<?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-7319324</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:18.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tormented moonchild</title><subtitle type='html'>Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching. — Satchel Paige</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109866987224274026</id><published>2004-10-24T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:04:32.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*sighs* Woe is me... goddamn it, I love &lt;em&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry to all of you "haters" but the story is a great one of love.  I am very jealous.  I mean, I love Craig (god, who couldn't? He's amazing, smart, funny, has a nice bum...) But I do not think I could kill myself in the name of our love - a thought which should relieve him - but it depresses me because I always thought I would have this passionate, life-or-death, once-in-a-life-time, meant-to-be-together-forever, true love. *sighs* I am corny and read too many crappy romance stories I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Speaking of Amazing Craig, we found an amazing apartment downtown which happens to be next to all the bars, just one street away from our good friend Erin's, and has a freaking CLAW BATHTUB.  Only problem, it's WAY more then we can afford :(   When we saw it all we could scream was "Yes, yes, yes!" like some cheesy porn movie.  Then I had the bright idea of inviting our parents to see it so they would feel more involved . . . big mistake.  First of all, before we even go and see the apartment, my parents are warning me that I will be broke (I already knew that).  They explained we would need to pay for parking, lights, food, school, etc. . . the list goes on.  Then, when we finally reach this amazing apartment, they don't say anything. Nothing. Zip. Not even a "wow, nice tub" comment.  At least Craig's mom seemed somewhat enthusastic.  Omg, I am tired of this.  I want to find a freaking place that is cheap and within walking distance to school. That is it.  I don't care if it is a closet or if I have 10 roomates, I just want to leave before it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Speaking of late, it is way past my bedtime and I have too much homework/catch-up work to do. God I am screwed.  Why am I in school? I am just going to fail and be some unwed mother working at Tim's for the rest of the life.  With my luck Danny Murphy (the owner) will be the father and I will end up living in a secret room in his basement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109866987224274026?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109866987224274026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109866987224274026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109866987224274026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109866987224274026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/10/sighs-woe-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109845117610964015</id><published>2004-10-22T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T10:19:36.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you were a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mad Scientist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR STYLE: &lt;/strong&gt;Do strange theories about alternate dimensions, time relativity, atomic fission and the origins of the universe get your molecules moving? Since the majority of your work is theoretical, you may not produce many working inventions. But what does that matter as long as your discoveries deepen our understanding of the cosmos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR PROJECTS:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe you'd like to join one of these weird, but real science projects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;The Theory of Everything:&lt;/em&gt; Physicists are trying to understand how our physical universe works on every level. Their latest ideas include multiple dimensions, invisible membranes of space and vibrating strings that are waaaaay smaller than atoms. No proof yet, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Soundtrack to A Universe:&lt;/em&gt; Over 13 billion years ago, the universe exploded into existence. Scientists have "recorded" the sound waves that moved through the expanding new universe. The noise? A scream, then a roar, then a hiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. A True Teleporter?:&lt;/em&gt; Quantum physicists have devised an experiment in which an electron seems to "disappear," then reappear in a different spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEELING INSPIRED? Check out our "&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/brainylicious/universe/0,,648415,00.html"&gt;Decipher the Universe&lt;/a&gt;" section of Brainylicious on gURL now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109845117610964015?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109845117610964015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109845117610964015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109845117610964015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109845117610964015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/10/if-you-were-mad-scientist.html' title=''/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109844999249605858</id><published>2004-10-22T09:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T10:05:08.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I am sarcastic. What a surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;a" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a" border="0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Sense of Humor is.... Sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You seem to prefer brainy under-stated humor, especially when it has a bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you know some people who need to be cut down to size? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If so, you probably like sarcasm--a form of wit in which the object of the joke is a victim of ridicule or criticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To be sarcastic, you must keep a straight face so you can keep your victim off-guard until you let 'em have it. Comedians such as Jerry Seinfeld, Janeane Garofalo and Dennis Leary are sometimes described as having a "dry wit" because their comic sensibility is considered abrasive and a little mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Like them, you know how to use humor to wound your victim in a passive aggressive way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, you might want to keep that in mind next time you're being sarcastic with your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Otherwise, the next joke could be on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We think you might like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lnk" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?tag=ivillage&amp;path=tg/detail/-/B0002UE1X0/qid=1097251479/sr=1-4/ref=sr_1_4/102-1234790-2051349?v=glance&amp;amp;s=dvd" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lnk" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?tag=ivillage&amp;path=tg/detail/-/B00006IUJ7/qid=1097797596/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1?v=glance&amp;amp;s=dvd" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Janeane Garofalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;3."