<?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-15688429</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:21:07.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble On</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-1537982072138575452</id><published>2007-04-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:08:58.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The heart is deceitful above all things&lt;br /&gt;       and beyond cure.&lt;br /&gt;       Who can understand it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jer 17:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wait....next verse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I the LORD search the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       and examine the mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       to reward a man according to his conduct, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       according to what his deeds deserve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-1537982072138575452?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/1537982072138575452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=1537982072138575452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/1537982072138575452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/1537982072138575452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-7202358200049009750</id><published>2007-03-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:35:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>r e n a i s s a n c e</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; This is my second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is my one romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is the cutting line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;On which I stand to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; This is my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is my bleeding start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is the way I’ve come to know You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is my winding road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is my way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is the narrow door you know that I will walk through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;In pieces I’ve broken open to think too much or just enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Alone to trust midst the rubble and the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Humbled, it took this much to break down and understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Spent my life this far on castles made of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Tossed in the breakers in the palm of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Now I can finally stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; This is my renaissance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is my one response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;This is the way I say I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-7202358200049009750?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/7202358200049009750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=7202358200049009750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/7202358200049009750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/7202358200049009750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2007/03/r-e-n-i-s-s-n-c-e.html' title='r e n a i s s a n c e'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-1313595093814048318</id><published>2007-03-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:19:12.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and no one knows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I watch as the daylight crawls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       past the shadows hanging on the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       it's been a long time since I felt the stain of yesterday getting in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       I'm alive but tell me am I free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       I've got eyes but tell me can I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       the sky is falling and no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       we shouldn't be hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       shouldn't be this difficult to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       the sky is falling and no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       you leave me hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       only to catch my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       I've got You and I've got nothing left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       don't leave me all alone down here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       with myself and all of my fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       I'm alive but tell me am I free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       I've got eyes but tell me can I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       the sky is falling and no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       the sky is falling and no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;       no one knows&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/15688429-1313595093814048318?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/1313595093814048318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=1313595093814048318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/1313595093814048318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/1313595093814048318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-no-one-knows.html' title='and no one knows...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-5186315032667327404</id><published>2007-03-05T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:38:47.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senior thesis is to blame for this one.... but just read it,  Mr. Patrick Henry musta been quite the orator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the numbers of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth, to know the worst, and to provide for it. .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free--if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us! They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength but irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.&lt;br /&gt; It is in vain, sir, to extentuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-5186315032667327404?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/5186315032667327404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=5186315032667327404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/5186315032667327404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/5186315032667327404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2007/03/powerful.html' title='Powerful.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-5365789859940269597</id><published>2007-01-24T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:17:00.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundboard for my Mind.</title><content type='html'>Never Forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I am reminded of tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the times when you were weakest, even if you are strong now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the times you fell, even if you got picked up.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the times &lt;em&gt;you don't want to remember&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simply writing an essay for a scholarship-- but this truth came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am today because of what God did in my &lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt;. When I look back and think about some of the most difficult times I have experienced, it reminds me to be THANKFUL FOR TODAY and thankful for what God has done and where I am. It also reminds me not to take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to &lt;em&gt;think about&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-5365789859940269597?