<?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-9026481082057899269</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:01:13.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Daisy</title><subtitle type='html'>Being just frightened enough to never let go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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type='html'>is to back stab every single one of my friends&lt;br /&gt;and leave a voicemail message trying to make amends&lt;br /&gt;all the while hoping things work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight im watching a movie with aaron, so that should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow im going to dayton to visit tommy. hes gonna get my name tattooed on his butt.&lt;br /&gt;then the rest of the weekend, idk. dustin moves in today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i miss josh&lt;br /&gt;i miss sam&lt;br /&gt;i miss james&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bored and dull today.&lt;br /&gt;i hate tv&lt;br /&gt;i hate eating&lt;br /&gt;i hate laying&lt;br /&gt;sitting&lt;br /&gt;standing&lt;br /&gt;moving&lt;br /&gt;showering.&lt;br /&gt;its just one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4131485631754822189</id><published>2012-01-09T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:24:22.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im tired</title><content type='html'>it was nice to be home for like three seconds. cant wait to be back home again this weekend. still not sure when im coming but i am excited to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to write a paper for a class but my computer is still downloading the reading for the paper so im blogging while i wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and dont worry about that last post. its nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;im not motivated for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tired'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8696915283780920994</id><published>2012-01-07T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:39:40.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so tired</title><content type='html'>and i feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw. i think i have a dude&lt;br /&gt;no big deal&lt;br /&gt;you dont even want to know, i promise ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will have to be okay with cincinnati for now.&lt;br /&gt;im bored with tyler though, ew. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8810077395141158772?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8810077395141158772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=8810077395141158772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8810077395141158772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8810077395141158772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-boys.html' title='i love boys'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-1834054319445211980</id><published>2011-12-27T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:56:47.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break</title><content type='html'>it's almost over. i mean technically i still have a week, but its all bisected by the weekend and stuff. so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;im going back to cincinnati to have people over for new years, and im excited for that. it should be decently fun i hope. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div 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everyone!'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8570299773993097378</id><published>2011-12-19T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:33:40.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not enjoying this christmas break as much as i thought i would. i really just want to go home but alex wants me to stay one more night to hang out with her. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i really need to go christmas shopping again too. i love buying people presents when i actually have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/3941502185890982525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/3941502185890982525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/12/dougie.html' title='Dougie'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CF_gLyFb3T8/TugaldQWf8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/3g035DDLAOQ/s72-c/1210112018b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-520955832260390515</id><published>2011-12-10T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T02:21:46.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel a little bit better</title><content type='html'>im actually kind of just excited to be going home now. im excited to see all my friends. im also really excited christmas is coming up. i want to get everyone something really nice for christmas so ive been doing some online shopping and such. =] lets hope i find perfect gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always have problems finding stuff for my father though.&lt;br /&gt;i am googling good gifts to give a dad for christmas and this list seriously has "autobiography journal" and "personalized bath robe" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good god. lol. i need MAN gift ideas, not the golden girls secret santa gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and heres my new art project. its my metals project. i havent come up with a title for it yet, but im still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYnMUl8gjpo/TuMxj24hgqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/64w4KTTXGqE/s1600/DSC04554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYnMUl8gjpo/TuMxj24hgqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/64w4KTTXGqE/s400/DSC04554.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize for how crappy this picture is. anyways, its a hot air balloon made from metal rods that i bent using the forge and then welded together. i then cut and sewed together a covering made from canvas and attached the bottom half of it and strung it from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BgwvbEFzH0/TuMyQyb3ZcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yaQb_VCGhpI/s1600/DSC04552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0BgwvbEFzH0/TuMyQyb3ZcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yaQb_VCGhpI/s320/DSC04552.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd82IUazD4M/TuMyWYb_qzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lC5N6crxtc0/s1600/DSC04553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd82IUazD4M/TuMyWYb_qzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/lC5N6crxtc0/s320/DSC04553.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;the bottles and cloud of metal wire are conceptual. guess which ones filled with spit! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmk well i think im finally heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-520955832260390515?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/520955832260390515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=520955832260390515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/520955832260390515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/520955832260390515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-little-bit-better.html' title='i feel a little bit better'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYnMUl8gjpo/TuMxj24hgqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/64w4KTTXGqE/s72-c/DSC04554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4615879962496058665</id><published>2011-12-07T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:50:00.