<?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-9455335</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:31:34.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Bonnie ]</title><subtitle type='html'>Love was easier when it wasn't so hard.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-1447838087686293392</id><published>2007-07-18T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:58:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving To California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EBkfkUZI/AAAAAAAAABE/SVRVNTqswXE/s1600-h/P7170017%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EBkfkUZI/AAAAAAAAABE/SVRVNTqswXE/s320/P7170017%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088720160230232466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we remodeled ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EQEfkUaI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q1QSG8oNiKM/s1600-h/P7170021%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EQEfkUaI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q1QSG8oNiKM/s320/P7170021%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088720409338335650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EVkfkUbI/AAAAAAAAABU/0oiMQeLfok0/s1600-h/P7170019%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EVkfkUbI/AAAAAAAAABU/0oiMQeLfok0/s320/P7170019%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088720503827616178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EZEfkUcI/AAAAAAAAABc/0-CngwiLDjs/s1600-h/P7170022%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EZEfkUcI/AAAAAAAAABc/0-CngwiLDjs/s320/P7170022%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088720563957158338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-1447838087686293392?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/1447838087686293392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=1447838087686293392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/1447838087686293392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/1447838087686293392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-moving-to-california.html' title='I&apos;m Moving To California'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rp7EBkfkUZI/AAAAAAAAABE/SVRVNTqswXE/s72-c/P7170017%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-3853153113618353066</id><published>2007-07-15T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:46:39.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RpquZkfkUXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SjPEFMgBT4Y/s1600-h/61oeotu_th.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RpquZkfkUXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SjPEFMgBT4Y/s320/61oeotu_th.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087570483384439154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I am updating... I'm sure no one reads my blog anymore... but here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated. Class of 2007! The only thing I can say about that is that I tripped down the stairs and almost did a face-plant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RpqoE0fkUUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PbQdgEayyBA/s1600-h/P6080100%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RpqoE0fkUUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PbQdgEayyBA/s320/P6080100%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087563529832386882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a counselor at a 5th and 6th grade camp, it was great. And then I went to High school camp... it sucked. And now I have one more camp to go, a day camp at the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rpqt7kfkUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wqT6wZPuupg/s1600-h/4ttk3lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/Rpqt7kfkUWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wqT6wZPuupg/s320/4ttk3lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087569967988363618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news I have is my dad got fired so I am moving... to Carmel, California. Not because we have to, my dad could get a new job easy, but because my parents want to. They plan to move before school starts in the fall. My whole house has been under construction (aka: lots of yelling, banging, painting and cleaning). But that should stop pretty soon here, seeing as, my house is going up for sale on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RpquuUfkUYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8aagAhRTIoE/s1600-h/P62800013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RpquuUfkUYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8aagAhRTIoE/s320/P62800013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087570839866724738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew and I are still dating. It will be a year on August  29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-3853153113618353066?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/3853153113618353066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=3853153113618353066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/3853153113618353066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/3853153113618353066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RpquZkfkUXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SjPEFMgBT4Y/s72-c/61oeotu_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-332718045667134054</id><published>2007-01-02T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T11:52:19.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RZq37az1mxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ky4R_0iK4QY/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RZq37az1mxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ky4R_0iK4QY/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015523366467377938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-332718045667134054?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/332718045667134054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=332718045667134054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/332718045667134054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/332718045667134054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_20VJHQlcIig/RZq37az1mxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ky4R_0iK4QY/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-114740883721717262</id><published>2006-05-11T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:41:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm... CraZy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mmm... CraZy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ummm lots of news... But nothing I'm willing to share with the world... heh... What I will say is that I've been struggling with the weird-ist things... things I never though I'd have to decide this early in my life... Things I just shouldn't HAVE to decided... But... It being my life... I do have to make those decisions... and I know I have to make these decisions because of other decisions I have made... that mabye... I shoulden't have made... I know this might be starting to get really annoying cause if you are reading... you most likely have NO IDEA what I talking about... actually I KNOW you don't... *grin* So I'll stop babbling on...&lt;br /&gt;Something I AM willing to share is.... well actually... I can't think of anything... *laughs* Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114740883721717262?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114740883721717262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114740883721717262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114740883721717262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114740883721717262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/05/mmmm-crazy.html' title='mmmm... CraZy?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114652905710749946</id><published>2006-05-01T17:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:15:57.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Sweet 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm 16 as of today!! More later!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114652905710749946?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114652905710749946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114652905710749946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114652905710749946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114652905710749946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-16_114652905710749946.html' title='sweet 16'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114633862297111715</id><published>2006-04-29T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T15:42:52.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Me, Don't Hate Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think About Me, Don't Talk About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive Me, Don't Forget Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me Not Away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me don't ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think don't leave me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me don't pretend to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am don't expect me to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me don't let me drive myself into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect me don't wound me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach for me don't run from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand me don't stop trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me don't let me go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need me because I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me because I'll keep you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me because I Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114633862297111715?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114633862297111715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114633862297111715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114633862297111715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114633862297111715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114629341520680720</id><published>2006-04-28T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:50:15.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't click Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.bebo.com/bored2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input class="button" value="Don't Click Here" type="submit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114629341520680720?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114629341520680720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114629341520680720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114629341520680720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114629341520680720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-click-here.html' title='Don&apos;t click Here.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114627506158623288</id><published>2006-04-28T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:44:21.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Built up Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Built up Frustrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up Frustrations&lt;br /&gt;all new sensations&lt;br /&gt;new found pleasures&lt;br /&gt;security measures&lt;br /&gt;feel my touch&lt;br /&gt;slip friction clutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bittersweet emotions&lt;br /&gt;life promotions&lt;br /&gt;so much to master&lt;br /&gt;want it to go faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand the words I say&lt;br /&gt;there's so many ways to stray&lt;br /&gt;needing nothing, Wanting it all&lt;br /&gt;be strong, don't fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up Frustrations&lt;br /&gt;all new sensations&lt;br /&gt;new found pleasures&lt;br /&gt;security measures&lt;br /&gt;feel my touch&lt;br /&gt;slip friction clutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more lies&lt;br /&gt;just need to improvise&lt;br /&gt;more wrong answers than right&lt;br /&gt;my king of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body and soul&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to control&lt;br /&gt;wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;they'll be no fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up Frustrations&lt;br /&gt;all new sensations&lt;br /&gt;new found pleasures&lt;br /&gt;security measures&lt;br /&gt;feel my touch&lt;br /&gt;slip friction clutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met me in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;go to the extremes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built up Frustrations&lt;br /&gt;all new sensations&lt;br /&gt;new found pleasures&lt;br /&gt;security measures&lt;br /&gt;feel my touch&lt;br /&gt;slip friction clutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated sensations&lt;br /&gt;slip friction clutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114627506158623288?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114627506158623288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114627506158623288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114627506158623288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114627506158623288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/built-up-frustrations.html' title='Built up Frustrations'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114625561896936142</id><published>2006-04-28T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:22:23.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I owe you an update I think... I've been neglecting this blog... heh...&lt;br /&gt;   Well I have dyed my hair... Most of you (even if you did see me) wouldn't even notice the difference and... I'm Turing 16 in 2 days... I'm piercing my ears on the 5th of may...  And this summer I will be trying to get my permit so I can drive... I was going to get a summer job... But... I decided I wanted to wait till winter so I can enjoy the summer...&lt;br /&gt;   I have made several life changing choices in the last couple of months...Well really in the last year... Most of which I've kept to myself... I'm seeing that as I get 'older' I'm wanting to keep more and more to myself... Locked away... But as Rachel may know... I failed to keep it locked away... But I still wish I had...&lt;br /&gt;   I think this year would be the first year I actually took the time to look back on my life so far... And To tell the truth... I'm more than ashamed... But if I had a chance to do it over again... I'm sure I wouldn't do anything different... Because... The choices I made... Were either because I felt there was no other way or just to protect myself... And those other few choices... Where that is just what I wanted to do...Stubborn as I am...&lt;br /&gt;  Well I don't want to drag this on... I just wanted to update a little bit for those of you who still read my blog... I Love you all and Miss those of you that I haven't seen in forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much love ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114625561896936142?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114625561896936142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114625561896936142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114625561896936142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114625561896936142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114609105715590340</id><published>2006-04-26T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:37:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2463%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2463%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile for the cammera&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114609105715590340?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114609105715590340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114609105715590340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609105715590340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609105715590340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/smile-for-cammera.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114609102643019814</id><published>2006-04-26T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:37:06.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2495%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2495%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me again&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114609102643019814?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114609102643019814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114609102643019814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609102643019814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609102643019814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114609099906345780</id><published>2006-04-26T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:36:39.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2485%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2485%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114609099906345780?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114609099906345780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114609099906345780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609099906345780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609099906345780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114609093167545084</id><published>2006-04-26T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:48:41.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2478%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2478%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114609093167545084?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114609093167545084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114609093167545084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609093167545084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114609093167545084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114507203755965923</id><published>2006-04-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:13:15.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My birthday...is in 17 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114507203755965923?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114507203755965923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114507203755965923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114507203755965923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114507203755965923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114456857679448770</id><published>2006-04-09T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:42:56.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Princess...</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA... dont ask really... you DON'T wanna know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114456857679448770?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114456857679448770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114456857679448770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114456857679448770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114456857679448770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-princess.html' title='I&apos;m A Princess...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114455444932708108</id><published>2006-04-08T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:47:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout... YAY!</title><content type='html'>new layout. very kool, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114455444932708108?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114455444932708108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114455444932708108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114455444932708108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114455444932708108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-layout-yay.html' title='New Layout... YAY!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114419876004002423</id><published>2006-04-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:32:25.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure &lt; Pain</title><content type='html'>I can deny myself pleasure... It's pain I can't deny myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114419876004002423?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114419876004002423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114419876004002423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419876004002423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419876004002423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/pleasure-pain.html' title='Pleasure &lt; Pain'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114419831708307083</id><published>2006-04-04T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:51:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2151%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2151%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Tan...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114419831708307083?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114419831708307083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114419831708307083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419831708307083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419831708307083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114419592864966608</id><published>2006-04-04T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:13:34.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, My great grampa, My mom, My aunt, my grandma and my cousin james. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114419592864966608?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114419592864966608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114419592864966608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419592864966608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419592864966608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/vacation-photo.html' title='Vacation Photo'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114419579924611077</id><published>2006-04-04T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:13:56.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2107%20%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2107%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouting.. what a surprise. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114419579924611077?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114419579924611077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114419579924611077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419579924611077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419579924611077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/vacation-photo_04.html' title='Vacation Photo'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114419553285436139</id><published>2006-04-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:14:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean... and Me. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114419553285436139?