><title type='text'>Is this day over yet?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-2705465114777416450</id><published>2011-03-15T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:01:09.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you tumble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://angstinside.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-2705465114777416450?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/2705465114777416450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-tumble-httpangstinside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/2705465114777416450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/2705465114777416450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-tumble-httpangstinside.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-3857962924278404156</id><published>2011-02-07T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:02:22.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You get me - Michelle Branch</title><content type='html'>So I'm a little left of center &lt;br /&gt;I'm a little out of tune &lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm paranormal &lt;br /&gt;So I just bend their spoon &lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be ordinary &lt;br /&gt;In a crazy, mixed-up world &lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they're sayin' &lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm your girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you are on my side &lt;br /&gt;And they, they just roll their eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me &lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands &lt;br /&gt;You come and take the chance, baby &lt;br /&gt;You get me &lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind &lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what you'll find &lt;br /&gt;And still you want me all the time &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you do &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you get me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I see the sunshine &lt;br /&gt;In the pouring rain &lt;br /&gt;Some people think I'm crazy &lt;br /&gt;But you say it's okay &lt;br /&gt;You've seen my secret garden &lt;br /&gt;Where all of my flowers grow &lt;br /&gt;In my imagination &lt;br /&gt;Anything goes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I am all you want &lt;br /&gt;They, they just read me wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me &lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands &lt;br /&gt;You come and hold my hand, baby &lt;br /&gt;You get me &lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind &lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what you'll find &lt;br /&gt;Still you want me all the time &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you do &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you get me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you are on my side &lt;br /&gt;They, they just roll their eyes &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you get me &lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands &lt;br /&gt;You come and take the chance, baby &lt;br /&gt;You get me &lt;br /&gt;When none of the pieces fit &lt;br /&gt;You make sense of it &lt;br /&gt;You get me &lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind &lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what you'll find &lt;br /&gt;And still I want you all the time &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you get me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh, yeah, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the truth of the matter is, that there is someone out there that really gets me, and this song made me think of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-3857962924278404156?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/3857962924278404156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-get-me-michelle-branch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3857962924278404156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3857962924278404156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-get-me-michelle-branch.html' title='You get me - Michelle Branch'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-6386174187890167394</id><published>2011-02-05T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:04:59.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naps</title><content type='html'>How many years has it been since I have had a nap in the middle of the day? I mean, other than when I am sick. I was sitting reading my book, and eating chocolates, and as I lay on my heating pad I felt tired, so I told myself,I could rest my eyes for a moment. I just woke up. This was two hours ago. I woke up feeling refreshed. That was nice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-6386174187890167394?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/6386174187890167394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/02/naps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6386174187890167394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6386174187890167394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/02/naps.html' title='naps'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-1287286320632325958</id><published>2011-01-27T23:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:03:53.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this too will pass.</title><content type='html'>Ever wish you could put something back in your mouth that you have said? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do, but sometimes I don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason, and everything to will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to live and let go, people say things they don't mean to say, but we really are all human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having someone around all the time someone who is always there, I have found a lot of that in my close friends, but I still never know when I say to much. People can turn around and hurt you on a whim, and I still have scars. Dan is the most amazing person, I can really depend on him. Sometimes it takes a long time to build a bond like that, but I hope that nothing trivial tears it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't know that the things that we say will get back to people, but usually they do, and its a hard to put things back in your mouth once there out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful who you trust, and even more careful of who you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-1287286320632325958?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/1287286320632325958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-too-will-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1287286320632325958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1287286320632325958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-too-will-pass.html' title='this too will pass.'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-6878025990770758320</id><published>2011-01-23T23:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:17:26.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded By The Light</title><content type='html'>Every day things happen, things that throw people off of the course that they thought they were on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in your life right now that you know really well, but what would it take them doing to change your opinions on them completely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get so wrapped up in the little things, only the bad little things I mean. If someone does a nice little thing for you, you will notice, but you will let it pass by, and maybe eventually completely forget. As humans, and especially we do this a lot. How many times have you stared at your phone wondering why someone hasn't called you, or more modernly texted, you back? Did you sit back and think about the last great compliment they gave you, or something that they randomly said that made you smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine with me for a second that you are sitting there waiting for a message from your loved one, and an acquaintance of yours messages you, they don't normally message you, so you reply with your one word, or one sentence answers. Eventually your loved one gets back to you, and this other friend takes up even less of your mental capacity. STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this other person messaging you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you normally a shoulder to cry on?