<?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-4931291201475089420</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:46:05.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"standing on the rooftops...</title><subtitle type='html'>...everybody scream your heart out"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931291201475089420.post-7344160957355526205</id><published>2009-09-28T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:33:17.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm terribly sorry blog...</title><content type='html'>I have ignored you for some time ):&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. For those of you who do read this little shindig of a blog, I changed the name. Courtesy of one of my all-time favorite songs; Rooftops by Lost Prophets.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm currently my life has been fairly average(lol MLIA :D) I dated a boy for a few days, but it  really it felt wrong. Cliche right? I felt bad.  But I had my reasons, you know?&lt;br /&gt;So...I turn 16 in 6 days :D woot. Finally. Though the real happy-day will be when I'm 16 and 6 mos. Since I'll be able to get my license then.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really rambling here. I'm sorry D;&lt;br /&gt;...diving starts extremely soon! If I never mentioned it before (I probably did) diving is my flippin' life, yo. It's going to be quite a painful year though&lt;/3 smacking and bruises galore. I have a feeling some teacher will see me with two million and three bruises and think I'm being abused. And report me to guidance. 'Oh is your home life okay..?' 'Well there is this member of the family, I'll call water, it gets mad at me often when I decide to fall on top of it'&lt;br /&gt;Oh lordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll end my ramblings there.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931291201475089420-7344160957355526205?l=imaginelifelived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/7344160957355526205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-terribly-sorry-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/7344160957355526205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/7344160957355526205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-terribly-sorry-blog.html' title='I&apos;m terribly sorry blog...'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931291201475089420.post-58689091756444038</id><published>2009-07-09T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:26:45.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how we change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess you could say I'm one of those people who tends to change a lot. Slowly, day by day no change, but when you look back I'm completely different. I felt like reflecting, cause that's what blogs are for right? Reflecting, ranting, and gloating. Kinda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not quite as naive. I'm more about me then I used to be, not so much about, oh I don't know if I'll find another guy after you so I'm not gonna let go. I was like that for a short short time awhile ago. But I am so much more about me. I want a guy who shows he loves me, who will show me off to his friends. I need a guy who's a good guy, yet can get down and dirty, not quite like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, but to an extent. Most of all, I need a guy I can be me around, and same to him. And I'm not quite as boy-crazy and don't go liking so many guys when I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the past couple years, I've went from hoodies all the time, to preppy, to 'skater'//'scene'? I don't know how to describe it. To where I am now, just me, day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh lord. Where to begin. I used to be, not shy, but not that out there. I'd never be caught dead doing stuff I will do in a heartbeat now. I love to dance, and I'll dance my booty off when I'm in a crowd and even grind. This time last year I'll be damned if I would've been like now. I will say hi to people I am just meeting and talk as if I've known them forever. And I'll easily flirt with and talk to cute boys. Something I'd have trouble with before or I would come on way too strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well. Here goes the ego trip. I'm gonna be honest, I used to be...not the prettiest, I still don't think I am. But I think it's improvement. No more glasses. I can use make-up, and use it well. I can do my hair and make it look good. My face isn't quite so imperfect with blemishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of ideas. Chances are there are tons of other topics. But hey. It's 11:12 (damn missed 11:11!) and my brain ain't the most active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931291201475089420-58689091756444038?l=imaginelifelived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/58689091756444038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-how-we-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/58689091756444038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/58689091756444038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-how-we-change.html' title='oh how we change.'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931291201475089420.post-1007521259400380961</id><published>2009-07-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:26:59.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've done one of these before but a bit different, it was 100 things about yourself, but I'm doing it 50 lyrics.  Because lyrics and my life really go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll put the song they're from unless someone asks. Any of them that are bold mean something to me right now. If they aren't they meant something at some point&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&amp;amp; I'd die to win, cause I'm born to lose"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what's worth the price is always worth the fight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"life for you has been less than kind, so take a number, stand in line. we've all been sorry, we've all been hurt. but how we survive is what makes us who we are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time. and turning all against one is an art that's hard to teach. another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd, and as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"and when the sky is falling, don't look outside the window"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"we'll write a song, that turns out the lights, when both boy and girl start suddenly shaking inside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"she said lets change our luck, this night is all we've got. drive fast until we crash, this dead end life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"say your sorry, that face of an angel comes out when you need it most. as i paced back and forth all this time cause i honestly believed in you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, it's 2 AM and i'm cursing your name. you're so in love that you act insane. and that's the way I loved you. &amp;amp; breaking down and coming undone, it's a roller coaster kind a rush"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"do you ever wanna run away? do you lock yourself in your room? with