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114419553285436139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114419553285436139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419553285436139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419553285436139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/vacation-photo_114419553285436139.html' title='Vacation Photo'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114419546706949758</id><published>2006-04-04T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:14:35.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED the robe &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114419546706949758?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114419546706949758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114419546706949758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419546706949758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114419546706949758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/vacation-photo_114419546706949758.html' title='Vacation Photo'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114413589154036792</id><published>2006-04-04T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:31:31.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from vacation</title><content type='html'>just a short post to say hi... lots of stuff going on... family stuff... personal stuff... stuff stuff. hehehe. Missin the sun already... (I was in OC, California) and yeah... Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 Bons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114413589154036792?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114413589154036792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114413589154036792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114413589154036792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114413589154036792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-vacation.html' title='back from vacation'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114341526338022629</id><published>2006-03-26T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:45:39.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_2029%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_2029%20%282%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my Blue Eyed Girls...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114341526338022629?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114341526338022629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114341526338022629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114341526338022629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114341526338022629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-my-blue-eyed-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114325983435347460</id><published>2006-03-24T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:10:34.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_1992.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_1992.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Other Love. My Ipod &lt;33&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114325983435347460?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114325983435347460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114325983435347460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114325983435347460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114325983435347460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-other-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114325979828350123</id><published>2006-03-24T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:09:58.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_1983.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_1983.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to understand&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114325979828350123?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114325979828350123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114325979828350123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114325979828350123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114325979828350123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-i-want-is-for-you-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114300513277594746</id><published>2006-03-21T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:26:52.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating a little</title><content type='html'>Been writing alot... Been listening to music ALOT... Been reading a little.... Been sleeping alot..... Been on the phone a little... Been up late alot... Been hearing yelling.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;... looking happy for show... alot... Been crying with no one to comfort me.... All the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114300513277594746?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114300513277594746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114300513277594746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114300513277594746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114300513277594746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/updating-little.html' title='Updating a little'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114298802576899745</id><published>2006-03-21T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:40:25.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Miles Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Artist: Vanessa Carlton Lyrics&lt;br /&gt; Song: A Thousand Miles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Making my way downtown&lt;br /&gt;Walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces passed&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making my way&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always times like these&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you ever&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Living in your&lt;br /&gt;Precious memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Drown in your memory&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let this go&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my way downtown&lt;br /&gt;Walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces passed&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making my way&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still need you&lt;br /&gt;And I still miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass us by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just hold you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114298802576899745?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114298802576899745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114298802576899745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114298802576899745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114298802576899745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/thousand-miles-lyrics.html' title='A Thousand Miles Lyrics'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114248903800045246</id><published>2006-03-15T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:03:58.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may break</title><content type='html'>I think I may break&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much at stake&lt;br /&gt;wanting it all&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that could be the&lt;br /&gt;reason for our fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything so perfect, so true&lt;br /&gt;But nothings perfect, So I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;that I'll end up losing you&lt;br /&gt;going crazy thinking&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why I never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love of ours is sweet&lt;br /&gt;but it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for my defeat&lt;br /&gt;this love you give&lt;br /&gt;holds me captive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may break&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much at stake&lt;br /&gt;wanting it all&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that could be the&lt;br /&gt;reason for our fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't supposed to happen&lt;br /&gt;never this way&lt;br /&gt;I meant to leave you&lt;br /&gt;before you had a chance&lt;br /&gt;to burn me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but every time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my plan&lt;br /&gt;laughed with you and kissed you&lt;br /&gt;no, it wasn't supposed to be that way&lt;br /&gt;but I'm happy it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give this way&lt;br /&gt;for anything&lt;br /&gt;please you must understand&lt;br /&gt;I Love you... I always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may break&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much at stake&lt;br /&gt;wanting it all&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that could be the&lt;br /&gt;reason for our fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear it when your sad&lt;br /&gt;wish I could kiss your pain away&lt;br /&gt;laugh for me, smile for me&lt;br /&gt;man I've got it bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may break&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much at stake&lt;br /&gt;wanting it all&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that could be the&lt;br /&gt;reason for our fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to fall.... Not unless your there to catch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie Broderick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114248903800045246?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114248903800045246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114248903800045246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114248903800045246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114248903800045246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-may-break.html' title='I may break'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114244910142690499</id><published>2006-03-15T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:58:21.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy?</title><content type='html'>heh. So little update. John's been back for a few days and I've been hanging with him and Li (his school friend) who may I add, is a really cool guy but picks out horrible movies. lol. But anywho that's basically what I've been doing... Hanging out with them... My parents are starting to get a little peeved cause they say I don't have to spend EVERY day with him... But he's leaving again till may 20th and I want to get my time with him before he leaves... But yeah... No one wants to hear about that ... But nothing else is really going on right now... So I guess I'm done... lyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333Bons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114244910142690499?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114244910142690499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114244910142690499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114244910142690499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114244910142690499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy.html' title='Busy?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114205137164951133</id><published>2006-03-10T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:30:42.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so everyone knows this is my Brothers Gf....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/Christmas20052-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/Christmas20052-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor's "Girlfriend" &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114205137164951133?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114205137164951133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114205137164951133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114205137164951133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114205137164951133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-so-everyone-knows-this-is-my.html' title='Just so everyone knows this is my Brothers Gf....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114205099165900203</id><published>2006-03-10T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:23:48.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;and I know you care&lt;br /&gt;your everything&lt;br /&gt;your mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothings perfect&lt;br /&gt;I know that well&lt;br /&gt;nothing perfect but&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, all of my faults&lt;br /&gt;where's my verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you not trust me?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why you can't tell me first-hand&lt;br /&gt;is there a reason your protecting&lt;br /&gt;me from you?&lt;br /&gt;don't you understand all I want&lt;br /&gt;is you?&lt;br /&gt;but I can't do that at arms length&lt;br /&gt;only when we're level&lt;br /&gt;Do you not trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may sound stupid&lt;br /&gt;but really who cares?&lt;br /&gt;nothing I can say will change you&lt;br /&gt;and stuff you keep from me&lt;br /&gt;I might never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we both know&lt;br /&gt;it always comes back later&lt;br /&gt;and this will never work&lt;br /&gt;if your not honest with me&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't be angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you not trust me?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why you can't tell me first-hand&lt;br /&gt;is there a reason your protecting&lt;br /&gt;me from you?&lt;br /&gt;don't you understand all I want&lt;br /&gt;is you?&lt;br /&gt;but I can't do that at arms length&lt;br /&gt;only when we're level&lt;br /&gt;Do you not trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you not trust me?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand&lt;br /&gt;why you can't tell me first-hand&lt;br /&gt;is there a reason your protecting&lt;br /&gt;me from you?&lt;br /&gt;don't you understand all I want&lt;br /&gt;is you?&lt;br /&gt;but I can't do that at arms length&lt;br /&gt;only when we're level&lt;br /&gt;Do you not trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you trust me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114205099165900203?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114205099165900203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114205099165900203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114205099165900203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114205099165900203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-understand.html' title='Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114204869934490734</id><published>2006-03-10T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:45:33.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just ONE thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT... Thats all I ask for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114204869934490734?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114204869934490734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114204869934490734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114204869934490734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114204869934490734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-one-thing.html' title='just ONE thing'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114189220433089688</id><published>2006-03-08T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:17:18.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Life of Bonnie....</title><content type='html'>The biggest and most dramatic change in my life right now is that, my little brother Connor, is now homeschooled with me... And I must say I'm having a very hard time with it... Not only cause I get less attention (which may sound selfish but... Either way my brother got more attention) but because my brother is well... My brother... If you know him you know what I mean, if you don't... You really have NO idea. But I'm going to think of it, of like a test of sorts... But I know so far I'm not getting a good grade on it. Speaking of grades... This has effected my schoolwork... A little... I just haven't been able to focus... I always have a problem with that but with my brother... It makes it that much harder...&lt;br /&gt; The next big change also has to do with my brother... He has a girlfriend... That's 6 inches taller than him and ... Well not a girl I really want my brother with... I mean I guess she's a nice girl and all but... He's WAY too young and...Yah.. I'm not gonna get really into this subject cause if I start, I'm sure I'll say something I regret. So moving on....&lt;br /&gt;John (Clanton) gets back on Friday morning, which I'm happy about... But my brother want to double date with me and him... ARGGG... And ahhh I think we (John and I)  are planning to go to lunch at L.O. because for one I know ppl and for two he knows a whole freakin' lot of ppl that haven't seen him in foreva. So I'm sure that'll be entertaining. Ooo and John's bringing one of his cell buddies (school mates? lol) back with him. So they'll be here from the 10th to the 19th. I'm not really sure but whatev.&lt;br /&gt; There's really nothing else interesting to say... I went to the museum a while ago... The Hesse exhibit... I loved it... Which is kinda weird but I love that era, the whole medieval/ Victorian/ renaissance eras. But yeah so I'm tired... I'm gonna go to bed now... Count sheep or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 Bons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114189220433089688?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114189220433089688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114189220433089688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114189220433089688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114189220433089688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-on-life-of-bonnie.html' title='Update on the Life of Bonnie....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114180266023011824</id><published>2006-03-07T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:24:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Details disappear</title><content type='html'>Details disappear&lt;br /&gt;just when you think&lt;br /&gt;you've got nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;when you've stopped hiding&lt;br /&gt;from the shadows&lt;br /&gt;from the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facts fade&lt;br /&gt;feeling like you've&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by all who said&lt;br /&gt;they'd never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details are disappearing&lt;br /&gt;facts are fading&lt;br /&gt;reasons are slipping&lt;br /&gt;meanings are dissolving&lt;br /&gt;reality is vanishing&lt;br /&gt;nothing will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons slip away&lt;br /&gt;knowing later you'll&lt;br /&gt;have to pay&lt;br /&gt;for everything&lt;br /&gt;you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanings dissolve&lt;br /&gt;just when you've&lt;br /&gt;come to your resolve&lt;br /&gt;nothing making sense&lt;br /&gt;when it matters most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details are disappearing&lt;br /&gt;facts are fading&lt;br /&gt;reasons are slipping&lt;br /&gt;meanings are dissolving&lt;br /&gt;reality is vanishing&lt;br /&gt;nothing will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality vanishes&lt;br /&gt;waiting for some kind&lt;br /&gt;of advantages&lt;br /&gt;so that you don't&lt;br /&gt;feel so, so far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details are disappearing&lt;br /&gt;facts are fading&lt;br /&gt;reasons are slipping&lt;br /&gt;meanings are dissolving&lt;br /&gt;reality is vanishing&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114180266023011824?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114180266023011824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114180266023011824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114180266023011824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114180266023011824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114160642369589953?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114160642369589953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114160642369589953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114160642369589953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114160642369589953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/bons.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114160512106874215</id><published>2006-03-05T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:39:57.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never</title><content type='html'>Feeling like nothing I do is right&lt;br /&gt;always needing to fight&lt;br /&gt;for the respect I know I deserve&lt;br /&gt;always having to look away&lt;br /&gt;pretend like I don't care&lt;br /&gt;that they look at me the way they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never ends&lt;br /&gt;it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;in the end you ALWAYS have to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am, who I am&lt;br /&gt;but knowing who I wanted to be still hurts&lt;br /&gt;I may look like I didn't get it&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, I didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;I may act like I'm ok with that&lt;br /&gt;but the cold hard truth is I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;in the end you ALWAYS have to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking away, knowing I'll have to pay&lt;br /&gt;Crying when I know, no one will care&lt;br /&gt;all the pain I have to share&lt;br /&gt;complaining about everything to forget&lt;br /&gt;all the things inside if me that are hurting&lt;br /&gt;maybe I am shallow, foolish and small&lt;br /&gt;but how would you know, if you never really look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never ends&lt;br /&gt;it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;in the end you ALWAYS have to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see every look they give me&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I don't&lt;br /&gt;surgar coating words to make it seem funny&lt;br /&gt;I know its not&lt;br /&gt;But laughing is better than crying&lt;br /&gt;yeah, laughing is better than trying&lt;br /&gt;to explain how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never ends&lt;br /&gt;it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;in the end you ALWAYS have to pay&lt;br /&gt;in the end you wish you hadn't strayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie Broderick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114160512106874215?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114160512106874215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114160512106874215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114160512106874215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114160512106874215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/never.html' title='Never'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114160028343221821</id><published>2006-03-05T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:24:57.