&lt;br /&gt;Do they need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even better question is; are they ever there for you. Some people are born listeners, and some born talkers. But everyone sometimes needs to be the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a bad day, I woke up and got in a fight with my mom, then I spent almost an hour having conversations with someone who I don't really like, then the frantic angry messages started coming in, caught in the middle of a fight of two of my friends where I shouldn't be involved, but she is my best friend. I couldn't really get ahold of my boyfriend all day and when I did I seem to piss him off very easily, The pains in my arm are nearly unbearable today, even as I type this.And lastly I am stressed out about my exams, but people just keep brushing it off when I talking to them "i'm sure you will do fine..."(Now back to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I just was kind of wishing that I could talk to someone, but everyone seems in a bad mood today. Someone I'm sure will tell me tomorrow that I could have called them, but sometimes I just don't think to call people, I am afraid that if I tell them to much they will run away just like other wonderful people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a girl I used to be friends with and her actual reason that she told me for why she couldn't deal with me was I said to much. I have thousands of her secrets, and I still ache to hurt her as bad as she hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People mess you up, they leave scars and they tear you up in ways you could never imagine, then we throw these walls up all around us and we barely ever take them down. I believe that all people are good, so why is it that I can still hate people and hold grudges as easily as I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder this: We all have scars and we all have things going on that others don't understand, but when did you last break down someones wall to try and see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finish with this quote from the movie "Crash" because I think that it is so true of humanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're always behind this metal and glass, I think that we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so that we can feel something."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-6878025990770758320?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/6878025990770758320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/01/blinded-by-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6878025990770758320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6878025990770758320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/01/blinded-by-light.html' title='Blinded By The Light'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-3389287445674045967</id><published>2011-01-11T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:40:29.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah English Class</title><content type='html'>Being inspired by english class  I decided to rip apart one of my favorite songs and show a whole different side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Not The One - 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too young to be broken   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(You are to young to do dumb things) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too young to fall apart  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (You are to young to have real problems) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too young to play these games  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(You are to young to be manipulating people to your will)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you better start  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(But you need to grow up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you better start &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (But you need to grow up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when it starts  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(This is the beginning)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beating of your heart to the street lamps talk to you&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (Metaphor: having delusions where you hear thoughts from intimate objects) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping off of the edge or asleep in your head&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (Between losing your mind and not knowing what to do)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's turning dark to you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(The whole world seems to lose it’s purpose to you)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick the up the parts &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I went to get the stuff that I knew would make you feel better)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors hiding the charts &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(The doctor wont let me in on a little secret about you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't let me see this side of you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (He wont let me know what is wrong with you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on the tip of my tongue You know you're way too young to have someone lie to you  (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just about can grasp what is going on with you, and I am to young to have you lying to me about something like this) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better find somebody else to get a hold of yourself&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (If you don’t want to trust me you better find somebody new) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too young to be broken  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (Your way to young to be knocked up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too young to fall apart   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (Your way to young to be thinking about these things)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're way too young to play these games &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (Your way to young to be playing with me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you better start&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (So you need to grow up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you better start  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(So you need to grow up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second I lit  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I was the second I chose) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first cigarette&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (Metaphor: you first time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget who you used to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I saw you change but liked the new you better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I bit my lip&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (I didn’t mention anything) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second you sipped, the poison that was mixed for me  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Even though you took it upon you to destroy me)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better find somebody else to get a hold of yourself &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(If you don’t want to trust me you better find somebody new)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink the poison lightly&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (deal with things in your toxic way) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' there are deeper and darker things than you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(There are always worse things, and worse people than you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, cuz' I've been there too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’ve seen this all before) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it might seem frightening  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I know that you are scared) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have the world fall apart right under your shoes&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (everything seems to be falling apart right out of your grasp) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you'll make it through&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (Trust me, I can help you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  (I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better find somebody else to get a hold of yourself &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(If you don’t want to trust me you better find somebody new)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; (I’m not the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one one, I'm not the one who wants to hurt you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one ,I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one one, I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one ,I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one one, I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one ,I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one one, I'm not the one who wants to hurt you  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one ,I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one one, I'm not the one who wants to hurt you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(I’m not the one ,I’m not the one who is going to hurt you when this is what is wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-3389287445674045967?