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/5365789859940269597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=5365789859940269597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/5365789859940269597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/5365789859940269597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2007/01/soundboard-for-my-mind.html' title='Soundboard for my Mind.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-3896947337311874902</id><published>2007-01-19T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:29:12.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephesians 3:14-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"For this reason I bow my knees to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to be strengethened with might through His Spirit in the inner man,&lt;/span&gt; that Christ may &lt;em&gt;dwell in your hearts through faith&lt;/em&gt;; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the  &lt;em&gt;w i d t h &lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;length&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;depth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;height&lt;/em&gt;-- to know the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love of Christ&lt;/span&gt; which passes knowledge: &lt;strong&gt;that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-3896947337311874902?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/3896947337311874902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=3896947337311874902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/3896947337311874902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/3896947337311874902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2007/01/ephesians-314-20.html' title='Ephesians 3:14-20'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-8455454136045888726</id><published>2007-01-03T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:29:09.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song for a Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtMTDNTcy5Y/RZyBPbgp2LI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b6xIZJv5Z3Y/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016026187066628274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtMTDNTcy5Y/RZyBPbgp2LI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b6xIZJv5Z3Y/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in open fields of wild flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;she breathes the air and flies away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;she thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses in no simple language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;someday she'll understand the meaning of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;as close a heartbeat or a song on her lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;someday He'll call her and she will come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and fall in his arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I want to fall in love with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sitting silent wearing sunday best&lt;br /&gt;the sermon echoes through the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a great salvation through it calls to the people who stare into nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and can't feel the chains on their soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Someday He'll call us and we will come running and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,"I want to fall in love with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It seems too easy to call you "Savior",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not close enough to call you God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So as I sit and think of words I can mention to show my devotion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I want to fall in love with You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart beats for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-8455454136045888726?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/8455454136045888726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=8455454136045888726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/8455454136045888726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/8455454136045888726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-song-for-savior.html' title='Love Song for a Savior'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtMTDNTcy5Y/RZyBPbgp2LI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b6xIZJv5Z3Y/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-6354648548089499758</id><published>2006-12-24T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T18:48:06.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O come, O come, Emmanuel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ransom captive Israel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That mourns in lonely exile here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until the Son of God appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice! Rejoice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our spirits by Thine advent here;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And death’s dark shadows put to flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rejoice! Rejoice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emmanual shall come to thee, O Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O come, Desire of nations, bind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In one the hearts of all mankind;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be Thyself our &lt;strong&gt;King of Peace&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-6354648548089499758?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/6354648548089499758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=6354648548089499758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/6354648548089499758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/6354648548089499758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-2095491701410789859</id><published>2006-12-17T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:09:23.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life, believe, is not a dream&lt;br /&gt;So dark as sages say;&lt;br /&gt;Oft a little morning rain&lt;br /&gt;Foretells a pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,&lt;br /&gt;But these are transient all;&lt;br /&gt;If the shower will make the roses bloom,&lt;br /&gt;O why lament its fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapidly, merrily,&lt;br /&gt;Life’s sunny hours flit by,&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully, cheerily,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy them as they fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What though Death at times steps in&lt;br /&gt;And calls our Best away?&lt;br /&gt;What though sorrow seems to win,&lt;br /&gt;O’er hope, a heavy sway?&lt;br /&gt;Yet hope again elastic springs,&lt;br /&gt;Unconquered, though she fell;&lt;br /&gt;Still buoyant are her golden wings,&lt;br /&gt;Still strong to bear us well.&lt;br /&gt;Manfully, fearlessly,&lt;br /&gt;The day of trail bear,&lt;br /&gt;For gloriously, victoriously,&lt;br /&gt;Can courage quell despair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Charlotte Bronte-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/15688429-2095491701410789859?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/2095491701410789859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=2095491701410789859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/2095491701410789859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/2095491701410789859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/12/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-116243359547027325</id><published>2006-11-01T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:34:27.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen property</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i don't expect this to be read by many considering my prolonged abandonment. but i randomly went to john mayer's website and read his blog. and i stole this from him. i figure the chances of me finding this were pretty slim because of the complete randomness of it so somehow that makes this post worthwhile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.