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell it's not mean --- tainted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really Don't care if you meant to or not... you did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most boring and shallow magazines of all time--- all of which Bonnie subscribes to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cooing over her long-lost lover"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for some reason bonnie has a copy of 'Stories and Poems for Extreamly Intelligent Childern Of all Ages' -- sitting in her room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"keep hearing the words "I Love You" and Kinky coming out of Bonnies mouth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't fall or slip at all, opposed to Bonnie who everytime I looked at her, was on her face or her butt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from &lt;a href="http://www.cbla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rae's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114160028343221821?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114160028343221821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114160028343221821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114160028343221821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114160028343221821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-tell-its-not-mean-tainted.html' title='Don&apos;t tell it&apos;s not mean --- tainted'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-114080475385767077</id><published>2006-02-23T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:34:38.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part One of My trip</title><content type='html'>I know this was a while coming but I've been EXTREMELY tired ever sense I've been back. So here is the long awaited update on what I experienced in Biloxi, Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Plane Ride there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got to the airport at 11:30... (way early) everyone was going to get there at 12:00 and we would take off at around 1:30. There was 4 girls going and 4 guys. (Girls: Me, Marie, Hillary, and Dani. Boys: Andy, Nick, corbin and Gram.) So everyone was there with their parents around 12:20 and then My parents left and after a little while everyone else's parents left too.&lt;br /&gt;We then went though all the airport stuff and got to our gate. Then we were allowed to wander a bit to look at shops. I was going to go get myself some caffeine But I decided against it and read instead.&lt;br /&gt;So this whole time I'd hardly said two words to anyone... So I introduced myself to the only person I didn't know, Corbin. I did that because he sat next to me while I was reading... And he was kind of bugging me... But yeah after I introduced myself I went to the girls bathroom cause... Well its my haven (as you may have figured out by now) and I checked the mirror and went back out cause we were going to board anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;boarding was well boarding. At first when I saw where I was sitting I wasn't very happy, cause I was going to have to sit in-between Dani (very gorgeous girl) and Matt (our pastor/leader) and just so we all know sitting in the middle on a plane SUCKS. But the plane wasn't very full so Matt went and sat with Andy who had a row to himself, and I got to sit by the window (my favorite seat) and dani sat on the isle seat, so there was a seat in-between us.&lt;br /&gt;The flight was relatively good. It was a little bumpy but it was still, ok. I listened to my Ipod and read for most of the flight but what I liked best about this flight was the sunset... OMG it was amazing... The colors were nothing like what I'd seen before in a sunset, so I watched as the sun slowly sunk behind the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;A while later we landed in Huston, Texas. We all went to the next gate that would take us to New Orleans, Mississippi (on the way I saw a cockroach) and put all our take-on luggage down with one of the leaders and wandered around the Texas airport. I don't really remember anything really exciting about being there really... There were some cool stores and stuff but after about an hour and a half we were off again in another plane.&lt;br /&gt;Now this flight I had NO luck with seating I was stuck in the middle seat with 2 complete strangers that were for some reason really not happy... But this flight was really short... Only hour (compared to the 6 hour flight I had just taken) and I don't really remember much from it. We landed and got our luggage and got in to the 3 vans that showed up 5-10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Car Ride To Biloxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride there ended up taking about 2 hours I was in a car with all males... 3 were leaders and the other one was Andy. And Andy happened to have a movie player, so we watched the Italian Job for most of the car ride... It was too dark to see anything outside cause it was (Mississippi time) about 11:45. But as I got closer to the destination I was aware of the devastation the hurricane had done. And I noticed how many RV.s there were... More than I've ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to "the base" (as we call it) at 12:30-ish  and  trooped in dead tired with all our luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Let me take this time to tell you a little about the "base". The base is run/owned by Salvation Army. The base itself is ... Well its a stadium. I'd say more about it and I'd explain what It looked like but... I think I'd be better to just show you pictures. I'll have pictures of my trip hopefully soon so... Bare with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was a girls half and a boys half. Me and the other 3 girls were shown to a cabin/ house like thing, that some Amish made. I unpacked some of my stuff while the other girls looked around a bit. After I was done I looked around a bit and washed my face and went to bed. I slept pretty good, but I woke up 7:00 am (Mississippi time) because I was cold and because there were people talking loudly outside our room. We were allowed to sleep in till 9:00 because it was Sunday but I was already awake. So I got out the book I had been reading and finished it. It was then around 7:35 so I got up and got dressed (and before you ask no, I did not put any make-up on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dressed and ready... For what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up eating Lucky Charms (My favorite Cereal!!) and sitting in a big stuffed chair all by myself, freezing, thinking WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A while later I found out that we were gonna go to church. So I grabbed my bible and notebook   and got back in one of the vans to drive to the church.&lt;br /&gt;I personally thought that it was AMAZING! The church was (of course) all torn out inside and outside, and the majority of the people were black ... If I closed my eyes I sware I felt like it was way back when. The times when all they had was each other, their voices and God... You could feel the power of it all...&lt;br /&gt;When the service ended we all got back in the vans and hung out most of the rest of that day. The real work would begin tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-114080475385767077?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/114080475385767077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=114080475385767077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114080475385767077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/114080475385767077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-one-of-my-trip.html' title='Part One of My trip'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113967489078966105</id><published>2006-02-11T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:02:48.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>Im Off to Mississippi!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ll be back on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;Bons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113967489078966105?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113967489078966105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113967489078966105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113967489078966105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113967489078966105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/02/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113935609140915641</id><published>2006-02-07T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:48:11.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Details on Biloxi Missions trip</title><content type='html'>Its from the 11th to the 18th. I will be taking a plane from here to Houston, from Houston to New Orleans and we will drive from New Orleans to Biloxi. On the way back instead of stopping in Houston we will stop in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt; The rough outline of my Schedule is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:00 am- Breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:45 am- Receive  the day's assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8:30 am- Show up on the worksight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12:00 pm- Lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:00 pm- Return to the dorms, get cleaned up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6:00 pm- Dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:00 pm- Chapel/ gathering time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10:00 pm- "lights out"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yeah thats my update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Bons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113935609140915641?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113935609140915641/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-113935537123829892</id><published>2006-02-07T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:36:12.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Truly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/640/100_1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/215/9409/200/100_1565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look away &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113935537123829892?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113935537123829892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113935537123829892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113935537123829892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113935537123829892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/02/yours-truly.html' title='Yours Truly'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113875613366446708</id><published>2006-01-31T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:09:15.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know</title><content type='html'>Things that shouldn't happen&lt;br /&gt;people who don't really care&lt;br /&gt;things are getting harder&lt;br /&gt;surprised I never heard my heart tare&lt;br /&gt;because we all know it happened&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;but what you don't know is&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very afraid&lt;br /&gt;You know the cost&lt;br /&gt;but what you already know is&lt;br /&gt;you don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, In a world like this&lt;br /&gt;when you always feel like you miss&lt;br /&gt;In this world filled with nothing&lt;br /&gt;all you know is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been turn inside-out&lt;br /&gt;been lied to, and cried&lt;br /&gt;but when everything seems like&lt;br /&gt;nothing worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;you see that glimpse of heaven&lt;br /&gt;and everything doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how things change&lt;br /&gt;how with every twist it gets strange&lt;br /&gt;how with every day&lt;br /&gt;I seem to change in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to laugh, to cry&lt;br /&gt;everyday I ask why&lt;br /&gt;but I know the answer&lt;br /&gt;it infects me like a cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, In a world like this&lt;br /&gt;when you always feel like you miss&lt;br /&gt;In this world filled with nothing&lt;br /&gt;all you know is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been turn inside-out&lt;br /&gt;been lied to, and cried&lt;br /&gt;but when everything seems like&lt;br /&gt;nothing worth it anymore&lt;br /&gt;you see that glimpse of heaven&lt;br /&gt;and everything doesn't seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;but what you don't know is&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very afraid&lt;br /&gt;You know the cost&lt;br /&gt;but what you already know is&lt;br /&gt;you don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113875613366446708?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113875613366446708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113875613366446708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113875613366446708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113875613366446708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know.html' title='You Know'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113875413084929994</id><published>2006-01-31T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:37:27.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biloxi, Mississippi Missions Trip</title><content type='html'>I have always wanted to go on a missions trip to go and help... In my small way... My parents decided that now was the time to act on that... So on February 11th I will be going to Biloxi, Mississippi to do what I can to help with the hurricane relief.... I'm really excited and scared to be all on my own with no family or friends I know of... I know this will be a life changing experience for me and I'm going to try to get the most out of it... My mom had a friend that went to Biloxi and she sent my mom her report on what she did and saw... The devastation sounds horrible... I know we have heard about all this on the news and what-not... But the reality of it is that IM going to help put back what the hurricane took away... And for me.... I guess it made it that much more real.... SO I'm asking for your prayers and encouragement as I get closer and closer to leaving... I think I will be gone 7-10 days... I will update later on it because on Sunday I'm going to a meeting about it... Thanks for caring... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Bons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113875413084929994?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113875413084929994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113875413084929994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113875413084929994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113875413084929994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/biloxi-mississippi-missions-trip.html' title='Biloxi, Mississippi Missions Trip'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113874731492697928</id><published>2006-01-31T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:30:14.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbee in 5 inches of mud....</title><content type='html'>I know I said I wasn't going to play anymore... But I wasn't planning on playing... That's why I was wearing my new shirt and shoes.... Sadly my shoes got really muddy but my shirt only got a little bit of mud on it... My pants got really muddy but that's no big deal... But from the beginning... I got dressed and set aside my Ipod, cell phone AND my book... At around 3:30 Adam, Evan, and Sara showed up in the van and I grabbed my stuff and started upstairs... Remembered my cell was plugged in and went back to get it... Got it and decided it was kind of rude to bring my book... So I left it there... And went out to the van... And we drove up to where we were playing... When we got there we found out 6 people we didn't know were playing also... 3 girls and 3 guys... So there was going to be Adam, Anna, Evan, John, Sara, James, Alex, Luke, Chris and the other 6 people... Which I was introduced too... But I have a horrible memory and can't really remember them... So everyone was talking to people and I felt kind of out of place... I don't know why... Then Me and Rae both got a little muddy... I hadn't meant to... But you know how it is... Got my new shoes muddy... Then took them off and got my feet all muddy... heh.... Then we ran down to the swings and then Alex and Luke got there and then Anna and James... And then we were starting and we did teams and I was with John, Anna, Sara, Joe, and the 3 guys I didn't know... And the other team was Alex, Evan, James, Luke, Chris, Rae and the 3 girls... Adam didn't play, he said it was because of a broken toe later... But I have my suspicions... So we started playing... I ended up not really being included... Which I really didn't mind much but... I didn't want to be walking back and forth on 5 inches of mud... So I bailed... Which may have made  me look like a bad sport or a drama Queen but really that wasn't it.... But anyways I went and did what I do when I'm bored or whatever.. Listen to my Ipod... I &lt;3 My Ipod... heh... So I got to listen to all of about 1 1/2 songs when Adam of all people found me... So he asked me if I was alright... which I was and said some other suff... and he told me something I had alreddy been told but It was very amusing hearing it from him... so He ended up talking to me for a while... which was weird but amusing... Because Adam never really had said much to me before... we mostly talked about his school and how he likes to show off and Boys and their toys.... heh his words NOT mine... AND just so everyone knows I was in NO way flirting with him... cross my heart and hope to die... the reason I say that is because after the game was over and done with people made comments like that...Its not that I mind much... but I think Adam might have... but anywho I was freazing ... so I decided to put my shoes on and then I decided I'd run around the feild... So I did and it helped.... then Chris gave me his coat (cause he's kool like that) and that was warm but I ran around once more.... then my cell rang and it was my mom... and she wanted to bing me home now... so I guess Rae talked to Adam and he said he'd take me and Rae back to Rae's house... So Rae changed and we got drove back to Rae's...  Overall it was pretty fun... the experience not the game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113874731492697928?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113874731492697928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113874731492697928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113874731492697928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113874731492697928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/frisbee-in-5-inches-of-mud.html' title='Frisbee in 5 inches of mud....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113816346056260889</id><published>2006-01-24T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:31:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Sleeplessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;dressed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ready,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; blah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;bored, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;not happy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; less happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;really late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; late&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;get there&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;doesn't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;calls home&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;talks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;hangs up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tries to stay cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sees a few faces&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;says a few words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pose for the world&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hide sadness for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;car pulls up&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;gets in&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;drives away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;hasn't eaten anything&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;faint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;doesn't eat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;pushes limit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;breaks down&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;eats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wanders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nods&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ignores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YELLING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; jumps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;plays music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ignores&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;phone rings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;its for mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yelling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;stops&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;mom gets on phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wait&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;listen to music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;still waiting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113816346056260889?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113816346056260889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113816346056260889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113816346056260889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113816346056260889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113806539063159863</id><published>2006-01-23T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:59:50.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoting Myself how Ironic...</title><content type='html'>"Don't Mind Me... I have a morbid view of myself... And have a hard time believing that people stick up for me or believe in me...." Quoting myself how Ironic... I want to explain why I said that... Not really to you... But to myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this because.... *sigh* before I write all this I want you to understand I DON'T feel sorry for myself... It may seem like that... But its not the case... I do at times feel sorry for myself... But really who doesn't? So Please Just... Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that because as a child I always was the trouble maker... The kid no one wanted to babysitt, or have in their class... I was just never the kid my parents wanted me to be.... I always had bad grades and report cards... Saying things like "disruptive" "doesn't stay on her chair" "needs improvement"... They thought I had ADD for the longest time... I got tested... Who knows how many times... They still couldn't tell... So they put me on a drug to see if it had any positive affects on me... It didn't... I couldn't eat... Had a even harder time sleeping then usual... My stomach always hurt... I started to always have my arm wrapped around my middle to comfort myself... To this day I use it to comfort myself... They eventually took me off... Slowly... After that ... It was the begging of 6th grade... My  mom took me out of the school I was in and put me into a advanced private Christian school... They had me take a test to place me in a grade that "suited" me... They said I wouldn't be able to go into the 6th grade class... I wasn't smart enough... That day I know I failed my parents in some major way... I cried and threw a fit... Which is was what I always did... And they said I could give 6th grade a chance... I tried as hard as I could to stay in that class... But they ended up taking me out of the 6th grade class... And put me in a 5th grade class... I tried to stay away from all the people that would recongnise me in the 6th grade class... But soon the whole school knew I was "put back" not smart enough... Not normal... That began my 3 years at the school from he11... I didn't have any friends for the longest time... But it was a Christian school and the teacher had someone befriend me... Humiliating... So the 2nd year I had mainly had 2 friends Cassie and Jordan... Cassie was an over bearing bossy brat... a single child... Jordan was just different, she loved horses... Was obsessed... I still wasn't making the cut... Still getting bad grades, bad report cards... I was a freak, someone to laugh at... The girl who got put back... I'd go to the bathroom sometimes and just cry... cry cause I let my parents down... Cry cause I let Myself down.... Cried cause I hated how I heard whispers every time I saw someone form my short-lived 6th grade class.... They wouldn't let me forget it... My mom was paying good money for this school and I was flunking... After 3 years she took me out... And I was once again introduced back into the public school by my house... Jr. High...7th and 8th... I thought I'd finally get away from the whispering and the stares and have a new start... I was wrong... My first day of school I found out to my horror that I knew allot of the kids from the 8th grade year... My old class mates.... I tried to Ignore it... The stares I was getting the whispers... Pretended I was imagining it... But they wouldn't let me either... a girl walks up to me... Sara... a gorgeous, popular girl and says "your Bonnie right? You were in my class, why are you in 7th grade?" she was mocking me... I almost broke down and cried right there... But I put on a brave face and said that I went to am advanced private school and that I was placed in a lower grade... So she says " you mean put-back, right?" I nod... Not knowing what to say... Not able to say anything else with out crying... She laughs and walks off whispering to her blonde companion... From them on I knew I was NEVER going to be known as anything else but "the-girl-that-got-put-back"... And I would have been right... I tried to get into the 7th grade "popular" group... But they were just waiting for me to mess up I did... I always do... The one thing I couldn't handle was the lunch room... I was afaid of the lunch room... Really I was terrified... It sounds funny... Don't you think?... But its true... So allot of the time I would go to the bathroom and eat my lunch in a stall... It sounds like something out of a movie right?... Well I did... And as I had for so long I just sat and cried in the bathroom... Because I'd never get away from it all... Because I let down myself... My parents... I was sick of it all... I was sick of being scared... Of letting them label me...  So after I couldn't get into the "popular group" the only other choices I had were the nerds or the goths.... I hated the nerd group... They all annoyed me.... The goths... They were... My way out of the label "the-girl-who-got-put-back"... So I started to hang with them and got into things I wish I hadn't but I was SO sick of this... Of life... I started cutting myself... It was.... It was like a physical pain made my emotional pain seem less... I don't know... I was still flunking... But I didn't care anymore... But truly I did.... But I could at least pretend I didn't now... My report cards always had  red ink telling my parents... I wasn't participating... My parents would yell at me... At each other... It was tarring me up... I cut myself more and more as the year progressed... Kept getting into things I couldn't have... One day I forgot to cover up my badly cut-up arm from my mom... She saw it... And the look she gave me... I had yet again let her down in a major way... I don't really know what she said or what happened... I know my parents talked to me... But I don't know if I really heard... They took me to a psychologist... I had been to one before but not for something like this... I don't really remember that either but... I ended up on prozact... a depression drug... I slowly made my dosage to a little more that 50mg... That's about as much as a average male would take... And I guess it helped... a little... But I still was in the Goth group... In the last months of my 7th grade year I was dressing normally and acting like a average mad public schooler... Still flunking... At the end of 7th grade year my mom told me I wasn't going to go here next year... I wasn't really surprised... I was surprised when she said she was homeschooling me... But at that point... I would have agreed to almost anything.... Just as long as I didn't have to go to that school anymore... On a slight tangent... During 7th grade... In the middle of it when all this stuff was going down... The one place I felt... Well safe.. Was church... The ONLY place I was happy... I had a big group of "friends" .... It was a weird set up... But it all fell apart at the seams... I had 2 close friends out of the group Meg and Rae... And I found out Meg didn't think to highly of me... At all... It was... Too much... I found out though Rae because Meg was telling all my friends what she really thought about me... And Rae was the only person who cared enough about me to tell me what was going on... The only one who told me what was being said about me... You know what I did... I went to the girls bathroom... And you guessed it I cried... And cried... And cried.... My whole world was coming down around me... Rae, because she stuck up for me, went down with my ship... The group disowned us... Meg kept trying to apologize... But I have a stubborn pride... And I couldn't be friends with someone who thought so lowly of me... The reality of it is that When No One else believed in me, when no One else stuck up for me... Rae did... And if she hadn't... I wouldn't Be alive today... I know that sounds dramatic... But ... It's true... I would have ki11ed myself... I was sick of it all.... And losing my friends... Would have been the thing to but me off the edge... I want you to grip the reality of this... Just because ONE person believed in me and helped me I'm still ALIVE... Rae saved my life... One person.... One choice changed the course of my life.... ONE choice YOU make can make a difference in their life...... Don't say I'm being dramatic and that really I would have made it... Or one thing you do won't change anything... Because it just ISN't true.... So a combo. Of My friendship with Rae and being homeschooled got me off prozact and I started to finally be something.... I've been home-schooling for about 2 years now and I'm finally getting good grades... I'm finally seeing that there's MORE to me... That I AM beautiful... Cause I never believed it... Rae Is My best friend... I think she always will be... And I'm so happy that God Gave me her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***NOTE: As this is all in the past, I have forgiven Meg for any pain she has caused me, and we have moved on.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113806539063159863?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113806539063159863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113806539063159863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113806539063159863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113806539063159863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/quoting-myself-how-ironic.html' title='Quoting Myself how Ironic...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113805781080198810</id><published>2006-01-23T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:17:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day I enjoyed being ungrounded. I got to go to 11:15 service at church and see all my friends... I get there and walk up to Caitlyn and Rae, and they say Hi, then Rae's all like "do you know someone named Katie from ccs?" and I said I did and she says well she was at that thing I was last night and she just randomly said 'Do you know someone named Bonnie B? Well she's a s1ut.' .... ahhh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HELLO?!&lt;/span&gt; I was the nobody in the corner when I went to that school!!! grrr so I stomped off... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to get to the girls bathroom (my haven) but I sware &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was in my way *sigh* but I got there and Rae was after me and She told me how she and the other girls chewed her out... (which, may I add, I don't know if I completely believe... I believe she did but  *grinz* Don't Mind Me... I have a morbid view of myself... And have a hard time believing that people stick up for me or belive in me....) So I left the bathroom and talked to a few other people before church started and after I talked to a few more people, then Rae, Caitlyn and I wandered off and then Caitlyn left... Then Rae and I bumped into Andrew and followed him around ... Until we followed him to where they have the pop machine and we bought pop.... Then we had Daddy (aka Rae's dad, Ben) drive us to the outdoor mall thing  with the movies near the church and looked at shops, tried on stuff, messed around and then went to the movies ... Rae bought a large popcorn, a big kit-kat, some sour stuff and peanut-butter pieces for us, then we saw Tristan and Isolde...  Which was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; good movie... I cried... But that doesn't say much, I cried at king Kong... *grin* but after that I had to change because as I had known ahead of time there was no way I could have walked very much farther in my swexy boots and skirt... So I went to the bathroom and put on my sweats and running shoes I had brought with me and we walked back to the church... We got there and we were put straight to work... We ended up babysitting 8 kids... Ages 11 months to 11 years... We were supposed to have 6, and the youngest was supposed to be 3... The varying ages made it hard crowd to please... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; tiring... We watched Veggie tales, made sure the baby didn't put legos into her mouth and poured lots of drinks... That finally ended at 7:00 and me and Rae cleaned the room and Ben took us to Rae's where my mom picked me up... And I went home and watched T.V. till 11:30... Then I took a shower and went to bed sometime after 12:00.... I was really tired... Surprised I managed to stay up as late as I did....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113805781080198810?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113805781080198810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113805781080198810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113805781080198810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113805781080198810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday....'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113763602558828227</id><published>2006-01-18T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:14:21.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Compatible are You with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" border="0" cellspacing="0" width="270"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt; &lt;span font="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; SimilarMinds.com Compatibility Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Rae's match with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Bonnie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;they're 66% similar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And they're 67% complementary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/cgi-bin/match.pl?compare=Lovemeeifyoudare@msn.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Compatible are You with me? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/match/"&gt;How Compatible are You and Your&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113763602558828227?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113763602558828227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113763602558828227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113763602558828227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113763602558828227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-compatible-are-you-with-me.html' title='How Compatible are You with me?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113752596003777658</id><published>2006-01-17T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:26:00.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modeling...</title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday I was at the mall with my mom and brother. We went to Zumez to get Connor some new shoes... I sware I thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was bad, we were there over 2 hours looking. I was really bored... So I just wandered around the store thinking... (and if you don't know, when I think I get this pouty look on my face) but there I was standing there... Majorly spacing-out and some lady comes up to me, she was a Modeling Scout. (and Yes I have been approached by them before... It wasn't really a new thing... But I donno) She said I "have really good look for modeling" *rolls eyes* and then she hands me her card and says I should give them a call *yawn* and leaves.  Not new, the only think that was new was me, I started to think about what it would be like to actually take them up on it. And yes I know, in this business it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;takes&lt;/span&gt; money to make money But... I couldn't help wondering... Can't help wondering... But yah know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehehe here's their &lt;a href="http://www.modemodels.com/"&gt;Web-site&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113752596003777658?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113752596003777658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113752596003777658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113752596003777658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113752596003777658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/modeling.html' title='Modeling...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113693117506427269</id><published>2006-01-10T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:38:06.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;New Points&lt; Im gonna keep adding more until its done so if you like my life story keep checking in and comment (plez) if not then ignore it :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to skip most of it up until Christmas eve. Christmas eve My family and I went to the Christmas eve service at the earliest service, because we were going downtown later that night to meet some relatives at some fancy restaurant. So, there I was sitting in the front row (like always when I go to my parents service) and we were early and I was bored So I said Hi to a few people I knew and sat back down still very bored. I turned around a recongnised the boy that was sitting directly behind me, So being as bored as I was I.. Well listed-in to what him and (I was assuming) his family were saying. I found out that John (the boys name) now went to a military Boarding school in Texas (though I had remembered him going to L.O.) and some other non- interesting things but after a while the service started and I endured the weirdness of  the service... It wasn't bad really... Just different. Then I really had to go to the bathroom at a really odd part of the service (there was some girl doing some ballet like dancing... It was really interesting...) so I left for the bathroom. When I came out I saw John at the drinking fountain. And I guess I said something along the lines of "so military school, huh?" and so we walked back to service and said a few things along the way. SO yah I endured the rest of the service and then a guy I also recongnised that had sat across the way came and said Hi to me, after he left I turned to get my stuff (and yes I was looking around to see if John was still there, I didn't see him) so I got my stuff, put on my coat and looked up to see John standing there. He ended up asking for my number, I gave it to him. Later that night he called and asked if I wanted to go to the movies with him the day after Christmas, I (knowing I had nothing better to do) said I'd love to. A little while later me and my family headed downtown to some fancy restaurant that I didn't like. And sat there smiling and nodding and whatever else they required of me. (yawn) But the meal ended up being like a little under $300 for the 6 of us 0.0. So that ended after a reeeealy loooong tiiime. And The next day was Christmas and the was fun (duh) and the next day I went to the movies with John, we saw King Kong. It was really good! I cried (so embarrassing!! O well) ((((((to be continued.... Cause I'm lazy))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so yaah... Went to the movies. And he walked me home and met my parents. OK so this for me was weird... For one I don't GO on dates with guys... Not really anyways... And this WAS a date and for two I had NEVER EVER introduced any guys to my parents, well that I could help. It was fine but... Weird. So after he left I was still kinda dazed... Ok maybe more than a little but hey. So yaah I go to my room and think and whatever. I don't really remember when he called me next but he did and I said I would met him another time. But that never worked cause I ended up going to Rae's House because I wanted to go shopping with her. So my mom picked her up... And we left her house... Ran into traffic... Mom then says "there's too much traffic, Lets just take Rae Back Home"... Me and Rae "NO WAY"... Mom dose it anyways... pfft we were not happy! So we asked my mom if I could just sleep-over at her house and I could go home with her on Thursday after church... My mom said yes... Her mom said Yes... I was in. So I ended up staying at her house for 3 days and we made plans for her to come to my place for 3 days too, cause I was hosting a NYE party at my house and needed her help prepping. So yaaah me and Rae hung-out and whatever and I remembered I had a date with John (oops) I called my cell (which my brother had) and asked Connor if anyone had called for me... John had and Conner had told him I was going to be at Rae's for till Thursday. *sigh* so MY BROTHER had cancelled on MY date... (cue me screaming heh) so I asked my brother to give me his number (which was on my phone) and some other numbers I had to call to see if they could come to my party or not. SO I called John and apologized and said I had not planned this and said I'd have to call him later to reschedule... He didn't sound too happy but I had no other choice at that point so.... I moved on (haha) me and Rae did the usual mischief and stayed up late woke up... Late *laughs* then it was Thursday and we went to church and then went to my house and hung-out there too. I called John at some point too inviting him to my New Years Eve Party. Meanwhile Rae and I... or rather I was putting off party plans cause well... I'm a procrastinator... I know its shocking haha oooooor not. So yahh then it comes down to like 5 or 6 hours till the party and Rachel (of course) takes command and put me into gear so we start to decorate and whatever and then we remember we also need to get food (cause my mom bailed out on me) and get movies to watch AND get ready (cause I was still in my PJ's) So we took it up a notch and did all the things we NEEDED to do before me left to get the food and such at the store. At the Store Rae (because I was broke LIKE ALWAYS) spent around $40 on food and whatever. We were seriously booking it cause we had to walk (run) back home with all the stuff we bought (which may I add was heavy, or maybe I'm just a wimp) then we checked out two movies: Dark Water and Alexander )both of which Rae picked out FYI. *grinz* Love you Rae)(P.S.-DON'T RENT ALEXANDER I SWARE ITS A G@Y P0RN-0 MOVIE!!! LITERALLY *deep breaths* anywho) so yeah we got what we needed (which basically was 4 piazzas, 2 bags of chips, 2 packs of oreo's,2 packs of assorted candy and two 12-pack sodas) and carried that about half a mile back to my house (on about 3 hours of sleep). SO we got home in one piece with all the stuff and had enff time to set up and get the rest of the way ready. After a while Jeremy and Nick showed up, then a while later John showed up and a long while after that James and Sean showed up. (yes I had invited girls to my party... But I don't know many girls and the few I DO know and can tolerate were either busy or just hate me *grinz*) So yaah there we all were at my party... Talking and such, it was really fun just chilling with my friends! Most of the party is kinda blurry for me cause for one I was tired and two... It was a while ago... (or maybe just seems like it cause SOO much has happened) but I'll give you the gist of it... People talked, watched the movie, we played hide and seek tag in the dark... Some ppl went down to the store and Got energy drinks (yummy) and at one point Mike (AKA stalker Mike (( he is named this because he called me 72 time in 3 days... And those were my MISSED calls...)) he earned his name) stopped by (he had also stopped by earlier before my party too to BEG me to go out with him... *shudder*) and he was being his normal creepy self so just so he got the hint I started like REALLY flirting with John and calling him My Boyfriend and whatever so that mike would leave me ALONE!! He got the hint... *grinz* Rae (the whole time he was there) really wanted to hit him, but she didn't sadly. So yeah then mike left and we all were chilling again. And Before I knew it, it was 11:50 (almost midnight) and I made them stop there (creepy) movie and we all counted down and made LOTS of noise and confettie and I... I got my midnight Kiss (with John) outside the backdoor *grinz* That was the first time I got to do that before VERY fun... But then James decided to tell everyone what exacly their host was doing (thanks SOO much James hahaha) So yeah the party was winding down cause everyone had to leave at 1:00-ish... So after the party the place was A MESS... But me and Rae we just Went to bed it was around 2:00 then and we had stayed up pretty late for 6 days now so yaaah we slept pretty well!! (((To be Continued.... Cause... I'm busy))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to sleep till 9:30 cause we had to get up and get ready for church at 11:15. We were SOO tired but we managed to get ready and look... Well pretty hott (well Rae at least *grinz*) So we go to Church and I had told John he had to come because... He did haha and so he was there and  we found Caitlyn and low and behold Lauren was with her (I hadn't seen or talked to that girl for... A really long time!) so we talked and found seats I ended-up at the end of the row with John to my left and then Rae and then Lauren and then Caitlyn. Service started and Megan showed up and squeezed in somewhere... And so yaah that was entertaining after the singing there was the sermon and I ended up drawing on Johns hand cause... I wanted to? (Its actually easier for me to pay attention If IM DOING something rather than sitting there listening.) but anyways that ended and We all talked by the front for a while.. And I was being weird like always and Caitlyn, Megan and Lauren smelled John cause I said He smelled REALLY good... He did, they agreed and I don't think John Minded a bunch of girls smelling him anyways. haha. So I remembered (after parting with Lauren and Caitlyn) that I had to clean the garage all by myself today when I got home :((( So I, decided to complain (what a shocker) and John Offered to help me clean it up (cause he's sweet like that) and I said I'd love him too but I'd have to ask my mother (who may I add, had a hangover from her NYE party cause my moms a two beer queer hahaha) and So then he had to leave and he said he'd call later to see if he could come over and help. And So it was just Megan, Rae and I. And I had to get to my car before my mom got mad so they walked me to my car and I said good-bye to the both of them. And drove off to pick up my dad who was doing a church related obligation. So we get there and my cell rings and its John asking if He could help. So I ask my mom (at this point also-known-as: scary hangover lady. hehehe?) and she said no for some-such reason... So I told John that my mom was being S.H.L. and that we should meet later, and that I'd call him after I was done cleaning the party mess.