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/3389287445674045967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-english-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3389287445674045967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3389287445674045967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-english-class.html' title='Ah English Class'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-689910673450504549</id><published>2010-12-24T09:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:21:12.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls</title><content type='html'>Everyone has walls, everyone has some sort of lie protecting them. We set ourselves up so that we don't get hurt. Even the one person who seems to be an open book, they are hiding things, they are broken on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone can say something,and they may not think that it means anything. That will stick with you forever. Then after a while you have layers, layers upon layers of things unspoken about coated around you. These layers cut you off from people, they make you a separate entity. and they make others the same. We distance ourself from people so that we don't get hurt, and they do the same. Why don't we realize that it doesn't mean anything, it is there in everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why don't we tear through our own layers and expose ourselves? Well the answer to that is simple, so that we don't get hurt more, most of what we do as humans it to protect ourselves from getting hurt. Be that emotionally, physically, or any way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an onion&lt;br /&gt;But so are you &lt;br /&gt;pull off a layer from you,&lt;br /&gt;and i will let you see through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best tactics for getting information is the give and get tactic, because it shows someone else that you trust them, and then in turn they will trust you. Trust really is easy to give, but it is so easy to break. I want you to think about something over the next couple days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are with your family, and maybe there is a big group of you. Most people are really open with there family, but not with their friends. Today may not be your day, tomorrow may not be your day, but maybe it is also not someone else's day. Try and open yourself up to someone that you may not normally, you may be surprised what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve Has Come Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season full of family &lt;br /&gt;fa la la la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;Lots of alcohol all around &lt;br /&gt;fa la la la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;Drink until we all pass out&lt;br /&gt;fa la la la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe instead of drinking because your mother in-law drives you up the wall you should sit down with her and really talk see if she is really human too, maybe she is an alien, but isn't it worth a shot. All you will do is grow as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-689910673450504549?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/689910673450504549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/12/walls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/689910673450504549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/689910673450504549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/12/walls.html' title='Walls'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-3883118280525940533</id><published>2010-12-19T01:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:22:33.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST GROW SOME BALLS!</title><content type='html'>I say this a lot to people. "Grow a set." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as a generation, and as a populace as a whole we take life to seriously. When was the last time that you, excuse my language, grabbed life by the balls? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live life in fear, in fear of being judged by others around us, in fear of regretting decisions, in fear of ourselves. Why  is it so hard for us to figure out that everyone has the same feelings, that we are not exempt, or an exception to the rule. We are not a special case we are a part of the populace, and we are all part of the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy to forget that we are not alone in this world, and that there are millions of people going through exactly what we are going through. It's way to easy to forget that those people also need people to stand behind them. You don't need a million friends to be happy. You need people who understand you, and who actually give a dam about anything that is happening in your life, because they know when the tables are turned you will be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't keep going around in circles, we can't keep having the same discussions. We have to get up off of our asses and get done what we have to get done. You take my back, and I will take yours, who cares what the hatters on the outside say, because they are also scared, and just waiting for someone to come and back them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes you are scared, but you know what so am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-3883118280525940533?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/3883118280525940533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-grow-some-balls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3883118280525940533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3883118280525940533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-grow-some-balls.html' title='JUST GROW SOME BALLS!'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-9056040595138373303</id><published>2010-12-13T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:58:15.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's call it an obsession</title><content type='html'>Lightning strikes&lt;br /&gt;Inside, my chest to keep me up at night&lt;br /&gt;Dream of ways&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of sulfur in the air&lt;br /&gt;Bombs are falling everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;Once you want it to begin,&lt;br /&gt;No one really ever wins&lt;br /&gt;In heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop his name&lt;br /&gt;Push it in and twist the knife again&lt;br /&gt;Watch my face&lt;br /&gt;As I pretend to feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of sulfur in the air&lt;br /&gt;Bombs are falling everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;Once you want it to begin,&lt;br /&gt;No one really ever wins&lt;br /&gt;In heartbreak warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come the only way to know how high you get me&lt;br /&gt;is to see how far I fall&lt;br /&gt;God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me&lt;br /&gt;but I can't break through at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a heartbreak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let's just fix this whole thing now&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God we're gonna get it right&lt;br /&gt;If you lay your weapon down&lt;br /&gt;Red wine and ambien&lt;br /&gt;You're talking *shit* again, it's heartbreak warfare&lt;br /&gt;Good to know it's all a game&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak, heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreak warfare.&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreak warfare.&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreak warfare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-9056040595138373303?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-5272527295473358094</id><published>2010-11-15T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:33:14.