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know if you've noticed</title><content type='html'>but im hurt.&lt;br /&gt;and the longer it takes you to reconcile, the less i respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, im done with school for the holidays. so thats alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4615879962496058665?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4615879962496058665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4615879962496058665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4615879962496058665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4615879962496058665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-if-youve-noticed.html' title='i don&apos;t know if you&apos;ve noticed'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4392731472592337201</id><published>2011-12-06T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T06:14:26.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was riddled with stress this weekend</title><content type='html'>and disappointment but thats something different entirely. i only have to exams, one online and one on wednesday. the wednesday one is going to be really tough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that....i finished both of my studio critiques. =] they went really well. and other big events in my life are going alright. i had an emotional breakdown with dustin yesterday that made me realize a bunch of stuff about myself. its really good to be able to discuss my artwork with people who know what they are talking about and are interested in me and my process. i guess its like...i don't get to have these discussions very often. i usually refuse to even go there with people because its not worth explaining things to them when i know they won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, he said i was frighteningly intelligent. he said he didnt know it until the other day and he realized and he was like woah. i think it crept up on him. that made me happy. then he said other nice stuff that made me feel good, in conversation. it was a really good talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i just showered and i have to get ready to go up to sculpture studio for a breakfast/cleanup which should be really fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4392731472592337201?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4392731472592337201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4392731472592337201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4392731472592337201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4392731472592337201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-was-riddled-with-stress-this-weekend.html' title='i was riddled with stress this weekend'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2325014782148536859</id><published>2011-12-02T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:07:54.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>productivity</title><content type='html'>so im feeling pretty good right now because things went well the past few days. last night some of my studio friends and alex came over and spent the night and watched movies and ordered pizza and did other college stuffs and it was so fun. i barely slept so i felt like poop today but i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;right now im cuddling with dougie on the couch =] i just finished my english placement essay and now im going to sign up for a few classes then take a shower&lt;br /&gt;because tonight aaron, kevin, trinity, michael, and alex and i are going to Hofbrau =] we're taking the bus and it should be a grand time. im so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things are &amp;nbsp;good currently. im still stressed but last night seriously helped and i hope tonight is good too. i have a lot of work to get done tomorrow and sunday but hopefully it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words of encouragement this week would be nice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-2325014782148536859?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4036608982157277717</id><published>2011-11-28T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T14:27:33.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell week</title><content type='html'>i guess technically im supposed to be stressed this week, but i feel like i'm taking everything fairly well considering everything i have to do. im just compartmentalizing it into little day by day catagories and if i stick to that, i think i shall be just fine. if i don't, expect me to be a puddle of death by the end of next week lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a really average day that felt crappy because i felt all bloated and sleepy all day. plus its rainy. but for the most part, i think this week is going to be nice. tomorrow is aarons birthday =] im really excited. he turns 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're going to celebrate by me making him dinner and stuffs. so im pretty excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4036608982157277717?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4036608982157277717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4036608982157277717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4036608982157277717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4036608982157277717'/><link 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tired'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-433381274307675329</id><published>2011-11-25T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:18:17.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>i had a lot of fun last night Black friday shopping. dylan, cody, spencer, and ryan went with trin and i. it was fun. it was really nice to see dylan because hes the one i havent seen for the longest. its funny how he was practically my older brother for almost ten years and now i dont get to see him often. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of going back to cincinnati tonight. i dont want to leave but i want to be there because i want to see joel and work on my projects. i have a lot of things due that i dont have finished yet. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-433381274307675329?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/433381274307675329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=433381274307675329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/433381274307675329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then aaron came over last night and we watched Sweeney Todd and i made us dinner and it was delicious and it was just really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to go read a long book about sex and then write a book review on it. then im going to my studio because Dan promised me i could paint his nails. how wonderful of him. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-145694215619237855?