&lt;br /&gt;(((((OMG To be continued... Cause it is a really long story!!!)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home and start to clean the garage (which was REALLY scary in daylight!!!) and I figured out how tired I was... I was REALLY tired but I got over it. haha. So I cleans the garage, it took about 45 min.s ... Not too bad but boring! So Then I call John and ask him If he would meet me down at the park across the street from my house. He agreed. So I put on my new running outfit I got for Christmas and tell my mom I'm going running (yes that was a white lie... But COME ON!) so I take my Ipod and cell phone and make my way to the park to meet John (who at this point I really liked). He got there and We walked a little bit then my cell Phone rings... It was my mom asking if I was, in fact meeting John there (cause as you remember I had asked her If I could see if and she said no... She knows me TOO WELL and knows I don't respond to the word no I find my way around it) I of course said No I was not meeting him I was running and I said Connor (my little brother) was here with me, so she asked to talk to him... *sigh* so I call my brother and ask him to talk to mom and tell her He would check up on me and whatever. He said he would. So he called my mom and Connor called back asking me if I was meeting John, I had to tell him the truth or he would bug me the whole time so I said I was. He asked to talk to him... I let him...(earlier at my party John had said he didn't want him Xbox and ever sense then Connor had bugged him about it.) Connor bribed John saying he wouldn't tell if he gave him the Xbox. John said he would... (argggg) so everything was set. But I wasn't very happy about the xbox. But we ended up the trails and talking it was really nice, and so that lasted about 30 min.s then I sat down on some bench and we talked a bit more... But talk somehow turned into kissing (can I say one thing about that? He's a really good kisser! Drives me insane. haha) so then my cell rings again... (cue me throwing my cell in to the river!!! *sigh) I answered it and It was my dad (uh-oh) he asked me where I was I said I was almost at the bridge he said he would give me a ride home... I said I was gonna run  back it was the whole point of running!! So he said ok... But I knew he would still wait in his car to see if I left alone... So I kissed John one more time and said I had to go... He complained... I laughed.. Kissed him again and got up and told him I had to, and told him he had to wait a while before he left. He said he'd walk a little while the other way then leave. So I hugged him and took off jogging (haha) and when I Jogged by the parking lot I saw my dads car (duh) and kept going then looked back and (as I knew he would be doing) he was still there. But after about a minute he started to drive back home. And that's how I made my great escape... For nothing (you'll find out later) ((((((to be continued cause my hands HURT!!!))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113693117506427269?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113693117506427269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113693117506427269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113693117506427269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113693117506427269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-points-im-gonna-keep-adding-more.html' title='&gt;New Points&lt; Im gonna keep adding more until its done so if you like my life story keep checking in and comment (plez) if not then ignore it :('/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113538678126883599</id><published>2005-12-23T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:22:22.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless</title><content type='html'>Dreams haunt me with THIS&lt;br /&gt;cant get these things outta my head&lt;br /&gt;wishing for a love I know I cant have&lt;br /&gt;every breath I take is laced with pain&lt;br /&gt;every mistake I make is another bullet to my heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I take the steps I'm making&lt;br /&gt;I look back at my path and see my destruction&lt;br /&gt;it pains me more than I thought it would&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry out to make some sense of it all&lt;br /&gt;but I know I can't, it won't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gun pointed at my head, a sword to my heart&lt;br /&gt;yet they don't strike me with the killing blow I think I need&lt;br /&gt;they stay there and taunt me with their power&lt;br /&gt;So I keep on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming, so outta control&lt;br /&gt;everything always happens too fast for me to react&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say it all, and have it have no meaning&lt;br /&gt;but everything has its price, that must be payed&lt;br /&gt;playing with my fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me your hand pull me out of my game&lt;br /&gt;given my hand to so many, only to pull them down with me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't keep, who I'll only condemn&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep playing my games of fire and destruction&lt;br /&gt;maybe only because I've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gun pointed at my head, a sword to my heart&lt;br /&gt;yet they don't strike me with the killing blow I think I need&lt;br /&gt;they stay there and taunt me with their power&lt;br /&gt;So I keep on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113538678126883599?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113538678126883599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113538678126883599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113522900277759280?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113522900277759280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113522900277759280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113522900277759280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113522900277759280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-me-me.html' title='Me ME ME'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113356274116774101</id><published>2005-12-02T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:32:21.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUSE IM STILL BROKEN</title><content type='html'>THEY SAY EVERYTHING IS BLACK AND WHITE&lt;br /&gt;BUT ALL I SEEM TO SEE IS GRAY&lt;br /&gt;NOTHINGS RIGHT, IT'S ALL A MISTAKE&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GETS HARDER, HEARTBEATS SLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I'M DOING IT ALL WRONG&lt;br /&gt;PRETENDING I'M STILL STRONG&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY JUST NEED TO HEAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP BREAKING&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M NEVER REALLY FIXED&lt;br /&gt;HEARTBEATS FAST CAN'T SEEM TO LEAVE IT ALL IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I'M WRONG, I KNOW I'M HEADSTRONG&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS, O GOD IT HURTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE I'M STILL BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;DEEP DOWN INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE MAKES ME MAD&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING MAKES ME SAD&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GETS HARDER WITH EVERY STEP I'M TAKING&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW THE MISTAKES I'M MAKING&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M STILL BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;TAKING A BULLET TO THE HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA CLOSE MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;WISH ALL MY PAIN AWAY&lt;br /&gt;BUT I KNOW MY DEMONS WILL STAY&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I CAN'T SAY THEY'RE ARE WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PAST HELP, PAST KNOWING&lt;br /&gt;PRETENDING MAY COST MORE THEN ITS WORTH&lt;br /&gt;I'M TRYING, ON THIS LITTLE PLACE CALLED EARTH&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S NOT GOING AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP BREAKING&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M NEVER REALLY FIXED&lt;br /&gt;HEARTBEATS FAST CAN'T SEEM TO LEAVE IT ALL IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I'M WRONG, I KNOW I'M HEADSTRONG&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS, O GOD IT REALLY HURTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE I'M STILL BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;DEEP DOWN INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE MAKES ME MAD&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING MAKES ME SAD&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GETS HARDER WITH EVERY STEP I'M TAKING&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW THE MISTAKES I'M MAKING&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M STILL BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;TAKING A BULLET TO THE HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE I'M STILL BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;DEEP DOWN INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE MAKES ME MAD&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING MAKES ME SAD&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I'M STILL BROKEN&lt;br /&gt;TAKING BULLETS TO THE HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113356274116774101?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-113166976826800139</id><published>2005-11-10T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T16:45:21.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Of The Author... ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/100_1026.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/100_1026.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113166976826800139?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113166976826800139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113166976826800139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113166976826800139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113166976826800139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-of-author-me.html' title='A Picture Of The Author... ME!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113157421784008424</id><published>2005-11-09T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:51:07.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twisted Thoughts Of Bonnie... Scary.</title><content type='html'>(topic #1)&lt;br /&gt;You know what's ironic? We ALL think that our life is the worst... But you know what? ALL our lives are the worst... For us... What one person could handle (however badly) another person would fail miserably at... But we don't need to focus on only the bad... Which is what most of us do... do you know why? Cause its that's the easy way out... To feel sorry for yourself and get depressed and screw yourself over... That's EASY... It hurts like he11 but its easy... the hard part is being as happy as you can be a messed up ,crazy world... Im not saying pretending your happy, when your not is ok... Cause that is NOT ok... It'll hurt you more then its worth, later... We have to somehow know that everything isn't ok but... Also be happy... And trust me it'll be HARD... But that's why life it worth it... the challenges and the glimpse of love, kindness, and happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(topic #2)&lt;br /&gt;you know those scary looking ppl who hang out at hot topic? And those skinny blonds that hang out at A and F? And those "sk8ters" with their pants down to their knees? &lt;br /&gt;and those nerdy ppl who... Well hang out at home? They all act totally different, right? Wrong. Yes, the goths acted depressed and drugged up. The preps act dumb and overly happy. the sk8ters act dumb and dangerous. And the nerds act... Nerdy. But really most of that is just that an ACT. I know its not always like that but really most of it IS an act... Mm maybe a better way of explaining it would be to use myself... Okay when I started 7th grade I really was myself, acting the way I would anywhere... But in Jr. High I soon learned that, that didn't work... So I had to ACT a certain way to impress the group I wanted to hang with... And Most all of us do that... And after a while we conform ourselves...We forget who we were before we stared play ACTING... And then guess what... YOU ARE WHAT YOU PRETEND TO BE.... And you then lose all of your originality and you'll try to create some... Which works... I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113157421784008424?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113157421784008424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113157421784008424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113157421784008424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113157421784008424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/11/twisted-thoughts-of-bonnie-scary.html' title='The Twisted Thoughts Of Bonnie... Scary.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113156207595107186</id><published>2005-11-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:08:08.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILL SMITH THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/star19WillSmithnetti2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/star19WillSmithnetti2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/af%20will%20smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/af%20will%20smith.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/WillSmith2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/WillSmith2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113156207595107186?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113156207595107186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113156207595107186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113156207595107186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113156207595107186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/11/will-smith-sexiest-man-alive.html' title='WILL SMITH THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE!!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113141983632942204</id><published>2005-11-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:26:15.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt; UpDaTe &gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd post 'cause the last 3 or 4 posts were poems and... Yeah so I've been hanging out with Rae (like always heh) and There was Halloween and if you don't know I was a football player... And then there was my moms Birthday on the 4th of November and we went to Bridgeport Mall with my family. But I've basically been keeping to myself... I've been going to church on Thursdays now, which is kool. And I'm like a lil' annoyed with like ALL of my friends *grinz* not you of course... heh and I'm really excited for this weekend!! Its the Fall Retreat! And there's gonna be paint-balling so... I'm happy about that... Even though I suck at paint-balling... But I'll have fun *grin* and... I'm really hoping that I can get some major things off my chest this weekend... heh I kinda have a lot on my mind... And no its nothing I really wanna share *grin* but yeah... Um the only other interesting thing I can think of now is that I've noticed that like all but like 3 of my friends or My "friends" are guys... And I think that has something to do with the fact that I'm a total flirt and something to do with the fact of me not really getting along with girls.... I just don't... I always end-up getting attacked... *laughs to self* its funny...kinda heh but now I guess I have a girl issue and a my-guy-friends-dont-think-their-just-my-friend issue... &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm socially exempt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113141983632942204?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113141983632942204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113141983632942204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113141983632942204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/113141983632942204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt; UpDaTe &gt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-113140992930001912</id><published>2005-11-07T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:52:49.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*--------------------* All I Know *--------------------*</title><content type='html'>Every time I try and hold back these tears&lt;br /&gt;it seems that all that's left are my fears&lt;br /&gt;this smile, stapled on hurts me&lt;br /&gt;hurting me, like nothing else can, can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounding in my  ears, flowing through my veins &lt;br /&gt;Music, seems to drown out all of my hidden pains&lt;br /&gt;But I can still hear it, the screaming that separates me&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts, and still no one can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step back, look around&lt;br /&gt;change is what I need &lt;br /&gt;Re-shape what is me&lt;br /&gt;But what will be the fee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Answers, No view&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, my life is askew&lt;br /&gt;There will be no surrender&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm no pretender&lt;br /&gt;And I won't watch my world crumble&lt;br /&gt;Just because I stumbled&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers, No View&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, this is an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid to close my eyes, to seep, to dream&lt;br /&gt;It's another day lost another day forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I'm on breakdown mode but I've put it on pause&lt;br /&gt;My Life can't be so much of a lost cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many lessons I've forgotten to learn&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say to me seems to burn&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is in knots, that never come undone&lt;br /&gt;But this fight is far from done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step back, look around&lt;br /&gt;change is what I need &lt;br /&gt;Re-shape what is me&lt;br /&gt;But what will be the fee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Answers, No view&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, my life is askew&lt;br /&gt;There will be no surrender&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm no pretender&lt;br /&gt;And I won't watch my world crumble&lt;br /&gt;Just because I stumbled&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers, No View&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, this is an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I still have lots to lose, to learn&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna close my eyes and hope&lt;br /&gt;that maybe this crumpled up paper can be perfect again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Answers, No view&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, my life is askew&lt;br /&gt;There will be no surrender&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm no pretender&lt;br /&gt;And I won't watch my world crumble&lt;br /&gt;Just because I stumbled&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers, No View&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, this is an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IS an Issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113140992930001912?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113140992930001912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=113140992930001912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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up&lt;br /&gt;my mind is on a roll, it's not listening&lt;br /&gt;my world keeps getting twisted&lt;br /&gt;I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop my mind working overtime&lt;br /&gt;driving me insane with fear&lt;br /&gt;It's becoming my worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;One minute I am fine&lt;br /&gt;The next I've lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Who's the dumbest of them all&lt;br /&gt;getting all caught up in my own lies&lt;br /&gt;my life is not a fairytale to make&lt;br /&gt;hurting myself with every twist, every stake&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Who's the fakest of the all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurities keep on growing&lt;br /&gt;Pain, Sadness and anger calling&lt;br /&gt;Panic sets in &lt;br /&gt;wanting to give in&lt;br /&gt;To make this story worth reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screaming to make the sound of pain fade&lt;br /&gt;laughing to make it look all ok&lt;br /&gt;You think I've got it&lt;br /&gt;I'll write it in&lt;br /&gt;lies upon lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Who's the dumbest of them all&lt;br /&gt;getting all caught up in my own lies&lt;br /&gt;my life is not a fairytale to make&lt;br /&gt;hurting myself with every twist, every stake&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Who's the fakest of the all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-113018853812854410?