&lt;br /&gt;Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down -even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-116243359547027325?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/116243359547027325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=116243359547027325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/116243359547027325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/116243359547027325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/11/stolen-property.html' title='stolen property'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-115575585852761909</id><published>2006-08-16T12:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T12:28:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 27:13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;see the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the land of the living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-115575585852761909?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/115575585852761909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=115575585852761909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/115575585852761909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/115575585852761909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/08/psalm-2713_115575585852761909.html' title='Psalm 27:13'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-115134131047081942</id><published>2006-06-26T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:01:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador.</title><content type='html'>I've been home a week now. It really was a great trip. I learned a lot... and a lot of that was just from group devos we had at night. But some of it was from experience too. For example, when passing out tracts, I realized that no matter what your physical needs are, everyone has a spiritual need that is all the same. Like, people who are in poverty may seem like they need Christ more, but the rich guy who lives in a mansion needs Him just as much  as the impoverished man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble I'm having now is applying all that I've learned to my real life. Looking back, I see what great an environment I had to focus on my relationship with God and so forth. Or maybe I just now realize how many distractions pop up now that I have gotten back into the swing of things at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecuador is beautiful- lush, green mountains and of course, that ocean. I'm really thankful that I got the opportunity to go. Another great thing was getting to know people a whole lot better! There's so much more to explain and tell... i'm sure random stories will pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani leaves for SA tomorrow! I'm so excited for her... and I can't wait to hear all about her experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-115134131047081942?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/115134131047081942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=115134131047081942' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/115134131047081942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/115134131047081942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/06/ecuador.html' title='Ecuador.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-114945235448379343</id><published>2006-06-04T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:19:14.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Peter 3:3-4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Your &lt;em&gt;beauty&lt;/em&gt; should not come from outward adornment..... Instead, it should be that of your&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; inner &lt;/span&gt;self, the unfading &lt;em&gt;beauty&lt;/em&gt; of a &lt;strong&gt;gentle&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;quiet spirit&lt;/strong&gt;, which is of great worth in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God's sight&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;definitly my verse for the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114945235448379343?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114945235448379343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114945235448379343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114945235448379343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114945235448379343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wanna-be-beautiful.html' title='i wanna be beautiful'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-114934787173182202</id><published>2006-06-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:17:51.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the will to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the last word has been spoken &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And we've beared witness to the final setting sun &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All that shall remains is a token &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of what we've said and done &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When all we've had has been forsaken &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Distant church bells no longer ring &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's the sound of a heart taken &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the story of tears from a king &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The stones from my enemies &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These wounds will mend &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I cannot survive &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The roses from my friends &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ben harper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114934787173182202?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114934787173182202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114934787173182202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114934787173182202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114934787173182202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/06/will-to-live.html' title='the will to live'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114860168831705845</id><published>2006-05-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:01:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well rock my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/IMG_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/320/IMG_0680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robbie throws a good class party.... well class parties*-- there were two goin on basically, the one inside and the one outside! i'm sure they were both equally rockin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year till highschool's over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114860168831705845?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114860168831705845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114860168831705845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114860168831705845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114860168831705845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-rock-my-soul.html' title='well rock my soul'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-114782456928288288</id><published>2006-05-16T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T17:12:10.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the distance and this is my gameface</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;honesty&lt;/span&gt; need not be feared as a friend or an enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;So this is your maverick This is Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114782456928288288?