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/145694215619237855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=145694215619237855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and hang out with my aunt because she is never in town. all i wanted was to relax and try to forget how horribly stressed and difficult my life has been lately. but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;i should have just stayed in cincinnati this weekend because now, not only am i still stressed about the fact that i didnt get any project work done this weekend, but i barely got to see my aunt, i had to put up with doing stupid shit for everyone all weekend, i didnt get to spend any time with bailey because her rude new boyfriend was around all the time, and i lost my phone. so now i have no money, a crappy broken phone that i can barely text on because the buttons are so small, and a wasted weekend.&lt;br /&gt;honestly i just want to leave now and not say goodbye to anyone and cry the entire trip home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-1436038904599154764?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-9039864692725270595</id><published>2011-11-16T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:14:37.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a blog</title><content type='html'>filled with weird feelings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-9039864692725270595?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/9039864692725270595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-126330295681536446</id><published>2011-11-15T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:35:03.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well.</title><content type='html'>im absolutely dead. so dead. dead.&lt;br /&gt;i was so stressed this weekend that i just curled up in a ball and cried last night. i guess the worst of it is over but it comes in waves so i really only have so long before it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres just so much going on. i feel like such crap.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling like i have problems with people &amp;nbsp;but i can't discuss it with them properly. i feel like problems need to be talked out. i wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;and then sometimes i just feel like i have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;its just so hard sometimes. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just miss elyse so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-126330295681536446?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/126330295681536446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=126330295681536446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/126330295681536446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/126330295681536446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/11/well.html' title='well.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-93108403827160465</id><published>2011-11-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:19:11.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel drained</title><content type='html'>i've had &amp;nbsp;a really rough go of it lately. but i feel happy about the way i have handled things.&lt;br /&gt;i took the high road when i really, really didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;i let little things slide in a situation where i was really eager to hold on to them forever.&lt;br /&gt;i told elyse how i feel and i honestly think i let go.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i had a much needed conversation that brought aaron and i a little closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then last night, i watched Nick and Norahs Infinite Playlist and ate macaroni and cheese pizza with aaron =]. that was fantastic. and today im working on a few projects that should make this household a little better. im making a lamp and kind of redecorating, plus trinity and i are going to go shopping for a new bath rug and some other essentials that we no longer have. but for the most part, we are a fully functional household that now feels less tense and a little freer. even alex said it feels better in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i feel really good about it. im going to officially move on with my life and be happy. well, i hope. i can't really control everything so i dont KNOW that i will be happy. but i have a pretty good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sick all last week so i forgot that mom made me puppy chow and i stashed it in my room. so last night i was trying to find this big pretty skirt that im making into a lampshade, and i stumbled across two huge bags of delicious chocolatey goodness and trinity and aaron and i had a celebratory feast. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not always get along with people, but i am not a bad person. i am not unhealthy to live with, and people like me. i am a good friend to the people who put the time and effort into being in my life and i try my best every day for them. i have grown up so much and people are even telling me that they are impressed with the type of character ive shown and the way i handle things now as compared to how i used to. i can feel myself growing into an adult, and even if i am not quite there yet, i am well on my way. i dont feel like i need to prove that to the people who aren't worth my time or effort. from now on, my energy goes into the ones who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres that, thats my story. this weekend i am going to spend my time catching up on school work, finding a job, playing with kittens, and fixing up things to go in my house. i feel good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-93108403827160465?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/93108403827160465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=93108403827160465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/93108403827160465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everyone was shouting and commentary was happening and acting with the movie in the background. it was just sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ixj8PWvGkI/Tq-IVf7GRdI/AAAAAAAAATw/QvR_BvjI_Zg/s1600/DSC04402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ixj8PWvGkI/Tq-IVf7GRdI/AAAAAAAAATw/QvR_BvjI_Zg/s400/DSC04402.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we got all dressed up, and obviously i was magenta. =]&lt;br /&gt;she didnt really dress up but whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam is apparently on his way to cinci. so he will be here any minute now, which im so excited about. i left dougie at aarons house because i didnt want him to be alone and i was gone all day. but sam is here now. bye =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8985125860521404048?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8985125860521404048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=8985125860521404048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8985125860521404048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8985125860521404048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ixj8PWvGkI/Tq-IVf7GRdI/AAAAAAAAATw/QvR_BvjI_Zg/s72-c/DSC04402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-485187582680165549</id><published>2011-10-31T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T06:05:31.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense.</title><content type='html'>all of it. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant wait until allt his drama is over with and i can enjoy living here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cincinnati and i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;friends i made for myself&lt;br /&gt;by working hard and being personable. by treating them right and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-485187582680165549?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/485187582680165549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=485187582680165549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/485187582680165549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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home and says hes a farmer&lt;br /&gt;and the dads like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"now don't you be calling yourself a farmer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. it just makes me angry sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this weekend will be good though. im tryin to be Rosy The Riveter for halloween. =] i hope i feel well enough by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4785880775390309105?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-5126648608097227068</id><published>2011-10-26T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:38:19.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>im finally starting to get better&lt;br /&gt;which helps.&lt;br /&gt;i reallllllllllllllllllly need to make sure that im getting my stuff together for classes because i havent been to class since last wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-5126648608097227068?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8712128154560318634</id><published>2011-10-25T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:28:24.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm</title><content type='html'>proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i have strep.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8712128154560318634?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8712128154560318634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2494227581770847464</id><published>2011-10-18T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:29:37.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new tv</title><content type='html'>i really like this new tv.&lt;br /&gt;right now amber and trinity and trinitys friend and i are watching The Hills Have Eyes on it. its a creepy movie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but i did my nails and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people bug me&lt;br /&gt;and when they do, i absolutely do not want to agree with anything they say.&lt;br /&gt;so even if their point is accurate, i disagree because they are too annoying to be allowed to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-738604878637743695</id><published>2011-10-15T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:23:31.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff and junk.</title><content type='html'>i'm not mad anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm honestly not even upset.&lt;br /&gt;rachel has every right to care and be worried&lt;br /&gt;and if i was her, i would be the exact same way. she only sees one side of the story and she cares for elyse, so i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the day we stopped being friends last year. so obviously ive been bipolar and depressed and crying all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, elyse, i want you to know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;for once im speaking directly to you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you will read this but if you do, you now know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-738604878637743695?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/738604878637743695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=738604878637743695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/738604878637743695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/738604878637743695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/stuff-and-junk.html' title='stuff and junk.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8989563710039237120</id><published>2011-10-15T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:34:39.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i will never understand.</title><content type='html'>elyse posts my personal stuff about the fight we had, exposing feelings that were clearly between me and her on her blog. i got very upset, sobbing, and texted her to tell her not to post stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the response i got back was "its my blog and i will post whatever i want because the people who care about me want to know whats going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sympathy for my feelings or for the fact that she was laying me bare to the general public. no respect to the fact that it was private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i make a blog post about her, not one about our fight, just about stuff..... i get a message from her girlfriend telling me i need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making me out to be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its obvious&lt;br /&gt;that all i do&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;all i ever do&lt;br /&gt;is react spitefully to the things she does and says that kill me inside.&lt;br /&gt;"i love randomly deleting people i hate from facebook"&lt;br /&gt;and then, im deleted.&lt;br /&gt;i spent three hours sobbing over that.&lt;br /&gt;she probably didnt think i would even notice.&lt;br /&gt;but i did.&lt;br /&gt;i always do.&lt;br /&gt;because i still love her.&lt;br /&gt;always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this birthday is going to be miserable, just like the last one. because all i can think about is how she isn't here. shes somewhere else, hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8989563710039237120?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8989563710039237120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=8989563710039237120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8989563710039237120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8989563710039237120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-will-never-understand.html' title='things i will never understand.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2523001155647771161</id><published>2011-10-13T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T21:43:07.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horribly depressed</title><content type='html'>right when it becomes the best day of my life, something has to go horribly wrong. ive spent the past few hours crying. no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, my kitten is licking the inside of my ear like aunt amy riley used to. so that helps.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i dont have to get rid of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-2523001155647771161?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2523001155647771161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=2523001155647771161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2523001155647771161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2523001155647771161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/horribly-depressed.html' title='horribly depressed'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-1668672601551849748</id><published>2011-10-12T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:30:50.