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lnk" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?tag=ivillage&amp;path=tg/detail/-/B0000E2PVR/qid=1097251359/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/102-1234790-2051349?v=glance&amp;amp;s=dvd" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Curb Your Enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;4."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lnk" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?tag=ivillage&amp;path=tg/detail/-/B000068TPO/qid=1097251549/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-1234790-2051349?v=glance&amp;amp;s=dvd" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;5."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lnk" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?tag=ivillage&amp;path=ASIN/0792842162/qid%3D1097251688/sr%3D11-1/ref%3Dsr%5F11%5F1/102-1234790-2051349" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dirty Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; 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What a surprise.'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109784352045547917</id><published>2004-10-15T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:44:31.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving the nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am actually 90% sure I will be moving out of my house by November 1st. Wow. I thought I would never leave here. I figured I was going to be one of those crazy old ladies who lived her with mom for the rest of her life. I can totally picture it: me with a dozen cats, having to change my mom's diapers, pinching pennies, and buying cat food to use for a tuna sandwich. Ew. I would probably starve to death because I do not really like tuna/cat food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Craig and I have looked at a few single apartments yesterday. One looks really promising except for the fact that the wall connecting us with our neighbor/landlord looks pretty thin, and I am afraid that they are into loud sex which will make me puke (they are very old). The first place we looked at though was very discouraging/disgusting/expensive.  If you ever hear Craig or I refer to something as "Passmore" you know it means it's really bad.  This place was crap! It was an old house which was taken care of an old lady who could barely walk up the stairs.  The place was dirty and falling apart.... and then we saw the apartment!! *shudders* It was nasty. We should have taken pictures. Thank God for Craig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I told my parents last night we were considering moving out.  I was afraid to tell my dad, but he was actually really cool about it. I am happy because he is such a handyman and can help me around my new apartment (I hope we get a great/cheap one so he is proud of me). My mom on the other hand CRIED. This from the lady who has been telling me to move out for the last 2 years. . . Strange. But I am betting everyone $5 that we will be closer once I move away. The females in my family are weird like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We are looking at 2 bdrm apartments as well and hope to get a roomie b/c it seems that for a little bit more $$ we get double the space, cleaner bathrooms, better kitchens, etc. We asked someone already - who we love - but we would be content enough if he just wanted to crash at our new pad every now and then (Craig likes watching him sleep *lmao*).  If anyone else wants to move out, and Guy #1 can't, we would def. like to live with you. Especially if you have a nice rack or bum. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;omg, I crack myself up sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, must get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttyl chili.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109784352045547917?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109784352045547917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109784352045547917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109784352045547917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109784352045547917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/10/leaving-nest.html' title='leaving the nest'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109675682152324459</id><published>2004-10-02T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T19:40:21.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it unfair of me to expect that my brother will return the van to me NOT EMPTY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am very pissed.  And brothers suck.  I was at Craig's house for supper and I get a call from my youngest brother, Adam.  Apparently our other brother David cannot bring Adam (who is 13) to hockey.  So I rush  home, very angry, because David is home and can drive, but doesn't want to.  At the time I didn't understand why David wouldn't bring Adam.  Anyways, we get into the car and I log David's miles (we are keeping track of how much we drive so we can split the gas bill fairly).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So Adam and I are driving down the road and not even 5 minutes from my house BAM! the "gas is low" light pops up.  My van is very tempermental.  It could die any second or last for another hour, its funny that way.  The super unfair thing is that this is the 3rd time in as many weeks that I have gotten into the van and had the light turn on immediately. That's not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I come home and I ask him, "Why didn't you fill up the van?" (I thought it was a fair question). "Well," he said. "You drive it too." The last time I drove was Wednesday morning and it is now Saturday night and the tank was half full!!! Now it is empty and I am expected to fill it up. Again. Oh yeah, and the real kicker is that David doesn't have any money to pay me back for another 2 weeks because he spent all his money on his girlfriend and food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am a goddam UNIVERSITY student with fucking bills to pay! I am not made out of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn, it's very unfair.  *plays angry music that rage about the suckiness of brothers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[raging moonchild]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109675682152324459?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109675682152324459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109675682152324459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109675682152324459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109675682152324459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/10/is-it-unfair-of-me-to-expect-that-my.html' title='Is it unfair of me to expect that my brother will return the van to me NOT EMPTY?!'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109666874142219069</id><published>2004-10-01T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:12:21.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Their tears are filling up their glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;No expression, no expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;No tomorrow, no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I find it kinda funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find it kinda sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When people run in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a very, very mad world mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Children waiting for the day they feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Made to feel the way that every child should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sit and listen, sit and listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I find it kinda funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find it kinda sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When people run in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a very, very mad world, mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Enlarge your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mad World&lt;/em&gt; - by Gary Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109666874142219069?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109666874142219069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109666874142219069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109666874142219069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109666874142219069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-around-me-are-familiar-faces-worn.html' title=''/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109657748224980020</id><published>2004-09-30T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:51:22.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"the dreams in which i am dying are the best i've ever had."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love that song.  It makes my heart cry and my eyes become waterfalls.  I know exactly what he means.  "I went to school and I was very nervous, nobody knew me."  Wow.  God, I am crying already.  People do not understand, this guy's voice is amazing. How someone can have this amazing, soul-tearing voice is beyond me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I went to my first Student Success class today.  *hangs head* Now you know what I have kept secret for months.  It's boring as hell, but manatory.  I have learned one new thing though, I am a failure.  No, seriously, before Greg or Tara try and tell me that I am not, it's true.  All my study habits are in the below 50 percentile which is REALLY bad.  So, besides study habits, I have made a list of all the things I have failed at, or will fail in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1) Keeping in contact with old friends.  I haven't done it.  I mean, they email me, call me, and what do I do? Nothing.  F+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2) Treating others how I would like to be treated.  I failed horribly at that.  I expect to get treated like a princess, have everyone love me, and not do anything to deserve that love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;3) .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, I just got talking to Tara about hot guys from NB and PEI, so I lost my depressing train of thought.  Don't worry I will find it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109657748224980020?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109657748224980020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109657748224980020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109657748224980020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109657748224980020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/09/dreams-in-which-i-am-dying-are-best.html' title=''/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109649218069299718</id><published>2004-09-29T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T18:17:26.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTICE: tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i am very &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of class, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;of work,&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; tired&lt;/span&gt; of having to cook supper, but mostly i am &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;about ppl who keep bitching to me that i do not keep my journal updated&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;DAILY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THAT ANNOYS THE HELL OUT OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i use this journal for my own personal pleasure and to help get things off my chest. unfortunately i do not have shit happen to me everyday and do not feel like writing about what color socks i wore today or what i had to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when ppl email me or leave me comments, don't get me wrong. but when i recieve multiple complaints it makes me hate online journals. i love that people love to know what is going on in my life (it makes me feel a little bit like &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;britney spears&lt;/span&gt; *lol*) but i do not have the time nor the desire to write in this thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please no more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate mail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109649218069299718?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109649218069299718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109649218069299718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109649218069299718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109649218069299718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/09/notice-tired.html' title='NOTICE: tired.'