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114782456928288288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114782456928288288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114782456928288288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114782456928288288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-distance-and-this-is-my.html' title='This is the distance and this is my gameface'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114758788838547065</id><published>2006-05-13T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:34:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the leaning tower of eiffel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/200/IMG_0495.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/IMG_0516.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/200/IMG_0516.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/IMG_0482.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/320/IMG_0482.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/IMG_0477.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/200/IMG_0477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114758788838547065?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114758788838547065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114758788838547065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114758788838547065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114758788838547065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/05/leaning-tower-of-eiffel.html' title='the leaning tower of eiffel'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-114697480612271015</id><published>2006-05-06T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:06:46.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look at the big picture</title><content type='html'>On this Saturday evening, I watched a Robin Williams movie with my mom called &lt;em&gt;Final Cut&lt;/em&gt;. It was set in the future where implants could be put into people that record everything they see. Zoe implants. Then, when the person died, the implant could be taken to a person called a "cutter" who edited the film so that it could be shown at a ceremony to remember the person's life called a "rememory." Without getting too much into the main plot of the movie... it just provoked a thought. Imagine your whole life is recorded. This brings up so many questions!! Is what I'm doing worthwhile? If someone were to watch my whole life, would it just be a whole bunch of common random events or would it tell a story, would it mean something?  And then the question of when you're caught up in the moment.... when you're having that fit of rage and it seems sooo important at the time: important that your way is the right way, or that you defend yourself and  get what you deserve. when i think about those moments that i so often find myself in,  it is most often those i would choose to erase because i realize how petty and insignificant those moments were in the whole scheme of things. i guess you call that living in the moment, existentialism. i tend to do that a lot. along with freaking out about things that don't deserve any worry at all.  well in the movie, there were also people who were anti-implant because they thought it was changing the world-- people were watching what they said or did because they self concious of this recording. if we knew what everything we did would be watched by all our friends and family... would we still do it? say it? well i have bad news. if you think thats an uncomforting thought, think of this: your friends and family won't be the ones watching your life, a perfect, holy God will be. when we live knowing that we have to give account for our living, it changes things. i just wish that could always be on my mind. things seem so much clearer when i have that principle in view. sorry if i sound like i'm sending everyone on a guilt trip, not trying to. on a more encouraging note, remember those questions like "am i doing anything worthwhile..." well its good to know that we have hope in that if we're following after God we are definitly doing something worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;wow I didn't actually mean to write so much. I've noticed I've been talking/blabbering on a lot lately... apparently it's running over into my typing as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114697480612271015?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114697480612271015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114697480612271015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114697480612271015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114697480612271015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-at-big-picture.html' title='look at the big picture'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114670790672563756</id><published>2006-05-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:58:26.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies</title><content type='html'>I wanna live life and never be cruel&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live life and be good to you&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna fly and never come down&lt;br /&gt;And live my life and have friends around&lt;br /&gt;We never change, do we? no, no We never learn, do we?&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna live in a wooden house&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live life and always be true&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live life and be good to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114670790672563756?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114670790672563756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114670790672563756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114670790672563756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114670790672563756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/05/apologies.html' title='apologies'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114582132006840675</id><published>2006-04-23T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:42:00.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juli's advice of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"don't make someone your &lt;em&gt;priority &lt;/em&gt;while allowing yourself to be their &lt;strong&gt;option&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114582132006840675?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114582132006840675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114582132006840675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114582132006840675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114582132006840675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/04/julis-advice-of-day_23.html' title='juli&apos;s advice of the day'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114507364082690014</id><published>2006-04-14T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:00:40.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>i have a job! i'm bringin home the dough... what can i say. well this makes life kinda hectic when i go to school all day then work right after and dont' get home till 10 on some week days.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to get my first paycheck today.... I was also planning on spending some of it that afternoon. I was expecting maybe at least 120...so in anticipation, I tore open the envelope and see an "18," hoping this was a mistake, I read the pay stub and find out it's not. I did not realize that they're like 2 weeks behind. So I'll get paid for the last two weeks I worked, on the next pay-day. So this was disappointing, until my dad gave me his credit card, saying to pay him back whatever I spent. That is a good feeling- swiping that card. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Good Friday. Sometimes I think they should call it Bitter-Sweet Friday. Any one catch my drift?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114507364082690014?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114507364082690014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114507364082690014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114507364082690014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114507364082690014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114360833291374871</id><published>2006-03-28T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:58:52.