<?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-684236071212349075</id><updated>2012-02-03T09:22:06.569-08:00</updated><category term='selfish'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='toxic'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>scattered thundershowers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684236071212349075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>partlycloudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983053864407362673</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684236071212349075.post-1724434209921427130</id><published>2007-04-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:15:02.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toxic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>how to save a life...-the fray</title><content type='html'>This song is on loop on my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;Smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;You begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;Pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;Lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people insist on being senseless when it comes to relationships and life? Yes, there's always room for mistakes - shit happens, its supposed to. But for some people, there's ONLY room for mistakes and shits about the only thing that makes sense to them. i'm just venting.. i've managed to alienate everyone in my world by the perpetual bright happy smile, coz I learned from their insensitivity that there's only room for their issues and crap. I was there, shoulder, arms, DVD's, games, chocolate, magazines, ear and all.and this is their response to a hint of pain on my side - stop feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harshness is always cutting, and i shouldn't be surprised. but i am, every time. I get a jolt of hurt shock every time.I realize i'm too young (earliest 20's) to say I am tired of everything, but its okay for everyone to say they want to DIE because some idiot at 15 years of age didn't love them back! Its OK for everyone to say their lives just plain SUCK, the perpetual whiney crap about the entire world not giving a shit about them.and I listen, I do so sympathetically, I don't enforce my views and advices unless they ask - so one day if I go through something exceptionally painful and I talk about it I get "my life is really hard now I don't need to know about your problems" and "stop your self-pity" and an all time classic "stop feeling sorry for yourself!" and of course all this is received with replaced morbidity, bright smile back, a sarcastic ‘sorry to bother you’ and a swift change of topic or a turned back. Before all I did was stare confusedly at them not understanding what the hell just happened. Now i'm pretty used to the world's indifference - yes, they are more important, they are all special and unique and I am too young to feel. to hurt. to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over yourselves I want to yell. I want them all to receive the indifference they give. I want to stop giving to people that don't deserve it. Love is over-rated, because people are corrupt. ffs, give me my moment of self pity and learn to bite your cheek if you feel your life is more worthy, your pain more intense - everyone goes through crap, some find a pets death to be excruciatingly painful, others have people they love dying. Support each other, we are all different and our grieving ways are different, the way we react to life’s knocks are diverse, it doesn’t matter how old you are or how young you are – and no ones pain is comparable to another’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say, the people I refer to here will never change. From today onwards I am consciously removing toxic friends – even family, and him. I’m not going to isolate myself. But I will never let another self-involved, self-absorbed loser waste my time again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684236071212349075-1724434209921427130?l=unexpected-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/1724434209921427130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684236071212349075&amp;postID=1724434209921427130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684236071212349075/posts/default/1724434209921427130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684236071212349075/posts/default/1724434209921427130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-save-life-fray.html' title='how to save a life...-the fray'/><author><name>partlycloudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983053864407362673</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-684236071212349075.post-949056246280324538</id><published>2007-04-08T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:06:06.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tagged again - by lady! Rules: answer each question with 3 words.&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;1. Where is your cell phone? - on the desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Boyfriend/girlfriend? – dun have noboddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Hair? – its growing wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Your mother? – is the coolest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Your father? – i adore him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Your favorite item(s)? – laptop, ipod, camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Your dream last night? – can't remember it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Your favorite drink? – i like water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Your dream guy/girl? – this changes frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. The room you are in? – is the lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Your fear? – die with regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. What do you want to be in 10 years? – successful and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Who did you hang out with last night? - seinfeld season 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. What are you not? – tactful, patient, sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Are you in love? - no. no. no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. One of your wish list items? – indoor swimming pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. What time is it? – just before midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. The last thing you did? – had a snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. What are you wearing? – purple/black pj's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. Your favorite book? – in 3 words?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. The last thing you ate? - bokomo chocolate pronutro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22. Your life? – could be worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. Your mood? – neutral and calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24. Your friends? – diverse and fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25. What are you thinking about right now? - i am hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26. What are you doing at this moment? - answering this tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27. Your summer? – lasts 10 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28. Your relationship status? - i am eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29. What is on your TV screen? – zip nada zilch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? eeyore doesn't laugh&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;I tag: &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;a href="http://spotlessmind-tainted.blogspot.com/"&gt;spotlessmind-tained&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomlyarbitrary.blogspot.com/"&gt;floydthebarber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684236071212349075-949056246280324538?l=unexpected-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/949056246280324538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684236071212349075&amp;postID=949056246280324538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684236071212349075/posts/default/949056246280324538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684236071212349075/posts/default/949056246280324538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-no.html' title='oh no.'/><author><name>partlycloudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983053864407362673</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-684236071212349075.post-7075666457369839590</id><published>2007-03-28T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:58:57.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*tagged*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My very first post. I was lazy to write about something, plus, who is going to read this?? None of my friends blog, they all type with two fingers! Gimme some luv, show yer support for ronery rirr'l me:)&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;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://singleguyct.blogspot.com/"&gt;singleguy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5 things people don't know about me...&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;1. I talk to myself, like I'm my own live journal. Maybe this is freaky, I sometimes wonder if I'm going insane but then, I like to think we're our own best advisors and if more people spoke to themselves they wouldn't burden others, or screw up, or be too weak to make decisions. ya.&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;2. I used to behave very OCD'ish before - if the ground/floor had darker and lighter shades I had to step like so: right foot in the dark or shadowy spots, left foot in the lighter areas, it would annoy me when there was a sudden expanse of light or dark - ANYWAY I realized this is freaky behaviour and so stopped. JUST LIKE THAT. I am not mad.&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;3. I hate finding hair that has fallen, on white floors, or my clothing - inside or out. it - must - be - removed.&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;4. I have loved only geeky guys. Yea I find Wentworth Miller über hot, but I will most likely end up with a geek. Think - peter petrelli with rimless glasses *dreamy*&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;5. I want a tattoo and a tongue ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/684236071212349075-7075666457369839590?l=unexpected-storm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/feeds/7075666457369839590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=684236071212349075&amp;postID=7075666457369839590' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684236071212349075/posts/default/7075666457369839590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/684236071212349075/posts/default/7075666457369839590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unexpected-storm.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged.html' title='*tagged*'/><author><name>partlycloudy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983053864407362673</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>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