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan</title><content type='html'>You are always there for me, so this one is for you. You are my inspiration, and my world is a better place because of you. Thank you for making me love you everyday!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those times you stood by me &lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see &lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life &lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right &lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true &lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up &lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall &lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly &lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky &lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me &lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach &lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall &lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all &lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much &lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true &lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me &lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me &lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life &lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration &lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth &lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed &lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am &lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-5272527295473358094?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/5272527295473358094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/11/dan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5272527295473358094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5272527295473358094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/11/dan.html' title='Dan'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-8200880924852254363</id><published>2010-11-01T17:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:55:43.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>Been Listening to the Harry potter audio books, I love them &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;As well for English i am reading Crow Lake, I am enjoying it, and I am hoping that it will continue to be as good as i think that it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-8200880924852254363?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/8200880924852254363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/11/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/8200880924852254363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/8200880924852254363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/11/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-2725853195298429665</id><published>2010-09-18T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:57:17.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>J-Biebs</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4&amp;ob=av2e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this Justin Bieber video &lt;br /&gt;just goes to a bowling alley and purposely harasses an ex- girlfriend, then he goes out into the lane in his normal shoes and dances. It is really quite disturbing the  way he harasses this girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-2725853195298429665?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/2725853195298429665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/09/j-biebs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/2725853195298429665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/2725853195298429665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/09/j-biebs.html' title='J-Biebs'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-4839109480169293168</id><published>2010-09-02T08:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:37:33.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As i read the words you wrote last night!</title><content type='html'>I can see where you are&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you're enjoying it so far&lt;br /&gt;I would love to escape, but now I'm bound&lt;br /&gt;by the of burn of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;looking on as I'm starting to realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pawn in your game and this is checkmate&lt;br /&gt;as the roses lift their heads to catch a glimpse of my demise&lt;br /&gt;you'll be throwing lies around like ocean waves throw down the tides&lt;br /&gt;and they are breaking on my shore&lt;br /&gt;and the rescue team won't save me now I'm out too far&lt;br /&gt;so I'll waste these nights for a while&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be holding onto you forever&lt;br /&gt;and this is where my heart is cold and torn&lt;br /&gt;as I read the words you wrote last night&lt;br /&gt;the butterflies are creeping through my spine&lt;br /&gt;it's a thrill I can't shake&lt;br /&gt;yeah I know we've been writing a mistake&lt;br /&gt;but it's hard to erase the feelings I've drawn&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in an awkward silence&lt;br /&gt;broken down by the sound of your prelude that you played&lt;br /&gt;to open our symphony&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with the sunrise watching hours pass away&lt;br /&gt;incidentally I'm just waiting for the dusk to kill the day&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;while I bang on this piano like you care at all&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;as I hear the words you're saying tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling for them every single time&lt;br /&gt;as the roses dip their heads a little further to the ground&lt;br /&gt;there's a season change and all the pinks and whites have turned to brown&lt;br /&gt;will we make it through the fall yeah are we gonna make it through this fall&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I don't wanna fall with you &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, we're dying, yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;I'm taken by your hope-filled lines&lt;br /&gt;they're well designed and dragging me along&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for this chance and I'll be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-4839109480169293168?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/4839109480169293168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-i-read-words-you-wrote-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/4839109480169293168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/4839109480169293168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-i-read-words-you-wrote-last-night.html' title='As i read the words you wrote last night!'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-1280505163670608011</id><published>2010-08-22T08:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:57:12.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the train... oh wait, I am sitting on the train. &lt;br /&gt;Travel, &lt;br /&gt;what a horrible thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you can really do is crank the tunes or take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;the scenery flying by is beautiful. But there is only so many times you can see the same type of trees before you start to lose it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-1280505163670608011?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/1280505163670608011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-sitting-on-train_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1280505163670608011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1280505163670608011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-sitting-on-train_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-582794755841468035</id><published>2010-08-22T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T08:57:11.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the train... oh wait, I am sitting on the train. &lt;br /&gt;Travel, &lt;br /&gt;what a horrible thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you can really do is crank the tunes or take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;the scenery flying by is beautiful. But there is only so many times you can see the same type of trees before you start to lose it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-582794755841468035?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/582794755841468035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-sitting-on-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/582794755841468035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/582794755841468035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-sitting-on-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-2930267323619626308</id><published>2010-08-09T16:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:05:35.