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oats, nuts and honey</title><content type='html'>evansville tomorrow. as well as tux pants and passport pictures. and hopefully a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114360833291374871?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114360833291374871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114360833291374871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114360833291374871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114360833291374871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/03/oats-nuts-and-honey.html' title='oats, nuts and honey'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114316791470404812</id><published>2006-03-23T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:38:34.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cumpleanos feliz</title><content type='html'>happy birthday on this day of the 23rd to my friend Zach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((and Dave too))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114316791470404812?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114316791470404812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114316791470404812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114316791470404812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114316791470404812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/03/cumpleanos-feliz.html' title='cumpleanos feliz'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114280844302544849</id><published>2006-03-19T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:48:27.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so just to warn you future readers, this post gets kinda personal. so don't delve in unless you want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i kinda had a life-changing realization today in church. I'm really not sure what brought it on, besides God Himself. I just realized that for a long time now I haven't been letting God control my life and really wasn't on the right page with him relationship-wise. Well I think I already knew that, so maybe I more realized that I needed to change this and make it right. Then I got to thinkin about it, and realized how many things God used to make me realize this. I can't list them all.. Some of it was seeing some of my friends who really love God and really wanted to do what He wanted. the book &lt;em&gt;Blue Like Jazz &lt;/em&gt;helped me see a lot of things in a different light. I think I've also realized, especially in these past months, how sinful man is. Not just sinful, but selfish and stupid and evil and if left to his own devices, will just screw things up. I saw this in my own life. I've become overly selfish, bitter, moody and even a little depressed in the past months. This is what happens when you don't let God work in your life. but when I think about all of it, it just really amazes me how all the circumstances just became so perfect for CHANGE. and then that makes me think how He orchestrated that in my life, he was using those to open my eyes! gah. it just gets me all emotional thinking about it. I guess the thing that really was the last trigger and the straw that broke the camels back was the issue of going on this missions trip to Ecuador with my church. At first, I just wrote it off as another youth group trip I wouldn't be going on. My mom encouraged me to think and pray about it though, and one of my friends did as well since she was going. Well I really got thinkin about it this morning, and heard the Pattons speak and Pastor Whipple speaking about missions, and it was during this that I had my epiphany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've actually gotta go because I have to leave soon to go to small group. That's one of the things I need to change. Getting more involved in church. that and so much more.... I will probably finish this post later when I have more time so I can explain more and even explain why I wanted to write it, but please just be praying for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's amazing how He works. and can forgive soo much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114280844302544849?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114280844302544849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114280844302544849' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114280844302544849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114280844302544849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-epiphany.html' title='my epiphany'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-114273778474055416</id><published>2006-03-18T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:09:44.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shot a man in reno just to watch himm diiie</title><content type='html'>zero homework this weekend, well, excluding two trig problems which I will be doin in my first-period study hall of our half day on monday!  so today was quite a lazy day. slept in. really did not a lot. had to start cleaning my room, which was just atrocious. utterly atrocious.  there were so many clothes on the floor that i just had to pile them all on my bed to see their extent. psh i haven't even finished. i've decided i need to update a lot of the pictures in room! yeeeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my quote of the day, stolen from seasons 1.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ew! ew! ugly-naked guy got a thigh master!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114273778474055416?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114273778474055416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114273778474055416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114273778474055416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114273778474055416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-shot-man-in-reno-just-to-watch-himm.html' title='i shot a man in reno just to watch himm diiie'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114261278571470263</id><published>2006-03-17T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:26:25.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>FABA is today and so we've been doing nothing at all at school  and so I'm in study hall updating my stupid blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I had a lovely birthday... thanks to all who contributed, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;2) Rachel deleted her blog! i won't comment any further.&lt;br /&gt;3) Going out to eat tonight at McGraws... Mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch beckons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114261278571470263?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114261278571470263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114261278571470263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114261278571470263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114261278571470263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/03/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114221294573662150</id><published>2006-03-12T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:22:25.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;he said i'm gonna buy a gun and start a war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;    &lt;em&gt;      if you can tell me something worth fighting for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;oh and i'm gonna buy this place that's what I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114221294573662150?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114221294573662150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114221294573662150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114221294573662150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114221294573662150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/03/looking-up.html' title='looking up'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114194218740402457</id><published>2006-03-09T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:09:47.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tar.hay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/logo_target_bullseye_1205.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/320/logo_target_bullseye_1205.