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>everyone. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i have no money and im stressed about everything. and it sucks so bad because my birthday is sunday and im so excited but at the same time im afraid its going to be awful because it will be the first birthday im not home for. and there will be no one here to decorate or make it special. i dont even know what im going to do. im so afraid it will suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-1668672601551849748?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/1668672601551849748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=1668672601551849748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1668672601551849748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1668672601551849748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-5050397934818231239</id><published>2011-10-07T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:18:40.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that last post</title><content type='html'>was bogus. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what this artificial feeling of remorse is but i dont want that back at all. my current friends are swaggin like hefty and she's got game like a paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-5050397934818231239?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/5050397934818231239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=5050397934818231239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5050397934818231239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5050397934818231239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-last-post.html' title='that last post'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4623497002335309598</id><published>2011-10-06T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:21:34.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i</title><content type='html'>miss elyse a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess then i remember how she is now. and how i dont really like who she has turned into.&lt;br /&gt;and how my dad never liked her anyways, and how neither did a lot of my friends. and how other people dont like who she is now too. people really close to me. and how i know that we could never recover from everything that happened. and how she hates me and has no compassion for anything to do with me ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sometimes i just think about when we would go to school dances and i would always put her underwear in my shirt halfway through the dance when she would get tired of wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;or like when we would get up in the middle of the night and sit at her kitchen table talking and making too much noise as we cooked food we didnt really need.&lt;br /&gt;or that time she was having an emotional breakdown about prom behind the curtains of the musical and i sang "dear prudence" to her and combed her hair with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;or like when when she used to make things and secretly put them on my locker just because she cared about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess sometimes i just feel like i put so much time and effort into loving someone and caring about them and now they disappeared off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;not a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4623497002335309598?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4623497002335309598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4623497002335309598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4623497002335309598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4623497002335309598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-i.html' title='sometimes i'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-563334773367324433</id><published>2011-10-04T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:05:54.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things are really weird lately</title><content type='html'>ive made some big changes&lt;br /&gt;and the one thing i want&lt;br /&gt;is for people to just relax when they find out about them lol.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to have to explain my life story to everyone who flips out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lately'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2539541178358225589</id><published>2011-10-01T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:26:49.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you to everyone</title><content type='html'>in my family&lt;br /&gt;who has ever made me smile&lt;br /&gt;who has ever taught me something i didnt already know&lt;br /&gt;who was ever excited to see me&lt;br /&gt;in the nail polish companies&lt;br /&gt;who invented oreos&lt;br /&gt;that loves fall like i do&lt;br /&gt;fighting for a cause&lt;br /&gt;taking beautiful pictures for me to keep reblogging&lt;br /&gt;partying on my street at night&lt;br /&gt;making my school beautiful&lt;br /&gt;with high spirits&lt;br /&gt;who thinks im pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people make my life good.&lt;br /&gt;i feel good right now&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow i wont, but for now i feel like i may be starting to figure out who i am. and thats so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-2539541178358225589?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2539541178358225589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=2539541178358225589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2539541178358225589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2539541178358225589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you-to-everyone.html' title='thank you to everyone'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7200997662028336667</id><published>2011-09-18T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:47:40.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>201st post.</title><content type='html'>i really wish that everyone i know would send me care packages. and then my classes would switch around to be more to my liking. and i could have 5 kittens. and then go to parties and meet boys and make new friends that i love and be surrounded by awesome. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now im about to watch dexter and eat hamburger helper with aaron.&lt;br /&gt;that sounds lovely enough =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7200997662028336667?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7200997662028336667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7200997662028336667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7200997662028336667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7200997662028336667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/09/201st-post.html' title='201st post.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-1456504666746376869</id><published>2011-09-11T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:35:43.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh geeze.