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/113018853812854410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>*.._.-._.-The breaking of a broken heart-._.-._..*</title><content type='html'>Why do I cry&lt;br /&gt;cry to the heavens &lt;br /&gt;thought I think no one hears&lt;br /&gt;why dose it hurt&lt;br /&gt;when the result would have been the same&lt;br /&gt;The breaking of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;the tearing of the torn&lt;br /&gt;every tear I cry&lt;br /&gt;every word I scream&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to get away from it all&lt;br /&gt;d@mmit you broke me&lt;br /&gt;after taking what I gave you&lt;br /&gt;now I'm left with contempt for myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm left behind once again&lt;br /&gt;The breaking of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;the tearing of the torn&lt;br /&gt;mistakes made not once but twice&lt;br /&gt;are like a vice&lt;br /&gt;and it'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;never let be be what I was to be&lt;br /&gt;The breaking of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;the tearing of the torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112917756784334392?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112917756784334392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112917756784334392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112917756784334392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112917756784334392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/10/breaking-of-broken-heart.html' title='*.._.-._.-The breaking of a broken heart-._.-._..*'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112905697623329511</id><published>2005-10-11T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:58:36.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.._.-._Just_.-._..</title><content type='html'>Thought I had it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I knew I didn't&lt;br /&gt;So many things I wish I hadn't done&lt;br /&gt;But all I could think of was the fun&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use me, leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;abuse me, there's nothing left to find&lt;br /&gt;another girl forgotten&lt;br /&gt;another nothing left behind&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do then &lt;br /&gt;with trouble just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;what's left to fight for&lt;br /&gt;when your left crawling on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just another Girl&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me to die&lt;br /&gt;Just cry&lt;br /&gt;Just cry like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend this isn't happening&lt;br /&gt;Just Pretend you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Just another nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna learn&lt;br /&gt;that's none of your concern&lt;br /&gt;d@mn him for treating me like...&lt;br /&gt;what I really am&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drown myself in music&lt;br /&gt;Drown myself in pity&lt;br /&gt;that will get me no where&lt;br /&gt;done it before&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do then &lt;br /&gt;with trouble just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;what's left to fight for&lt;br /&gt;when your left crawling on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just another Girl&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me to die&lt;br /&gt;Just cry&lt;br /&gt;Just cry like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend this isn't happening&lt;br /&gt;Just Pretend you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Just another nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend like I've got it&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend I think I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend like I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend like I'm that girl&lt;br /&gt;The girl I used to be before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do then &lt;br /&gt;with trouble just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;what's left to fight for&lt;br /&gt;when your left crawling on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just another Girl&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me to die&lt;br /&gt;Just cry&lt;br /&gt;Just cry like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend this isn't happening&lt;br /&gt;Just Pretend you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Just another nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just another girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112905697623329511?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112905697623329511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112905697623329511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112905697623329511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112905697623329511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/10/just.html' title='.._.-._Just_.-._..'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112905271064685485</id><published>2005-10-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:46:47.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been doing</title><content type='html'>Ok. Well... I went to Rae's house and we hung out and watched movies all day/ morning *grinz* and then I went to church with her and after church I went to the mall with my family... Don't EVER do that... It doesn't work. But the thing that did work is that I got some new pants (wee) and so after the mall I went home and then my mom wanted me to go with her to get some yarn so that we could start knitting again (I feel so old) and then I started knitting my scarf... Then I was reading.... And I stayed up most of the night... Doing my bedtime ritual *sigh*... Then On Monday I was just lounging and whatever and then I went out (after making myself all purty *grin*) and went to the library. There I talked to a guy I knew from school, and yeah. Then I walked home and thought about stuff... Got home. Had a few phone calls. Had to get off cause my parents were hardcore fighting (wee *sarcastic*) and my mom told me to go find my dad... Who had taken off to go smoke (found that out later) and I didn't find him and my brother was being dumb... And my mom was... pfft who wants to know this... O well the night ended.. Finally and I did the same thing I did the night before and fell asleep eventually. And today's, today and I'm going to have to do today's and yesterdays work...Great... TTYL. LYL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112905271064685485?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112905271064685485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112905271064685485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112905271064685485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112905271064685485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-ive-been-doing.html' title='What I&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112846269171166090</id><published>2005-10-04T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:51:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The All-Nighter</title><content type='html'>The All-Nighter was sooooooo much fun.... kinda creepy at times but fun. Before the all nighter I was at Rae's House for a few hours and I had bought (for the All-Nighter) 3 energy drinks: 2 Amp's and one Sobe Adrenaline (their were no Balws at the Fred Myers I was at)  and some candy. While at Rae's, we went and  I bought more candy and A Bawls! *grinz* We also  went and saw Elizabeth at Subways... hehe and she fed us! Then we went to the church for the ALL-Nighter and after checking in and stuff got on a bus and went to Safari Sam's (its an Arcade place that would be REALLY lame if it wasn't with my friends.), then after they told us the "Rules", we were let loose! Besides the video games there was a mini-Golf thing and a Jungle gym thing (that I got lost in TOO many times) they trurned off the lights and turned on the Black light so everything look REALLY cool. While I was "lisening" to the rules I was introduced to joshes (Josh AKA: creepy stalker of me and caitlyn from camp) friends ... something like brenden and Bobby or something (they were twins). And the 1st thing I think I did was play Air hockey with one of the two twins...But I donno which... They don't look alike, I'm just REALLY bad with names... But the point is... I won... Twice!!! *grins* after that was kinda hazy for me... Cause' I drank all 4 of my energy drinks in less then... Err 3 min? But anywho I know the basics... I got lost in the jungle gym thing like a million times, played some video games, bashed Gordon, "played' mini golf while attacking ppl with the glow-ee stuff I had bought at freddy's, and...and talking I guess... It was sooooo fun... Oooo and at around 2:00 a.m. the jungle gym thing turned into a "lovers nest" (*shudderz*) I stayed outta there after that! And at around 3:30 a.m. (-ish) we left on 2 separate busses one went back to church for something I really don't know what and the Other (the one I was on) went to the middle of no where for a game in the dark. The game was there were 4 teams and each team was to find glow sticks  2 of each color. And everyone had a sock filled with white prouder (to mark if you were out of not) it was... entertaining in the least! So after 2 games of that at around 5:30 a.m. we left and drove back to the church. There we hung out till I think 6:15-ish then they fed ppl (I didn't eat) and then we played some other dumb game... *mutters under breath* Red Buffer Robo bracelet... *shakes head* anyways... Then it was 7:00 am and time to go home.... Or in my case Back to Rae's house... Where I fell on to her bed and fell asleep instantly... hehe and slep till 1:00 p.m. and ate and fell back asleep and woke up again at 4:00 pm -ish and went back to sleep, then at 6:00 p.m. I was done sleeping so I woke Rae up and we did stuff... And yeah I'm done typing my hands hurt... LYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112846269171166090?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112846269171166090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112846269171166090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112846269171166090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112846269171166090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-nighter.html' title='The All-Nighter'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-112776086044632443</id><published>2005-09-26T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:02:51.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/423699-111393017922088.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/400/423699-111393017922088.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with no where to go&lt;br /&gt;stuck with nothing to show&lt;br /&gt;don't know how I thought life would be&lt;br /&gt;but its not what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave it all away&lt;br /&gt;don't think I'm gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for something&lt;br /&gt;don't know what I'm so post to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I seem to do  &lt;br /&gt;everything they expect of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting all I Touch&lt;br /&gt;disappointing all I know&lt;br /&gt;never good enough&lt;br /&gt;never on the right side&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of doing&lt;br /&gt;is run and hide&lt;br /&gt;shove another pill down your throat&lt;br /&gt;kill yourself one more time&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you'll stay dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is slipping &lt;br /&gt;my heart is ripping&lt;br /&gt;life just got harder&lt;br /&gt;for me to harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone, with no one to hear&lt;br /&gt;hear as I lose my sanity with every tear&lt;br /&gt;hear as I lose all I had held dear&lt;br /&gt;nothing is clear anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I seem to do  &lt;br /&gt;everything they expect of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting all I Touch&lt;br /&gt;disappointing all I know&lt;br /&gt;never good enough&lt;br /&gt;never on the right side&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of doing&lt;br /&gt;is run and hide&lt;br /&gt;shove another pill down your throat&lt;br /&gt;kill yourself one more time&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you'll stay dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe...You can't die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112776086044632443?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112776086044632443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112776086044632443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112776086044632443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112776086044632443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/mabye.html' title='Mabye...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112769287779581379</id><published>2005-09-25T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:01:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me</title><content type='html'>I cant be that lil' girl you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Can't be that lil' angel for every one to see&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is be who I've always been&lt;br /&gt;is that so much of a sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll laugh, I'll even cry&lt;br /&gt;but there is more to life that you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes are, mine to deal with&lt;br /&gt;why won't you just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;and be who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;let me make my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;just like you got to make yours&lt;br /&gt;let me live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;and be who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;let me make my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;just like you got to make yours&lt;br /&gt;let me live...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112769287779581379?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112769287779581379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112769287779581379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112769287779581379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112769287779581379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-me.html' title='Let me'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112758860294088176</id><published>2005-09-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:03:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Sick...</title><content type='html'>I'm Sick... *sneeze* &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112758860294088176?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112758860294088176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112758860294088176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112758860294088176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112758860294088176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-sick.html' title='Im Sick...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112724079967175013</id><published>2005-09-20T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:22:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/17199-109191360311227.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/400/17199-109191360311227.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore this pain&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but the rain&lt;br /&gt;watching as my life gets more insane&lt;br /&gt;misery rains down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling like someone's always watching&lt;br /&gt;disapproving my every move &lt;br /&gt;why won't anyone approve&lt;br /&gt;approve of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding it harder...&lt;br /&gt;Finding it harder to breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;pretend that your alive&lt;br /&gt;Just keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one likes to be alone&lt;br /&gt;totally and utterly alone&lt;br /&gt;tell me if your there&lt;br /&gt;tell me your more than just air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out where I messed up&lt;br /&gt;and when I became this girl&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding it harder...&lt;br /&gt;Finding it harder to breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;pretend that your alive&lt;br /&gt;Just keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me (breathe)&lt;br /&gt;tell me like you mean it (breathe)&lt;br /&gt;cause' I know too many liars (breath) &lt;br /&gt;and I've been used too many times (breathe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding it harder...&lt;br /&gt;Finding it harder to breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;pretend that your alive&lt;br /&gt;Just keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112724079967175013?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112724079967175013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112724079967175013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112724079967175013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112724079967175013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-keep-breathing.html' title='Just keep breathing'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112715172929546226</id><published>2005-09-19T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:42:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To explain my last post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/344193-110823986122331.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/344193-110823986122331.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...Well yesterday I found out that my mom had read the Journal I had JUST started... There was only one entry but... The entry was.... Eventful... It didn't have much info... But it had just enough for her to know some things I didn't want her to know... The thing that made me so mad was that I had that hidden in my room... Meaning she was going though my room... (*growl*) and the fact that, THAT was the reason I stopped journaling a year ago, her reading it... *cough* excuse me her and my brother... Together. *sigh* O well... I really doesn't matter too much it could have been ALOT worse... (hee hee) But I'm still not very happy with her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112715172929546226?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112715172929546226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112715172929546226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112715172929546226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112715172929546226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-explain-my-last-post.html' title='To explain my last post...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112709958372421475</id><published>2005-09-18T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:13:03.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really F@cking mad.</title><content type='html'>mad mad mad mad mad mad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112709958372421475?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112709958372421475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112709958372421475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112709958372421475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112709958372421475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-really-fcking-mad.html' title='I&apos;m really F@cking mad.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112683598654735282</id><published>2005-09-15T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:59:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEGLECTED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everyone's Neglecting me *cries in corner* (hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112683598654735282?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112683598654735282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112683598654735282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112683598654735282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112683598654735282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/neglected.html' title='NEGLECTED!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112674694881755306</id><published>2005-09-14T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:15:48.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Verses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/openbible.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/openbible.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If your first concern is to look after yourself, you'll never find yourself. But if you forget about yourself and look to me, you'll find both yourself and me” (Matthew 10:39).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Run from anything that stimulates youthful lust. Follow anything that makes you want to do right. Pursue faith and love and peace, and enjoy the companionship of those who call on the Lord with pure hearts” (2 Timothy 2:22).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112674694881755306?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112674694881755306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112674694881755306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112674694881755306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112674694881755306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/bible-verses.html' title='Bible Verses'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112672625416619766</id><published>2005-09-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:38:59.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps on saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/klklklk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/200/klklklk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I catch bits and pieces of conversation&lt;br /&gt;between my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;as they shout at each other&lt;br /&gt;I understand we're in some trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad crashed and totaled his car&lt;br /&gt;and in the process got two tickets&lt;br /&gt;on top of the 3 he already has&lt;br /&gt;he was having his License taken away already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad keeps saying that he's a screw-up, a moron&lt;br /&gt;my mom keeps trying to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;hearing talk of selling our cars&lt;br /&gt;remembering how it used to be kinda like this&lt;br /&gt;before my parents split...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn up my music to drown out the noise&lt;br /&gt;they just get louder&lt;br /&gt;my mom is crying&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on pretending this isn't happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself its all gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;but I can't seem to believe it&lt;br /&gt;mom talks of quitting Motherwise&lt;br /&gt;my dad wont let her, he knows she wanted that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad keeps on saying he's a screw up, a moron&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps trying to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;hearing talk of us kids on our own&lt;br /&gt;remembering how it used to be kinda like this&lt;br /&gt;before my parents split...