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ooo target is such a commodity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;especially for its rain-filled parking lots to stand in and talk to your girls about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114194218740402457?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114194218740402457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114194218740402457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114194218740402457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114194218740402457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/03/tarhay.html' title='tar.hay'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114092831770970557</id><published>2006-02-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:31:57.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>i started on my link section.... i put you if i ever read or comment on your blog, but if you ask, your wish shall be granted (i.e. you will be added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;migraine. bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114092831770970557?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114092831770970557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114092831770970557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114092831770970557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114092831770970557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/02/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-114071112764838156</id><published>2006-02-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:12:07.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>state tourney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;tonight is the first game at 4:30..... we play first baptist. i'm pumped up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;we start out 0-0. and we're about to go on a 3-game winning streak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;go lady eagles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;intensity, desire, hard work, hussle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114071112764838156?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114071112764838156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114071112764838156' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114071112764838156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114071112764838156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/02/state-tourney.html' title='state tourney'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-114024659582049213</id><published>2006-02-17T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:09:55.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Today was so nice to have off from school.... I needed sleep so bad! (sleeping till noon can cure a lot of things) but yeah on that note, I've decided to cut down on my internet usage (ironic, i'm saying this as i'm up late on the internet) because it just takes up/wastes too much time. I'm mainly talking about the infamous AIM.  This is mainly during weekdays... so if you see me online during the weekday... be like, "Juli, does your schedule really allow for this usage tonight?" or something like that!                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, la spent the night last night and then I was woken up by her and zach coming through my room (which wasn't a bad thing) so I got up and zach made us scrambled eggs! and then we just hung out at my house the rest of the day, watched Never Been Kissed (i'm not josie grosie anymore!!!)  and beautified lara (not that she needs it). then off to the game at 7.... ehh i'd rather not talk about it (we lost.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow comes OHIO.  little weekend trip with dad, matt, and hannah.  aunt van's 90th b-day thing  (relatives I've only met like once??)  and i think some basketball game and goin out to eat at Adornetto's (i don't know if i spelled that right... those ohio restaurants just go on sound... like polly-eyes.. yeah no one knows what i'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i better go finish packing.... i'm such a night owl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe mrs. B said somethin like this in english, but I've decided that: I hate going to bed, I looooove to sleep, and I hate the getting up!GOODNIGHT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-114024659582049213?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/114024659582049213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=114024659582049213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114024659582049213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/114024659582049213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-update.html' title='WEEKEND UPDATE'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-113903039291882686</id><published>2006-02-03T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:19:52.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/320/purple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some time in study hall, the subject was brought up (by sobbie rummer i believe) of how we have had some classmates that we have gone to school with since elementary school or have known for a long time... but do you really &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; them? &lt;a id="dlSR__ctl31_imagePreview_Img" href="javascript:RampGroup_PopUp(" mediauids="{fe10b771-0395-4373-ad35-43fac9ece8f7}{ffffffff-ffff-ffff-ffff-ffffffffffff}&amp;qsPageNo=1&amp;amp;fdid=&amp;Area=Search&amp;amp;TotalCount=36&amp;CurrentPos=31&amp;amp;amp;WinID={fe10b771-0395-4373-ad35-43fac9ece8f7}','AAKI001037',650,780)&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was just thinking about this and realized how insightful blogs can be to get into the real thoughts of a person. one might think people would be very cautious about the writings they post on the internet, but i actually think its the opposite. it's kinda freeing to know you can just get your thoughts out there, but the big thing there is to be worried about is that you get out the right message in that people are perceiving your words the correct way you want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those are &lt;em&gt;my thoughts&lt;/em&gt; for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning (at least for a saturday) to leave for a weekend trip with betsy..... &lt;em&gt;wish you could come, raerae!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;love to all&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh and by the way, did i mention how thankful i am for FEBRUARY BREAK!?&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/15688429-113903039291882686?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/113903039291882686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=113903039291882686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113903039291882686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113903039291882686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-deep-chrome-canyons-of-loudest.html' title='&quot;in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans..&quot;'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-113852172282043066</id><published>2006-01-28T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:21:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are no perfect endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if you made it, just be glad that you did and stay there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you ever feel loved or needed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember that you're one of the lucky ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if it's over, just remember what I told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was bound to happen so just...Keep moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are no perfect endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~s.r.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-113852172282043066?