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There is no problem you cannot ignore, confront, plot against, drown in chocolate sauce, or run over with the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wonder is; is there really, no problem that you can't over rule with these things. You should try so too, because it might just make the big problems seem much smaller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to a Sarah Dessen audio book, it is quite good. It is what made me think of the above quote while cleaning my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-2930267323619626308?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/2930267323619626308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-no-problem-you-cannot-ignore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/2930267323619626308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/2930267323619626308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-no-problem-you-cannot-ignore.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-8110018492929407546</id><published>2010-07-27T00:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:41:44.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof Woof Woof</title><content type='html'>Taking dogs for forced marches, maybe i should start a company. &lt;br /&gt;I have scratches everywhere. and I know exactly which one of the five dogs they are from, for the most part anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;Mellow dogs are a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-8110018492929407546?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/8110018492929407546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/07/woof-woof-woof.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/8110018492929407546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/8110018492929407546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/07/woof-woof-woof.html' title='Woof Woof Woof'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-1759230010310611958</id><published>2010-07-05T14:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:53:05.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolated</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel so alone? &lt;br /&gt;Like there is no one else out there but you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-1759230010310611958?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/1759230010310611958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/07/isolated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1759230010310611958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1759230010310611958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/07/isolated.html' title='Isolated'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-7172248488945837498</id><published>2010-07-01T00:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:48:05.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkles</title><content type='html'>Look in the mirror I sparkle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that Michelle. 1 shower later, i don't know if they will ever leave my hair again, it is almost like a "Edward watch your aim, how will i ever get that out of my hair?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-7172248488945837498?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/7172248488945837498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/07/sparkles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/7172248488945837498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/7172248488945837498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/07/sparkles.html' title='Sparkles'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-9036506230202772766</id><published>2010-06-20T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:44:39.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers day.</title><content type='html'>Today is fathers day, and my brothers birthday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends messaged me, he was feeling down. His dad is dead, that got me thinking i know several people who this day is very hard for, several people who don't have fathers, and one who shares this date as their birthday and does not have a father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My loyal best friend died four years ago today in my mothers arms, she was a dog but in a tough time in my life she was my only friend.  I want to pay five minutes of respect to her, so now that all the celebrating and thank you dads are done for the day, I am simply going to reflect on the ones i've lost from my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-9036506230202772766?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/9036506230202772766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/9036506230202772766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/9036506230202772766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html' title='Fathers day.'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-5810928777059241074</id><published>2010-06-08T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:49:44.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Face down the demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Third Blind eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Jumper lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; Jenkins, Stephan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not want to see me again&lt;br /&gt;I would understand, I would understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angry boy, a bit too insane&lt;br /&gt;Icing over a secret pain&lt;br /&gt;You know you don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the first to fight&lt;br /&gt;You're way too loud&lt;br /&gt;You're the flash of light on a burial shroud&lt;br /&gt;I know something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone I know has got a reason&lt;br /&gt;To say put the past away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in&lt;br /&gt;And if you do not want to see me again&lt;br /&gt;I would understand, I would understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, he's on the table&lt;br /&gt;And he's gone to code&lt;br /&gt;And I do not think anyone knows&lt;br /&gt;What they are doing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your friends have left you&lt;br /&gt;You've been dismissed&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;And I, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got to face down the demons&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today we can put the past away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend&lt;br /&gt;You could cut ties with all the lies&lt;br /&gt;That you've been living in and if you do not want to see me again&lt;br /&gt;I would understand, I would understand, I would understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would understand&lt;br /&gt;I would understand&lt;br /&gt;Understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you put the past away?&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I would understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I would understand&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I would understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend&lt;br /&gt;I would understand&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I would understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Everyone has got to face down the demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-5810928777059241074?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/5810928777059241074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/06/face-down-demons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5810928777059241074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5810928777059241074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/06/face-down-demons.html' title='Face down the demons'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-6674305705860504042</id><published>2010-06-06T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:40:13.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick and Nora's infinite playlist</title><content type='html'>Why watch it when you can live it? &lt;div&gt;I don't live in manhattan and I wasn't out clubbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exploring down town Calgary at an ungodly hour. by the time that you get to the car the song girls just want to have fun by Cindi Lauper is describing your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But keep listening to the music and it will continue to tell the story of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-6674305705860504042?