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yelling stopped&lt;br /&gt;replaced with a constant sobbing&lt;br /&gt;and a slamming of a door&lt;br /&gt;dads gone to cool off, while mom sits and cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything shuts down in me then&lt;br /&gt;every thought, every emotion&lt;br /&gt;I'm on auto-drive&lt;br /&gt;I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad keeps on saying he's a screw up, a moron&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps on trying to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;hearing the silence before the big storm&lt;br /&gt;remembering how it used to be like this&lt;br /&gt;before my parents split...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after my life went bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112672625416619766?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112672625416619766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112672625416619766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112672625416619766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112672625416619766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/keeps-on-saying.html' title='Keeps on saying'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112663668252630100</id><published>2005-09-13T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T11:38:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Has finally caught up with me...</title><content type='html'>*laughs* I started school yesterday *growls at school-ness* *grin* but its not THAT bad... But yeah Mmmmm.... I'm gonna ACTUALLY start working out like hardcore (*grinz*) at 24-hour Fitness and At Home when I can't get to the gym. Cause' I miss my fit bod *cracks up* ok maby not but still... Mostly Im gonna work on like leg work and my tummi...But not my arms I don't want to end-up with guy arms *shudder* its hot for them but baaaaaaad for me! hee hee but lets see if I can actually go though with this... I think I will though... But we'll see... mmm what else.... I'm going to start tennis in like a month or so.... So I get to ware those cute lil white skirts and polo's *rolls eyes* but I've played before it won't be too hard for me to get back into it... weeeeeee I be a tennis prep!!! heh but anyways... I also have some more voice lessons to go to... But I donno when... I WANT CHOIR TO START!!!!!! *pouts* *sigh* well I've got nothing else to say for the moment. LYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112663668252630100?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112663668252630100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112663668252630100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112663668252630100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112663668252630100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-has-finally-caught-up-with-me.html' title='School Has finally caught up with me...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112655923079295708</id><published>2005-09-12T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:16:50.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look How special!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/100_0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/320/100_0964.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee I took that picture today along with some others that I posted on flicker, cause I was bored and hyper and Im home alone for most of today soooo.... PARTAY! *laughs* right then so I woke up a lil' before 8:00 today and went to bed a lil' after 2:00 .... WEEEEEEEEEEe..^.^ Mmmmmm I think I'll call rae bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112655923079295708?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112655923079295708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112655923079295708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112655923079295708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112655923079295708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/look-how-special.html' title='Look How special!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112648611961351425</id><published>2005-09-11T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:34:19.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/1600/gedenken1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1859/689/200/gedenken1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this on the day of September 11 as the planes we're crashing into our twin towers and I thought I would share it with you on its 4th Anniversary... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI: some of it will make NO SCENCE because I was even worse with spelling/grammar then and I can't really read all of what I wrote...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin Towers and America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hussien had a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;trying to change America&lt;br /&gt;that he did&lt;br /&gt;red, white and blue waves swiftly&lt;br /&gt;crashing planes and dying too&lt;br /&gt;with dirty hearts and evil plans&lt;br /&gt;though America still stands &lt;br /&gt;strong and sturdy we are&lt;br /&gt;but we must stay together&lt;br /&gt;If we don't put our trust in God&lt;br /&gt;we will surly be as successful as bin lodin&lt;br /&gt;America  knows that pain can be sudden or slow&lt;br /&gt;for some there is no pain&lt;br /&gt;but for those who are left behind&lt;br /&gt;and others upset by the buildings&lt;br /&gt;pain is there&lt;br /&gt;but together we can come though&lt;br /&gt;we can't let bin Lodin do what he came to do&lt;br /&gt;Now bin Lodin hides in fear&lt;br /&gt;this is disgraceful for a man who tampered with America&lt;br /&gt;So quite, are you scared?&lt;br /&gt;you who tampered with America?&lt;br /&gt;evince yourself&lt;br /&gt;stop being prudent&lt;br /&gt;because time will catch you and trap you&lt;br /&gt;President Bush O so strong&lt;br /&gt;found the plan&lt;br /&gt;now in war our men fight&lt;br /&gt;We'll fight Hussien with his copies and his weapons &lt;br /&gt;you will not stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B. '01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112648611961351425?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112648611961351425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112648611961351425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112648611961351425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112648611961351425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/911-poem.html' title='9/11 Poem'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112648381613845200</id><published>2005-09-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:14:34.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps on</title><content type='html'>Since when have my emotions become so complicated&lt;br /&gt;how did I get so weird and hated&lt;br /&gt;when did my world change &lt;br /&gt;what am I doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna laugh and have some fun&lt;br /&gt;but it seems the crying has just begun&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk and be the same&lt;br /&gt;but I'm who I became&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head keeps on spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Im gonna do&lt;br /&gt;if you cant be happy with me all new&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say&lt;br /&gt;don't know what else I'll betray&lt;br /&gt;My life keeps on turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(STOP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just slowdown&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be a letdown&lt;br /&gt;when is it gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these emotions&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;everything is strange&lt;br /&gt;and everything did its change without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head keeps on spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Im gonna do&lt;br /&gt;if you cant be happy with me all new&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say&lt;br /&gt;don't know what else I'll betray&lt;br /&gt;My life keeps on Burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes, don't think I'll ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;changes, can you take what I became&lt;br /&gt;changes, life is full&lt;br /&gt;changes, at least its not at all dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head keeps on spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Im gonna do&lt;br /&gt;if you cant be happy with me all new&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say&lt;br /&gt;don't know what else I'll betray&lt;br /&gt;My life keeps on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll keep on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie Broderick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112648381613845200?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112648381613845200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112648381613845200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112648381613845200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112648381613845200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/keeps-on.html' title='Keeps on'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112629205549231435</id><published>2005-09-09T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:42:22.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retired</title><content type='html'>I have officially retired Frisbee. &lt;br /&gt;And I won't go to anymore games.&lt;br /&gt;Because It has come to my attention &lt;br /&gt;that Im a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bonnie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112629205549231435?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112629205549231435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112629205549231435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112629205549231435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112629205549231435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/retired.html' title='Retired'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-112629158879857390</id><published>2005-09-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:48:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Isn't</title><content type='html'>You left me &lt;br /&gt;left me with myself&lt;br /&gt;you left me &lt;br /&gt;and I let you&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you in&lt;br /&gt;among all of my sin&lt;br /&gt;I let you in&lt;br /&gt;and now I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;this isn't what it was so post to be&lt;br /&gt;why dose it all have to be like this&lt;br /&gt;why do I feel like sh!t&lt;br /&gt;I have everything to lose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;why can't you let me&lt;br /&gt;be who I wanna be &lt;br /&gt;why do I feel like&lt;br /&gt;your not ok with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could understand&lt;br /&gt;but I know you never will&lt;br /&gt;this is what I was always afraid of&lt;br /&gt;cause' it hurts that you disapprove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;this isn't what it was so post to be&lt;br /&gt;why dose it all have to be like this&lt;br /&gt;why do I feel like sh!t&lt;br /&gt;I have everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts that you disapprove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112629158879857390?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112629158879857390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112629158879857390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112629158879857390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112629158879857390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-isnt.html' title='This Isn&apos;t'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112623084295389501</id><published>2005-09-08T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:54:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna bring you down</title><content type='html'>Im gonna stay here&lt;br /&gt;here on my own&lt;br /&gt;not gonna go with you&lt;br /&gt;cause' I'll just bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;cry like the baby I am&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna call you the phone&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'll just bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the issue &lt;br /&gt;ok I'll be some other girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm the problem&lt;br /&gt;So I'll pretend like I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm the issue&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna change&lt;br /&gt;change and become good enough&lt;br /&gt;not gonna cry anymore&lt;br /&gt;cause' I'll just bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be lost&lt;br /&gt;lost and truly alone&lt;br /&gt;not gonna tell you&lt;br /&gt;cause' I'll just bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the issue &lt;br /&gt;ok I'll be some other girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm the problem&lt;br /&gt;So I'll pretend like I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm the issue&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;give up and be some other clone&lt;br /&gt;not gonna scream&lt;br /&gt;cause' I don't wanna bring you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the issue &lt;br /&gt;ok I'll be some other girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm the problem&lt;br /&gt;So I'll pretend like I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm the issue&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna bring anyone down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112623084295389501?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112623084295389501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112623084295389501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112623084295389501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112623084295389501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-wanna-bring-you-down.html' title='don&apos;t wanna bring you down'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112620021238322882</id><published>2005-09-08T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:29:35.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests... again *grin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chick Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/chick-rocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're living proof that chicks can rock&lt;br /&gt;You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas&lt;br /&gt;And when you rock, you rock hard&lt;br /&gt;(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Honest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do tend to tell the truth a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also stretch the truth on occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure a little lie isn't a big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it doesn't hurt anyone too much!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/"&gt;How Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 58&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  58  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Aren't In the Best Of Moods&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/down.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't full on depressed, things aren't going your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be hurt, angry, frustrated... or all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry - you'll be feeling fine in no time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Mood Are You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You are more dramatic than 30% of the population.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to steal the spotlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how to act out to get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around you know that you're good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/dramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more romantic than 50% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/romantic-realist.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.&lt;br /&gt;And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...&lt;br /&gt;But you'd never admit it to your friends!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/romanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Mercury&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;You probably never leave home without your cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you.&lt;br /&gt;You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#EACCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EED6EB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2E0D6"&gt;You truly love Peter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F7EBC2"&gt;You consider Rachel your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FBF5AD"&gt;You know that Alex is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFF99"&gt;You'll remember Evan for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF199"&gt;You secretly think Caitlyn is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE29A"&gt;You secretly think that Jeremy is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD49A"&gt;You secretly think that Sara is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Sara changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC59A"&gt;You secretly think John is shy and nonconfrontational. And that John has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyouthinkofyourfriends/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112620021238322882?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112620021238322882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112620021238322882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112620021238322882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112620021238322882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/tests-again-grin.html' title='Tests... again *grin*'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112612063461729752</id><published>2005-09-07T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:17:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Test thingys</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a creative hotbed of artistic talent.&lt;br /&gt;You're always making pictures in your mind, especially when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;You are easily inspired to think colorful, interesting thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And although it may be hard to express these thoughts, it won't always be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C8C8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Band Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#E9E9FF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/band.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Queen of Convicts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/bandnamegenerator/"&gt;Band Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/pastlife/past-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Gorgeous Warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Suicide.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Daddy Is Johnny Depp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/whosyourdaddy/daddy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What You Call Him:&lt;/b&gt; Daddy Dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Love Him:&lt;/b&gt; You don't love him, you just love calling him "daddy"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourdaddy/"&gt;Who's Your Daddy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall, Your Observation Skills Get: D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/howobservant/observant-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You know that you remembered to put on underwear today...&lt;br /&gt;But really, that's about it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112612063461729752?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112612063461729752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112612063461729752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112612063461729752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112612063461729752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-test-thingys.html' title='More Test thingys'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112602359035517558</id><published>2005-09-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:56:50.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 21 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  21  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 71% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kissingpurity/kiss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing isn't a casual thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip to lip action makes your heart sing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more open with you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend carefully and save your pennies.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is 100%. You are not suited for a monogamous relationship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Borderline ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/disorder/courtney-love.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're down, your whole world is crashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/personalitydisorderquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="200" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFD391"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCE93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC995"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC498"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBF9A"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB99C"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB49E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAFA1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFAAA3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 26%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5A5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die at the hands of a jealous lover. How ironic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=black align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1990 (the year you were born)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George H.W. Bush is president of the US&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Desert Shield forces leave for Saudi Arabia to defend them following the invasion of Kuwait&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress passes Americans with Disabilities Act&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela is released from a South African prison&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East and West Germany are reunified&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first McDonald's opens in Moscow, Russia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Mario Brothers 3 is released on the Nintendo Entertainment System console, selling over 6 million copies&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Space Shuttle Discovery places the Hubble Space Telescope into orbit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows 3.0 is released by Microsoft&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cincinnati Reds win the World Series&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco 49ers win Superbowl XXIV&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton Oilers win the Stanley Cup&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Home Alone&lt;/i&gt; is the top grossing film&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Crichton is published&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vision of Love" by Mariah Carey spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Farley and Adam Sandler join &lt;i&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yearborn.