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/113852172282043066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=113852172282043066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113852172282043066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113852172282043066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-are-no-perfect-endings.html' title='there are no perfect endings'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-113787835232269698</id><published>2006-01-21T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:19:12.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue like jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"...dying for something is easy because it is associated with glory. Living for something... is the hard thing. Living for something extends beyond fashion, glory, or recognition. We live for what we believe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-113787835232269698?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/113787835232269698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=113787835232269698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113787835232269698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113787835232269698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/01/blue-like-jazz.html' title='blue like jazz'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-113782550306856577</id><published>2006-01-20T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T22:38:23.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this victory feels goooood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay so we've been having a really tough basketball season where we just haven't been able to pull it together (most especially in our 3rd quarters... but basically.. generally) but our record doesn't really do us justice i think because none of them have been real blow-outs and we've been learning as we go, but it's just plain frustrating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so tonight we faced granger. earlier this january in the eagle classic tournament, we lost to these guys by one point (34-33). so we knew we could beat them; it was all just a matter of putting it into action. well to sum it up (cuz i'm tired lol) it was pretty close throughout the whole game, but we had a run in either the 3rd or 4th quarter... anyway we ended up being ahead by 6 pts with 3 min to go in the 4th.  so then they started fouling (mainly betsy.... and she did awesome on her free throws!) and we ended up winning 50-41. i must say... it was glorious to get that win. everyone worked so hard and was out there on the court giving 110% which i think is just when we need to keep winning. as coach brand says.... KILL THE SNAKES! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this 3-day weekend is off to a good start.... especially since my girl rayray will be here sunday! woot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-113782550306856577?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/113782550306856577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=113782550306856577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113782550306856577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113782550306856577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-victory-feels-goooood.html' title='this victory feels goooood'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-113539535328746338</id><published>2005-12-23T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:35:53.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it has come soooo fast this year.... prolly because i've been so entirely busy right up to the very last minute. but finals are over. and i'm on break. and it's Christmas. it can't get much better than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the only bad thing that happened was yesterday when me and alex got in a wreck! ah! that and i'm verrrrry sore. basketball will do that to ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well hope everyone who reads this will have a good Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my Christmas advice: don't get too caught up in all the presents and commercial quality of it....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-113539535328746338?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/113539535328746338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=113539535328746338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113539535328746338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113539535328746338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-113029390379895945</id><published>2005-10-25T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:31:43.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWLABR</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You’ve got that pure feel, such good responses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;...But the picture has a mustache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;maybe it's just me.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but we've had a buttload of homework lately!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yeah that's about all i have to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-113029390379895945?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/113029390379895945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=113029390379895945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113029390379895945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/113029390379895945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/10/swlabr.html' title='SWLABR'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15688429.post-112959819824357259</id><published>2005-10-17T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:50:14.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love random gifts!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/creamy%20soup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/200/creamy%20soup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh my word i  love my rockel !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112959819824357259?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112959819824357259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112959819824357259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112959819824357259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112959819824357259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-random-gifts.html' title='i love random gifts!!!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112865625698480804</id><published>2005-10-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:48:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/fl05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/400/fl05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss this girl&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/15688429-112865625698480804?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112865625698480804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112865625698480804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112865625698480804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112865625698480804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112823853417392694</id><published>2005-10-02T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:37:19.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gallop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/Oct01%2C05%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/400/Oct01%2C05%20092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeah, what's up!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;~~so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112823853417392694?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112823853417392694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112823853417392694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112823853417392694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112823853417392694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/10/gallop.html' title='gallop'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112778134657811536</id><published>2005-09-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:33:59.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the pleasures all mine, dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/inside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/320/inside.