</title><content type='html'>i am so freaking tired of you and all of the things you have recently decided you are now some sort of super advocate for. just be a person. stop thinking you need to represent something every second of the day just to be real. you are so irritating and uninteresting that it absolutely kills me. i hope you're having fun distorting all of the views that you took from me. good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-1456504666746376869?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/1456504666746376869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=1456504666746376869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1456504666746376869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1456504666746376869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-geeze.html' title='oh geeze.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4064315597954088936</id><published>2011-09-08T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:12:00.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if</title><content type='html'>anybody has a good reason why i should get dressed today.....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wwellllll, actually, im making dinner for aaron.&lt;br /&gt;potatoes and bbq chicken&lt;br /&gt;and then pudding cake for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because i love being a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4064315597954088936?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4064315597954088936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4064315597954088936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4064315597954088936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4064315597954088936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/09/if.html' title='if'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-5614882134389320400</id><published>2011-08-23T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:11:24.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im angry.&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one reads this anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-5614882134389320400?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/5614882134389320400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=5614882134389320400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5614882134389320400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5614882134389320400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-5355453534844151741</id><published>2011-08-17T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:28:45.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a big kid now</title><content type='html'>so im acting like one by making an important decision. i mean, maybe not to everyone else. but to me its a big deal because it means i have to swallow my pride. which is something im not very good at doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BS8_hnuvuEA/Tkx4InawZOI/AAAAAAAAATc/vpGiyphM4yA/s1600/0816112357a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BS8_hnuvuEA/Tkx4InawZOI/AAAAAAAAATc/vpGiyphM4yA/s400/0816112357a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he really is my best friend. i love him =]&lt;br /&gt;he helped everything be great last night and it was so good to see him for a night before he had to go back to school. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well right now i am in tennessee with my family and we are spending a long weekend at amy's cabin before school starts for them. i, myself, still have over a month before classes start. haha. so thats nice.&lt;br /&gt;its chilly in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling a little better about stuff but honestly i still feel confused and unhappy most of the time. i feel like no one in my life measures up to what they should be. i want someone to swoop in and teach me what happiness is. i dont think thats how it works, but i like to believe in that fairy tale. i want pretty woman. minus the prostitution. well, hell. the prositution if it means i get a rich hottie with a personality that is everything i want. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-5355453534844151741?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/5355453534844151741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=5355453534844151741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5355453534844151741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5355453534844151741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-big-kid-now.html' title='i&apos;m a big kid now'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BS8_hnuvuEA/Tkx4InawZOI/AAAAAAAAATc/vpGiyphM4yA/s72-c/0816112357a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-1294088756138521186</id><published>2011-08-11T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:21:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whateverrs.</title><content type='html'>i'm not your toy&lt;br /&gt;this isn't another girl&lt;br /&gt;meets boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl42osDAR2U/TkRxrD_VxWI/AAAAAAAAATY/qgF3NmCg8dc/s1600/Snapshot_20101219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl42osDAR2U/TkRxrD_VxWI/AAAAAAAAATY/qgF3NmCg8dc/s640/Snapshot_20101219.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i cannot be responsible for how you feel about the things i am or the things i do.&lt;br /&gt;that kind of pressure builds up until&lt;br /&gt;i just do not&lt;br /&gt;give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;keep it in mind that your opinion is a screeching burden on my existence and &amp;nbsp;i will not be bothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-1294088756138521186?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/1294088756138521186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=1294088756138521186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1294088756138521186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1294088756138521186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/08/whateverrs.html' title='whateverrs.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl42osDAR2U/TkRxrD_VxWI/AAAAAAAAATY/qgF3NmCg8dc/s72-c/Snapshot_20101219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7620345238004333252</id><published>2011-08-09T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:54:18.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm done</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;making tremendous mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that affect me and the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;mistakes that could ruin my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats it.&lt;br /&gt;im done&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7620345238004333252?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7620345238004333252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7620345238004333252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7620345238004333252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7620345238004333252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-done.html' title='i&apos;m done'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7893533955338822175</id><published>2011-08-05T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:29:49.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so heres the dealio. ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pimp bones in my body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock them body hottie&lt;br /&gt;rock them like lottie dottie.