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109527245945178119</id><published>2004-09-15T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:22:31.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;has anyone ever wondered about the meaning of life? of course they have. the human race is a large group of organisms that think about everything and anything under the sun and at times even the sun. does anyone else find this somewhat depressing?? i mean, not only am i trapped with my ideas bouncing around in my head, but i have the ideas of someone next to me intermingling with mine which makes me.... not me? i mean, at times, the intermingling of idea is a great thing. great things are created, discussed, or disected. but when you have the artifical ideas of someone - say a bitchy girl in your arthurian lit class who only talks to hear her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;self speak - bouncing around in your head, it tends to contanimate your own ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in case you are highly confused about my little paragraph above, it is about a girl in my Art. Lit class who sits behind me, listens to what I discuss with a fellow student and then raises her perfectly manicured hand and delievers my answers to the teacher (with a couple of "like's" and "ah's" in it.) GRRRR, stupid artifical people!!!! And if that is not bad enough, we were put in a group together, and I had to listen to half an hour of her theories on how "romantic arthur is" and "i wonder if he was hot?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[very pissed off moonchild]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109527245945178119?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109527245945178119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109527245945178119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109527245945178119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109527245945178119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/09/has-anyone-ever-wondered-about-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109518415527187318</id><published>2004-09-14T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:07:43.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i am so pissed! when i wrote my blog yesterday, i thought is was sept. 12 when actually it was sept. 13 which means i missed a whole goddamn month AND a fricken day!!!! *sighs* this is getting depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more positive news, i sold my psych book to a mental guy today for $70. then i went out and had an AMAZING sandwich at subway. Mmmmm.... orgasmic. :p i think next time i am going to try it without meat though... actually, maybe i will just eat the super soft, herb and cheese bread by its self. i wonder if it's cheaper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i get paid on thursday, but still will not have any money until about april 2009. damn, i wish school wasn't so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, tara "FUCK YOU!" Bob is a beautiful, clean, older gentleman. way hotter than your mike moore. :D (love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, have to go get ready to go to work. yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{freaked out moonchild}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109518415527187318?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109518415527187318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109518415527187318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109518415527187318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109518415527187318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/09/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109509576581115124</id><published>2004-09-13T13:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:17:43.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, time flys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i cannot believe it is september 12th!!! holy crap, i have missed a month of my life. i swear. the last memory i have is of sarah and kevin leaving. then i woke this morning and realized, "Damn! I have to go to school." Now, I'm Question Mark and I'm wondering, "WHERE THE HELL DID MY MONTH GO?!" (that was a little Radio Free Rosco thrown in there... no i am not crazy) no seriously though. i have spent the entire summer working. i am broke and have bought nothing, but somehow i worked all summer and made tons of money. this makes no sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on more positive news, i am in love with bob barker and the "Price is Right." i am determined to get a car either by 1) marrying him, 2) sleeping with him, or 3) winning the show. i like #2 the best, b/c then i can tell ppl that i fucked him :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have thought about it. if i could look like anybody (who i know) it would be these people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- King Greg Chandler for his hair&lt;br /&gt;- Tara for her eyes&lt;br /&gt;- Jessica for her clear skin&lt;br /&gt;- Craig for his bum AND teeth&lt;br /&gt;- Mikey for his eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;- I would keep my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't decided who's boobs or feet i would like, so if you have any ideas, just email a picture and i will take it into consideration :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so now that everyone thinks i am crazy...... asrljesklatjdkgjlakdfjkadfjkadf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sleepy moonchild}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109509576581115124?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109509576581115124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109509576581115124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109509576581115124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109509576581115124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow-time-flys.html' title='wow, time flys'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109097619948505450</id><published>2004-07-27T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:20:55.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>breast cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my mom just told me some really bad news... her best friend from NF has BREAST CANCER!! that is my #1 fear in the world.  not to be egotistic, but i love my breasts (or boobies as i fondly call them). i am so terrified for her - she is a great person, but i guess cancer doesn't care who it hurts.  