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/6674305705860504042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/06/nick-and-noras-infinite-playlist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6674305705860504042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6674305705860504042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/06/nick-and-noras-infinite-playlist.html' title='Nick and Nora&apos;s infinite playlist'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-2581731148652238725</id><published>2010-05-29T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:41:44.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What it now comes down to, is that you have a choice where I do not, you are the one who has the choice to go or stay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's it going to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-2581731148652238725?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/2581731148652238725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-it-now-comes-down-to-is-that-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/2581731148652238725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I have not laughed so hard fir a long time, then I herd this &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey: My agent thinks I should have a name that is more neutral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler: Joey Switzerland?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey: Plus you know it think it should be Joe, Joey makes me sound like thins big. Which I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler: Joe, Joe, Joe, Joe Stalin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey: Stalin? Stalin? that sounds familiar do i know that name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler: Well it does not ring a bell with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey: Joe Stalin. You know, that is pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler: You know you might want to try Joseph &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey: Joseph Stalin. I think he would remember that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler: Oh yes! Bye bye birdie staring Joseph Stalin. Joseph Stalin is the fiddler on the roof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered watching this episode as a kid and not getting it when my parents are laughing. It just goes to show that as you get older you do start to understand the jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8541691457535509014-7309296668141856078?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/7309296668141856078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/7309296668141856078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/7309296668141856078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-247701780324906195</id><published>2010-05-19T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:08:06.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><content type='html'>Today I realized something. &lt;div&gt;I realized it when a kid pushed into me shoving me into a garbage can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't have been surprised, because I realized something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me want to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can't see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the person in the class that you never know is there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the one who you really cannot hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone all by myself in the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite and small in my desolate corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The power so many wish for I seem to posses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one talks to you when you are invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one notices you when your invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the closest thing to not existing is invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your my height, I was in front of you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the only explanation is invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn the corner and I am gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-247701780324906195?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/247701780324906195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/invisible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/247701780324906195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/247701780324906195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-291777044412290239</id><published>2010-05-18T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:14:11.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>Bad news comes from the wast. The grand fathers are out on the deck, the sick toll rising the morbidly ill getting sicker, the chance of survival minimal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-291777044412290239?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/291777044412290239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/sadness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/291777044412290239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/291777044412290239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-3274958115479321700</id><published>2010-05-14T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:10:56.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A challenge</title><content type='html'>I have water proof speakers for my bathroom, so today during my shower I was listening to sexy bitch. This is your Friday night challenge: When listening to sexy bitch in the instrumental part trying singing Eleanor Rigby-Beatles, let me know how it works out for you....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the day: Because I just got it stuck in my head:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bullet proof by La Roux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought for the day: There are so many charities out there, what is the top one that you support? (not the top two or three or four... etc. The top one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-3274958115479321700?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/3274958115479321700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3274958115479321700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3274958115479321700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/challenge.html' title='A challenge'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-6993326817349101208</id><published>2010-05-13T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:54:13.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your not sure that you love me.</title><content type='html'>This first song is by the wreckers, i am listening to it right now. &lt;div&gt;Break up songs have been in my head all day, they are all so catchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave The Pieces lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt; Austin, William D.; Hanson, Jennifer;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're not sure that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But you're not sure enough to let me go&lt;br /&gt;Baby it ain't fair, you know&lt;br /&gt;To just keep me hanging 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't want to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to see my tears&lt;br /&gt;So why are you still standing here&lt;br /&gt;Just watching me drown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can drag out the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can make it quick&lt;br /&gt;Really get it over with&lt;br /&gt;And just let me move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't concern yourself&lt;br /&gt;With this mess you left for me&lt;br /&gt;I can clean it up, you see&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not making up your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me and wasting time&lt;br /&gt;I need so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;This second song is fairly new, this is the Scripts Breakeven. I could put out many more, but just read the lyrics, every word then you can understand my week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakeven lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt; Frampton, Andrew; Kipner, Stephen; O Donoghue, Daniel John; Sheehan, Mark Anthony;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best days will be some of my worst&lt;br /&gt;She finally met a man that's gonna put her first&lt;br /&gt;While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;When the best part of me was always you and&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all choked up and you're okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;br /&gt;And when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;When the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;And what am I suppose to say&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all choked up and you're okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain&lt;br /&gt;You took your suitcase, I took the blame&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, oh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't break&lt;br /&gt;No it don't break, no it don't breakeven, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;When the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;And what am I supposed to say&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all choked up and you're okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it don't breakeven, no&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it don't breakeven, no&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it don't breakeven, no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt; I can't stop shaking, and I know that it is not the stress anymore. week- end is badly needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8541691457535509014-6993326817349101208?