the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you screamin'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"standing on the rooftops everybody scream your heart out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'll show you mine, if you show me yours first. let's compare scars. i'll tell you whose is worse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you never could get it. unless you were fed it. now you're here and you don't know why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"she couldn't take one more day. home was more her prison now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"cause this is more than just a dance hall drug, you can't wait to fall in love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"the city sleeps and we're lost in the moment, another kiss as we're lyin on the pavement. if they could see us they would tell us that we're crazy. but we know they just don't understand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"she's got this journal filled, with all her black ink guilt, and love is the only thing keeping her alive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"breathe in deep and say goodbye, the saddest song i'll ever write for anyone, anytime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"they say you never know what you got til it's gone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you're the closest to heaven. that i'll ever be. and i don't wanna go home right now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sometimes goodbye is a second chance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"say a prayer, but let the good times roll. in case god doesn't show"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"am i more than you bargained for yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"all this time he was taking her for granted, she wants to see. if there's more. than he gave; she's looking for"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i couldn't tell you, why she felt that way. she felt it, everyday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"the stars in the sky illuminate below, the night is a sign that love will guide you home"(I love this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"t-tell your boyfriend. if he says he's got beef, that i'm a vegetarian and i ain't fuckin' scared of him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what if i wanted to break? laugh it all off in your face. what would you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"once a whore, you're nothing more, sorry that will never change"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"because when i was younger i would say; when i grow up i wanna be famous, i wanna be a star"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh well, i guess we're gonna find out how far we've come"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'm blending in so you won't even know me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i will never let you fall. i'll stand up with you forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"all these asphyxiated, self medicated, take the white pill you'll feel alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i'd be lying if i told you losing you was something i could handle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"these children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"and baby when it's love if it ain't rough than it ain't fun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you say you gotta go and find yourself. you say that you're becoming someone else. don't recognize the face in the mirror looking back at you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you're like a black cat, with a black backpack filled with fireworks, and you're gonna burn the city down right now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"remember what you told me; shut up and put your money where your mouth is, that's what you get for waking up in vegas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"she said, get out of my way, i'm going somewhere this is not where i wanna be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"what have you done today, to make you feel proud?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"if you got it all figured out, then what is there to shout about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"if you need to crash, then crash and burn you're not alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"he's everything you want, he's everything you need, he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. he says all the right things, at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you worry bout the wrong things, the wrong things, you worry bout the wrong things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you got me so hypnotized, the way yo body rollin round and round"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i party like a rockstar, look like a movie star, play like an all star, fuck like a porn star"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i'm on a boat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;:D love lyrics&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931291201475089420-1007521259400380961?l=imaginelifelived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/1007521259400380961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-hundred-lyrics-work-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/1007521259400380961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/1007521259400380961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-hundred-lyrics-work-in-progress.html' title='fifty lyrics'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931291201475089420.post-7493113038917262818</id><published>2009-07-06T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:27:15.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why, hello there.&lt;br /&gt;Where to start, okay well. It's summer. Woo. Boring, but oh so relaxing! My summer started off where I went to Indiana University Diving Camp for two weeks. Let me just say, that place is officially my favorite place on earth. Not even kidding. The atmosphere is just, amazing. You get your ass handed to you but at the end of the day it's just like, wow, I can't believe I did that. Also. The guys. Flat out amazing, I don't even need to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from camp it was a few days of just getting back into life, then I slept over at one of my verry good friend's houses, Lauren(go read her blog!) and we had funtimes, yes? Then, well that next Thursday(July 2nd) was a party at a friend's house. I met a few new people, but I won't go into too many details about the party besides there was a lot of truth or dare. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Carnival! With my best friend on the male side of things, Zach!