the scariest thing is, they do not know if it has spread throughout her body.  so when they open her up, they may find just a little lump, or find that it has spread!!! i cannot imagine waking up and one side of my chest flat.  i know breasts do not make the woman, but i would be afraid that i would lose part of my feminity, but better that then my life... right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i think i am not going to NF now... I am going to give my ticket to my mom... please do not kill me guys, she needs it way more than me.  Maybe I will be home Xmas?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God, life it so scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109097619948505450?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109097619948505450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109097619948505450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109097619948505450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109097619948505450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/07/breast-cancer.html' title='breast cancer'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-109000258989286714</id><published>2004-07-16T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:22:34.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so hungry... cook me food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay... today is my 1st day off in a week and i am so tired. so craig and i slept in until 2:30!! (yay us) Now, he is making me hamburger helper because i do not like to touch the bloody meat.  he is so cute!!!! awwww...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyways, tonight is bracelet night at the summerside fair so i think i am going to drag craig... only&lt;br /&gt;20$ to go on all the rides!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in bad news... i think i lost my ticket to nf!!! it is prolly somewhere in the deep bowels of my room (that i HAVE to clean today!!).  if anyone from nf reads this... send me a boat so i do not have to fly!! :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i smell breakfast/lunch. CIAO&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-109000258989286714?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/109000258989286714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=109000258989286714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109000258989286714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/109000258989286714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-am-so-hungry-cook-me-food.html' title='I am so hungry... cook me food!'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-108845458618801697</id><published>2004-06-28T17:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:09:42.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i smell like death, which in my dictionary means i smell like gross coffee - and i do not mean "wake-you-up-in-the-morning" coffee. the coffee at tim's sticks to your skin like tar and covers your hair so that you never feel really clean. i mean, i just got out of the shower, and i STILL SMELL!!!! Grrr, need another bottle of vanilla shampoo i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on more positive news... I AM GOING TO THE FAIR TONIGHT!! Yay me! :D another plus is that craig is not afraid of any of the rides so i do not have to worry about getting puked on *wink wink Tommy* plus it is really nice outside so i can wear shorts. i just have to remember not to wear flipflops this time... people do not like getting hit with them while i am whirling around :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newfoundland is soon! I am so excited!! I even bought a video camera so i can tape all the drinking that will be going on! (yes, i am a nerd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later daze&lt;br /&gt;*smiling moonchild*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-108845458618801697?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/108845458618801697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=108845458618801697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108845458618801697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108845458618801697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/06/gross.html' title='Gross.'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-108748451326961323</id><published>2004-06-17T11:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:10:31.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>work sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;no offense to craig, but i hate working with him. i love hanging out with him OUTSIDE of work, but my day always goes downhill when i see him there because a) the uniforms suck and are major unflattering, b)it is as warm as hell in the drivethru which means my face is either red or sweaty and c)i curse at customers when their back is turned... not very nice of me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, whenever i mention my list, he always says, "I meet you for the first time there and I fell in love with you there." Awwww.... I LOVE HIS BUM! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, laurie - manager at tims - interviewed my younger brother and told ME that she was going to hire him, but told him she would call him on tuesday (which was 2 days ago). SHE DIDN'T CALL HIM! so now he is all depressed and stuff (he's only 13, give him a break) and i am just pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in more positive news, i cleaned my room and didn't die. also my ticket to nf is def. booked and someone special is going to be there aroundt the same time i am... hehehe, only i know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a pair of PINK sneakers, all i need now is a PINK purse to complete my barbie outfit... i can't wait until tara sees it, she is going to die! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i need to get ready for work, tired/grumpy/clean moonchild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-108748451326961323?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/108748451326961323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=108748451326961323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108748451326961323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108748451326961323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/06/work-sucks.html' title='work sucks.'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-108732300596991951</id><published>2004-06-15T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:31:39.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>god i hate mondays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;god i hate mondays. although i just looked at my clock and realized it is really tuesday. i hate working full-time and losing days, especially mondays. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have king crimson's "moonchild" stuck in my head... "lovely moonchild." i can't find the cd anywhere though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought lorts on extended dvd last night, i am so excited! i cannot wait until the return of the king goes extended because they cut a lot of scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also saw "the stepford wives" with tara et al. last night, it was def. not worth 7.25$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought new shampoo today and it makes my hair smell like vanilla. i wonder if there is any that smells like chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i need sleep and maybe some breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-108732300596991951?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/108732300596991951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=108732300596991951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108732300596991951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108732300596991951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/06/god-i-hate-mondays.html' title='god i hate mondays.'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-108732253910361956</id><published>2004-06-15T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:30:34.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>call her moonchild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;call her moonchild&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the shallows of a river&lt;br /&gt;lonely moonchild&lt;br /&gt;dreaming in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;of the willow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to the trees of the&lt;br /&gt;cobweb strange&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on the steps of a fountain&lt;br /&gt;waving silver wands to the&lt;br /&gt;night-birds song&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the sun on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a moonchild&lt;br /&gt;gathering the flowers in a garden.&lt;br /&gt;lovely moonchild&lt;br /&gt;drifting on the echoes of the hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sailing on the wind&lt;br /&gt;in a milk white gown&lt;br /&gt;dropping circle stones on a sun dial&lt;br /&gt;playing hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;with the ghosts of dawn&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a smile from a sun child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-108732253910361956?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/108732253910361956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=108732253910361956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108732253910361956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108732253910361956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/06/call-her-moonchild_15.html' title='call her moonchild'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-1087319070028084</id><published>2004-06-15T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:29:40.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not dumb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, the world makes sense again. I am not stupid. I went to the "help" page (yes i am a nerd) and found out that there is a problem with editing your profile... that was why i was having trouble! yay me! :p so now i am happy... "happy moonchild."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-1087319070028084?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/1087319070028084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=1087319070028084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/1087319070028084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/1087319070028084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-not-dumb.html' title='I am not dumb.'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-108731543013759825</id><published>2004-06-15T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:28:25.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tormented moonchild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;god. i hate monday mornings. i just looked at the calendar though and realized it is tuesday. i hate working all day and miss living a monday. i have king crimson "moonchild" stuck in my head... "lovely moonchild..." wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an interview today at the "hill," think i may have gotten in, but will have to wear a uniform and get paid a dollar less than i am making now (being a tim's bitch) but i think the tips will be worth it - especially if i smile and shake my "tata's" at the old men - ew gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought lotrs fellowship of the ring last nite on extended dvd, woo-hoo! i am uber excited, cannot wait until the return of the king comes out on extended dvd... "lovely moonchild..." haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep and maybe some breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-108731543013759825?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/108731543013759825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=108731543013759825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108731543013759825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108731543013759825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/06/tormented-moonchild.html' title='tormented moonchild'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319324.post-108731761858301900</id><published>2004-06-15T13:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:28:48.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuzzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay... i am not blond, but i cannot figure this thing out! i mean, i always thought i was half decent on computers, but give me something like this blog thing where the template is already made up for you and i go stupid! grrr... it's frustrating... "angry moonchild."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319324-108731761858301900?l=tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/feeds/108731761858301900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319324&amp;postID=108731761858301900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108731761858301900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319324/posts/default/108731761858301900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tormentedmoonchild.blogspot.com/2004/06/confuzzled.html' title='Confuzzled'/><author><name>moonchild aka amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702824134150281718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