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/6993326817349101208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-not-sure-that-you-love-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6993326817349101208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/6993326817349101208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-not-sure-that-you-love-me.html' title='Your not sure that you love me.'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-5586996109958213178</id><published>2010-05-05T19:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:51:57.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Better days- the goo goo dolls&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;And you ask me what I want this year&lt;br /&gt;And I try to make this kind and clear&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings&lt;br /&gt;And desire and love and empty things&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's someplace simple where we could live&lt;br /&gt;And something only you can give&lt;br /&gt;And thats faith and trust and peace while we're alive&lt;br /&gt;And the one poor child that saved this world&lt;br /&gt;And there's 10 million more who probably could&lt;br /&gt;If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone was loved tonight&lt;br /&gt;And somehow stop this endless fight&lt;br /&gt;Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take these words&lt;br /&gt;And sing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone is forgiven now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-5586996109958213178?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/5586996109958213178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-days-goo-goo-dolls-and-you-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5586996109958213178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5586996109958213178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-days-goo-goo-dolls-and-you-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-1182227131811674230</id><published>2010-04-21T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:25:22.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch Bones! It's as simple as that, it is addictive, and also people should watch Alice in Wonderland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-1182227131811674230?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/1182227131811674230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/04/watch-bones-its-as-simple-as-that-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1182227131811674230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1182227131811674230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/04/watch-bones-its-as-simple-as-that-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-1031796099409656670</id><published>2010-04-14T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:14:22.332-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Returning home... it's always scary.&lt;div&gt;I returned home last week from a trip. Somehow when you go somewhere, for a while your opinions on the world change, everything seems to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sadness has come upon me, it seems people have changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to move on, and make the changes to make myself happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-1031796099409656670?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/1031796099409656670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/04/returning-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1031796099409656670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/1031796099409656670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/04/returning-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-3017647172071815666</id><published>2010-03-14T12:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:40:55.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someday will these places I know so well no longer feel like home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-3017647172071815666?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/3017647172071815666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday-will-these-places-i-know-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3017647172071815666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/3017647172071815666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday-will-these-places-i-know-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-5220294059436016901</id><published>2010-03-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:25:07.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sick... That is all....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and it sucks.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's the Swine..... Oh Well.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-5220294059436016901?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/5220294059436016901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5220294059436016901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5220294059436016901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-5283411008910965046</id><published>2010-03-04T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:41:38.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exhaustion comes easily. I try to be peppy, but today was one of those days where everyone was cranky and I didn't want to deal with them, I didn't want to try and make them happy, I just wanted to be left alone. I don't get moods. Can we ever beat them?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you feel like snapping at someone, what if next time you don't? Will it change you? Change is scary, but is it necessary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-5283411008910965046?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/5283411008910965046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhaustion-comes-easily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5283411008910965046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5283411008910965046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhaustion-comes-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8541691457535509014.post-5067625167577794592</id><published>2010-03-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:41:55.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this day over yet?</title><content type='html'>We go to school, work or what ever we do and by the end of it, don't you have to wonder, is this day over yet? Sometimes people suck, sometimes people change us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you notice it? every time someone crossed your path today they left a mark on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8541691457535509014-5067625167577794592?l=dayzend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/feeds/5067625167577794592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-this-day-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5067625167577794592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8541691457535509014/posts/default/5067625167577794592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayzend.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-this-day-over-yet.html' title='Is this day over yet?'/><author><name>Bailz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11333942647659279377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ye5j6mVINwE/TCLcixgidzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hk2-wLNsOyI/S220/Screen+shot+2010-06-23+at+10.14.39+PM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