&lt;br /&gt;I acquired a new nickname too, thanks to his younger brother. LaShanda. Great, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! Afternoon was torture, went to the mall with male from 2nd blog post. Pity me. Just Kidding. That night I went to the local fireworks with my ex-boyfriend. Yeah. I'm a smart one. It was fun though, I saw this one guy I know who is freaking gorgeous. It made my day. The fireworks were nice too, but holy crap, walking home I was terrified going through this one street! It was so dark and I literally sprinted out of there. I don't wanna get raped! Hah. And then there is yesterday where I just chilled. And same for today except I ran, and did my workout! Go me(:&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess? Hm. Yep. Wow. I'm boring D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931291201475089420-7493113038917262818?l=imaginelifelived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/7493113038917262818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/7493113038917262818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/7493113038917262818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-nutshell.html' title='life. in a nutshell.'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931291201475089420.post-2896198540117571928</id><published>2009-07-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:27:33.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goals and such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well it's always good to have goals, right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm doing, I'm setting goals for myself. Later down the road, I may come back to this and decide to do an update blog, where I update if I have achieved any of the goals.&lt;br /&gt;Onward to the goals! Talleyhoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be able to flaunt an adorable swimsuit in Florida(November 8th-15th) without feeling completely self-conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To meet someone who completely changes my life. Now, this isn't really a 'goal' but more of something I'd love to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To start vlogging on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Under 8 minutes on the mile this fall in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qualify f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or States in Diving this upcoming season. I will achieve this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get a job. Make money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Convince parents to let me pierce my bellybutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Longgg Hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As of now I can't think of any other things, but if I remember I'll definitely write them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931291201475089420-2896198540117571928?l=imaginelifelived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/2896198540117571928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/goals-and-such.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/2896198540117571928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/2896198540117571928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/goals-and-such.html' title='goals and such'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931291201475089420.post-1947239272570943301</id><published>2009-07-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:27:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>general rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, up til part of last year, I'd probably be begging for some of the attention I get now from the male side of the population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Begging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not saying my current situation is something I'd un-wish, I just think my former-self was quite pathetic Quite a random thought, eh? Ah, slightly. You see, blog readers...(unless I'm talkin' to myself again), there are currently two...boys...in my life. Well. Not even in my life. They are, as me and my friend like to call, part of my flan club. These two shall remain nameless. One is on the diving team with me, the other I sat next to in a class for like, a marking period. Now boy numero uno consistently wants to hang out, ask me to a movie, etc. So finally yesterday I decided to give him a chance and go to the mall with him. Oh. My. Golly...haha golly. It was pure torture. We are two opposites, he's in ROTC at school, is a counselor at a boy scout camp(nothing against boy scouts...when your 8) and talks about things I either, do not understand, or I just don't give a damn about. I'm pretty sure we all know people like this, and I'm sure for most of us, we would not date them. So, onto bachelor number two! No. Just. No. He was crossing borderline obsessive a few days ago. Repeatedly asking if I'd go out with him after I repeatedly said I didn't know or not now because it's summer. I mean really. How hard is that to get through your head!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attract freaks. I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931291201475089420-1947239272570943301?l=imaginelifelived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/1947239272570943301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/general-rambling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/1947239272570943301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/1947239272570943301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/general-rambling.html' title='general rambling'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931291201475089420.post-7976095471764380685</id><published>2009-07-05T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:27:45.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello blog readers(or lack there-of), I made this blog in attempt to help myself stay dedicated to losing a decent amount of weight and toning up. Which I have been trying to work towards majorly. This is also just an outlet for me to rant or gloat about whatever the heck is going on. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping &lt;/span&gt;to be ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;le to start making YouTube videos and vlog as well as blog o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; here! Whether or not that is going to h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;appen is unknown to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So everyone knows, I'm currently a fifteen year old girl, living in Pennsylvania. I'll be a Sophomore this upcoming school year. I am a diver and it is my life and you readers will probably hear a lot about it. I also play lacrosse, which you may or may not hear about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I'll post my original starting weight, with was 138 I believe. At diving camp, the last day the scale read 128. My scale here now says 136 today, though it has been known to be off. But what can you do. So I guess I'll have my starting weight set at 136 since I'm basing it off that scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931291201475089420-7976095471764380685?l=imaginelifelived.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/feeds/7976095471764380685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/7976095471764380685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931291201475089420/posts/default/7976095471764380685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginelifelived.blogspot.com/2009/07/introduction.html' title='Introduction?'/><author><name>ImagineLifeLived</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09143559065006685997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d01xqbLuNjU/SZNmCrxb6HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Cvdr5qMxp84/S220/DSCN0812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