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112602359035517558?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112602359035517558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112602359035517558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112602359035517558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112602359035517558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/tests.html' title='TESTS!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112595840675303355</id><published>2005-09-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:13:26.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night</title><content type='html'>ok you have probibly heard a bit about saterday night by now, from poeple or Rae's blog post... *laughs* But Im going to pretend it dosen't exist sooooo it dosen't *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112595840675303355?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112595840675303355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112595840675303355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595840675303355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595840675303355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday night'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112595817455970670</id><published>2005-09-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:09:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brothers Brirthday</title><content type='html'>It's my brothers Birthday today. I don't know what he's doing but I know its his Birthday....so yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112595817455970670?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112595817455970670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112595817455970670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595817455970670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595817455970670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-brothers-brirthday.html' title='My Brothers Brirthday'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112595796303537733</id><published>2005-09-05T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:06:03.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Mommy</title><content type='html'>daddy stop drinking your life away &lt;br /&gt;mommy stop crying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stop yelling&lt;br /&gt;Mommy stop screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stop looking at me like it was the last time you were gonna see me&lt;br /&gt;mommy stop pretending like you don't see this is hurting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stop acting like everything ok&lt;br /&gt;mommy stop giving daddy those dirty looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stop calling mommy all those names&lt;br /&gt;mommy stop being so hard on daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stop acting like you know me&lt;br /&gt;mommy stop lying to me, when you know I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy stop leaving and "going to the store"&lt;br /&gt;mommy stop yelling at me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy I know your scared&lt;br /&gt;mommy I know you are too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy keep on praying &lt;br /&gt;mommy keep on telling him you love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy let God take some of that pressure&lt;br /&gt;mommy please help daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, Mommy, I Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112595796303537733?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112595796303537733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112595796303537733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595796303537733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595796303537733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/daddy-and-mommy.html' title='Daddy and Mommy'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112595635985658008</id><published>2005-09-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T15:06:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning. Turning.</title><content type='html'>Endless thoughts&lt;br /&gt;thickening plots&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;can't bear this despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fleeting memories&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it all&lt;br /&gt;why can't I think straight&lt;br /&gt;What is to be my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;My world is turning&lt;br /&gt;Somthings changing&lt;br /&gt;crawing cause' I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;crying cause' I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summers gone winters coming&lt;br /&gt;to bring me back my sleeping pain&lt;br /&gt;summers gone, and it took with it&lt;br /&gt;all thats left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people call me beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but if they could only see&lt;br /&gt;the beauty they see is hard&lt;br /&gt;Cold and hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;My world is turning&lt;br /&gt;Somthings changing&lt;br /&gt;crawing cause' I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;crying cause' I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days go by, nightmares come&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me what are my symptoms&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;and let life make another mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;My world is turning&lt;br /&gt;Somthings changing&lt;br /&gt;crawing cause' I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;crying cause' I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112595635985658008?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112595635985658008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112595635985658008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595635985658008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112595635985658008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/spinning-turning.html' title='Spinning. Turning.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112570662224067174</id><published>2005-09-02T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:17:02.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>Becoming nothing&lt;br /&gt;when I was so-post to be everything&lt;br /&gt;how the H3ll did I end up like this&lt;br /&gt;broken dreams,I'll just blow that kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost to the point of insanity&lt;br /&gt;but I keep that smile on my pretty face&lt;br /&gt;and show em' all I don't give a care&lt;br /&gt;I'll show em' all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;laughing in my pain&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it &lt;br /&gt;but I'll tell you that Im sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears run down my face &lt;br /&gt;leaving that lil' trace&lt;br /&gt;Of what Im really feeling&lt;br /&gt;though you won't ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be something more&lt;br /&gt;but I keep having to ignore&lt;br /&gt;that Im losing more then I gain&lt;br /&gt;my life is going down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;laughing in my pain&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it &lt;br /&gt;but I'll tell you that Im sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost all feeling I have inside&lt;br /&gt;waiting for this numbness to subside&lt;br /&gt;ask me if Im ok, ask me if I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you an answer but I lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot how to laugh like I mean it&lt;br /&gt;forgot everything that used to be me&lt;br /&gt;forgot myself in the someone I was trying to be&lt;br /&gt;so why can't I forget how much I hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;pretending It's ok&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;rembering that I lied&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;laughing in my pain&lt;br /&gt;I've Lost it&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it &lt;br /&gt;but I'll tell you that Im sane&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B. (AKA: Jezzibel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112570662224067174?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112570662224067174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112570662224067174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112570662224067174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112570662224067174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/09/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing in the Rain'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112553950199058527</id><published>2005-08-31T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:51:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Ok My theory on words is that all words were made up, yes? Yeah. So shouldn't we keep on making words? Why did we stop? Or why do we leave it for "the professionals"? I think if you think 'funner' is a word, its a word. Who decided it wasn't? Do I know or respect them? Most likely not. I like making up words it's fun! Why shouldn't I spice up normal everyday speech? Yeah, I could do that with already invented words but what's the fun in that? Its funner to make it up! *grin* so yeah...Im done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112553950199058527?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112553950199058527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112553950199058527&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112553950199058527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112553950199058527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-112553321858070854</id><published>2005-08-31T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:06:58.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok...I was thinking of deleting this blog but for now I think I'll keep it...For now. Anyways I got my laptop back today so thats happy... and guess what?! I don't start school till the 15 or 16 of September!!! *grinz* but yeah I wanna say HAPPY BRITHDAY to Rachel 'cause she FINALLY truned 15 (Just messin with you Rae) and I've got good news...I just saved...I mean *grin*... the good news is that I don't have to go to a dumb highschool like I thought *releved sigh* annnnnd... yeah more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112553321858070854?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112553321858070854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112553321858070854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112553321858070854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112553321858070854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff!!!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112553163270419797</id><published>2005-08-31T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:43:17.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Am</title><content type='html'>Breaking mistakes&lt;br /&gt;that's all it takes&lt;br /&gt;to introduce a whole new game&lt;br /&gt;And I can't say anything will be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to find the breaks&lt;br /&gt;I know it's there but with what stakes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna laugh, I need to cry&lt;br /&gt;I know I like this but I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slut in the making&lt;br /&gt;that's what I am&lt;br /&gt;barely a Virgin&lt;br /&gt;but who gives a D@MN&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to start it all&lt;br /&gt;someone started this downfall&lt;br /&gt;this feels so good &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong choices&lt;br /&gt;someone bring me my vodka&lt;br /&gt;need it to take this pain away&lt;br /&gt;at least for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slut in the making&lt;br /&gt;that's what I am&lt;br /&gt;barely a Virgin&lt;br /&gt;but who gives a D@MN&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How It All Began&lt;br /&gt;how it's all gonna end&lt;br /&gt;I had a  plan&lt;br /&gt;lost it, watched it blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I Stop&lt;br /&gt;'cause this is too much fun&lt;br /&gt;why can't I just disappear&lt;br /&gt;everything is so unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slut in the making&lt;br /&gt;that's what I am&lt;br /&gt;barely a Virgin&lt;br /&gt;but who gives a D@MN&lt;br /&gt;Me...I give a D@MN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Jezzibell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112553163270419797?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112553163270419797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112553163270419797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112553163270419797'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112516757666031890?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112516757666031890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112516757666031890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112516757666031890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112516757666031890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/warning.html' title='WARNING'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112516447917952781</id><published>2005-08-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:42:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "MySpace"</title><content type='html'>www.myspace.com/lovemeeifyoudare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112516447917952781?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112516447917952781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112516447917952781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112516447917952781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112516447917952781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-myspace.html' title='My &quot;MySpace&quot;'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112459378022430209</id><published>2005-08-20T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:09:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>theres nothing to say......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112459378022430209?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112459378022430209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112459378022430209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112459378022430209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112459378022430209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112400269883462717</id><published>2005-08-13T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:58:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70487539@N00/32943100/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/32943100_ac5e2616f5_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="Me lookin Angry again" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112400269883462717?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112400269883462717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112400269883462717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112400269883462717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112400269883462717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/mee.html' title='MEE'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9455335.post-112391200000445584</id><published>2005-08-12T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:41:13.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI!</title><content type='html'>I really don't have much to say but I just wanted to say hello, so here a am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! HI! HI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112391200000445584?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112391200000445584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112391200000445584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112391200000445584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112391200000445584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi.html' title='HI!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112391161321179368</id><published>2005-08-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:40:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven took command</title><content type='html'>He made it happen&lt;br /&gt;or we never would have made it so far&lt;br /&gt;Placed this into our hands&lt;br /&gt;even though he knew &lt;br /&gt;it was gonna be bizarre&lt;br /&gt;Heaven took command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;Thats what this has gotta be&lt;br /&gt;Sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right and so wrong&lt;br /&gt;but nothing in this world &lt;br /&gt;feels all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine&lt;br /&gt;Looking in someone else's eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for someone else's hand&lt;br /&gt;You know what Im thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;Heaven had a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;Thats what this has gotta be&lt;br /&gt;Sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right and so wrong&lt;br /&gt;but nothing in this world &lt;br /&gt;feels all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was created there&lt;br /&gt;and thats where its from&lt;br /&gt;this wasn't my plan and it wasn't yours&lt;br /&gt;and heavens never wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;Thats what this has gotta be&lt;br /&gt;Sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right and so wrong&lt;br /&gt;but nothing in this world &lt;br /&gt;feels all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112391161321179368?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112391161321179368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112391161321179368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112391161321179368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112391161321179368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/heaven-took-command.html' title='Heaven took command'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112370400135004762</id><published>2005-08-10T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:00:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back</title><content type='html'>Im back from Hawaii.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112370400135004762?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112370400135004762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112370400135004762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112370400135004762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112370400135004762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='Im Back'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112370370211698918</id><published>2005-08-10T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:58:01.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Bonnie</title><content type='html'>Left early this morning &lt;br /&gt;To go to those blue, blue seas&lt;br /&gt;Left early this morning&lt;br /&gt;now I lay Over that ocean he spoke of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bonnie My lie over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Your Bonnie May lie over the sea&lt;br /&gt;Your Bonnie May Lie over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;But This Bonnie will come back you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I Rose above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering &lt;br /&gt;If Heaven looked anything like this&lt;br /&gt;It was Bright and Beautiful, I wish you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gone, Your still there&lt;br /&gt;Im there, your still gone&lt;br /&gt;And when were both home &lt;br /&gt;We might as well be an Ocean apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bonnie My lie over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Your Bonnie May lie over the sea&lt;br /&gt;Your Bonnie May Lie over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;But This Bonnie will come back you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112370370211698918?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/feeds/112370370211698918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9455335&amp;postID=112370370211698918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112370370211698918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9455335/posts/default/112370370211698918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-bonnie.html' title='Your Bonnie'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14243069191590484470</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-9455335.post-112370148870498215</id><published>2005-08-10T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:21:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the thought</title><content type='html'>This little piece of heaven&lt;br /&gt;tastes a lil' bitter&lt;br /&gt;But who likes it when its all too sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little piece of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Is truly all I want&lt;br /&gt;even though I haven't seen him in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought that he's thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like Im worth it&lt;br /&gt;I Love him, Don't know if I could ever prove how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to wonder if this fight is worth while &lt;br /&gt;for you...I know you say it is &lt;br /&gt;But all I seem to be doing is taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something more for me to give &lt;br /&gt;All I have is my Love and friendship&lt;br /&gt;And the only person I've said "I Love you" to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought that he's thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like Im worth it&lt;br /&gt;I Love him, Don't know if I could ever prove how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Bonnie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9455335-112370148870498215?l=lovemeeifyoudare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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