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my head just aches when i think about the things i shouldn't have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but life is for living, and i don't wanna live it alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;don't build your world around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;                    volcanoes melt you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112778134657811536?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112778134657811536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112778134657811536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112778134657811536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112778134657811536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/09/pleasures-all-mine-dear.html' title='the pleasures all mine, dear'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112761523475903715</id><published>2005-09-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:27:14.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing the War Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/kissingthewargoodbye.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/400/kissingthewargoodbye.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112761523475903715?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112761523475903715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112761523475903715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112761523475903715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112761523475903715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/09/kissing-war-goodbye.html' title='Kissing the War Goodbye'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112743161393850049</id><published>2005-09-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:26:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/gloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/320/gloom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say i basically only went to 1st period and lunch.... and i feel exhausted basically in every which way possible. i had the strongest feeling today of "getting away from it all" and just being anywhere else in the world than where i was right then. it's a bit stormy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;now i fear that i may taste these tears rolling down my face and realize something is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;with the light of the sun in the color of the sky with you and everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~phantom planet~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112743161393850049?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112743161393850049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112743161393850049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112743161393850049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112743161393850049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112727863423910647</id><published>2005-09-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:26:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I STEPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;today since the rest of the school had those i-steps, the juniors and seniors didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/1600/CB058961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/530/320/CB058961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; to come to school till 11:30. that was awesome. i hated taking i-steps, and finally i feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; i got somethin outta them....getting to sleep in! sleep is quite sacred to me. anyway... i a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;lso got to go to lunch (you could call it my breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;if you want) with my 2 favorite girls!!! i always have a good time with both of them, and today was no exception... we need to do stuff like that more often. then me and rockl proceeded to go to "old faithful" and survive through 5th-8th period. yep and went to the volleyball games with nick and betsy...then came home and watched JD become a rockstar lol. tomorrows already wednesday.... this week has gone by fast, maybe its cuz i had such a good weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;gimme one 'cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one is best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt;, confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;give me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace of mind &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;don't forget the rest of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;give me strength, reserve control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;give me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;and give me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;wounds that heal and cracks that fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;show me your own politik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;but give me love over this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112727863423910647?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112727863423910647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112727863423910647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112727863423910647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112727863423910647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-steps.html' title='I STEPS'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112517183949143159</id><published>2005-08-27T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:05:55.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>demons</title><content type='html'>My words confuse you&lt;br /&gt;My eyes don't move a blink&lt;br /&gt;cause it's easier sometimes&lt;br /&gt;not to be sincere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I make you believe, believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I speak, I cross my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Will you know you've been deceived?&lt;br /&gt;I find a need to be the demon.&lt;br /&gt;A demon cannot be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honest is easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiction's where genius lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's easier sometimes&lt;br /&gt;not to be involved&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I make you believe, believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I speak, I cross my fingers&lt;br /&gt;will you know you've been deceived?&lt;br /&gt;I find a need to be the demon&lt;br /&gt;A demon cannot be hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi favorito banda de un momento&lt;/span&gt;.... GUSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112517183949143159?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112517183949143159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112517183949143159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112517183949143159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112517183949143159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/08/demons.html' title='demons'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</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-15688429.post-112475453789352772</id><published>2005-08-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:48:57.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Rachel kinda 'inspired' me to start a new blog, fresh from the one i used for school last year. I really don't know what i'll write about...whatever comes to mind, lyrics, just whatever...alright well that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15688429-112475453789352772?l=fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/feeds/112475453789352772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15688429&amp;postID=112475453789352772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112475453789352772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15688429/posts/default/112475453789352772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fantasticallydreadful.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00119501919646468688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