&lt;br /&gt;but thats besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhuhuhahaha. im having fun lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont tell you that i love you&lt;br /&gt;kiss or hug you&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm bluffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7893533955338822175?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7893533955338822175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7893533955338822175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7893533955338822175'/><link rel='self' 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well. i just wish everything wasn't always so dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think its really funny when people think they know someone&lt;br /&gt;and then i just laugh because i know what they are saying isnt true&lt;br /&gt;because im closer to that person than they are&lt;br /&gt;and i know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also...about tonight...&lt;br /&gt;i tried. i really did. it seems like it may be a no go.&lt;br /&gt;but hey...try try again ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7186238747054136051?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7186238747054136051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8326623802703029832</id><published>2011-07-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T22:14:15.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buh,</title><content type='html'>i just want a guy with a little heart and soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Guy 1: infinite heart but little soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 2: lots of soul but little heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 3: lots of both. perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS...guy 3 is Mr. Way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. if only, baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8326623802703029832?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8326623802703029832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=8326623802703029832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8326623802703029832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8326623802703029832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/07/buh.html' title='buh,'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-959118598163944679</id><published>2011-07-28T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:40:39.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tales of suck.</title><content type='html'>so yesterday was weird.&lt;br /&gt;the first half of the day i felt like crap. it was really hard and i wanted to drown myself.&lt;br /&gt;then the second half, some awesome stuff happened and i felt like a cherry pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk i had with bryan last night helped. i think we were both so lost in what we thought was going on that neither of us took the time to just ask what was actually going on. and then i got the guts to just be blunt and then everything seemed clearer and it seemed to work out well for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;and i was really happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;but now im not so sure...because even though i THOUGHT we worked it out and we're on the same page...i still get that vibe that we totally arent.&lt;br /&gt;women are born with a natural intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what im trying to say is that im going to go bash my head against something until im too old to even remember why i started. and then im going to move to florida and live in a community of old people and play chess until i die of natural causes. or the smokey shit air of florida. either one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys are stupid. its so weird how i can talk and talk and say how i feel a thousand times over and he can just nod and sit there, being completely ambiguous. and then in the end i FEEL like we both talked it out and we agree, but then the next day i realize hey wait, he didnt actually say anything. lol.&lt;br /&gt;and im not just saying bryan, i mean aaron too.&lt;br /&gt;and colin&lt;br /&gt;and derek&lt;br /&gt;and haiden&lt;br /&gt;and sam.&lt;br /&gt;and every other boy who has ever waltzed up to me and punched me in the gut with his sparkling eyes and playful banter.&lt;br /&gt;curse you, charming boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-959118598163944679?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/959118598163944679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-3628956848942552396</id><published>2011-07-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:26:47.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you will bring beauty from my pain.</title><content type='html'>after all this has passed&lt;br /&gt;i still will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;things would be better&lt;br /&gt;if i could just clench my teeth and breathe in some honeysweet water.&lt;br /&gt;and my lips would swell and my eyes would glaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think probably the best decision is for me to throw myself into something new and something with absolutely no risks or chances. something absolute.&lt;br /&gt;yes, even more absolute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-3628956848942552396?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/3628956848942552396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=3628956848942552396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/3628956848942552396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/3628956848942552396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-will-bring-beauty-from-my-pain.html' title='you will bring beauty from my pain.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4843016650474127781</id><published>2011-07-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:57:37.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get a grip.</title><content type='html'>i'm so damn tired of having to explain myself to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;you sleep with 8 people a week&lt;br /&gt;and you dont even know what a healthy relationship looks like because you're too damn afraid to be committed to someone.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of you can go to hell because i listen to your damn problems 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way things are now&lt;br /&gt;undecided and polyamorous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;i'm actually happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4843016650474127781?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4843016650474127781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4843016650474127781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4843016650474127781'/><link rel='self' 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slumber party with amber at our new apartment =D&lt;br /&gt;we are going to bring junk food and speakers and ambers bringing an air mattress. it will be quite lovely.&lt;br /&gt;and i get to see bryan. which i am nervous about, actually. but i suppose i will live =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAeLv40z2ck/TioRqibe_9I/AAAAAAAAATU/slvDNfG70Cw/s1600/0717112140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAeLv40z2ck/TioRqibe_9I/AAAAAAAAATU/slvDNfG70Cw/s400/0717112140.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really excited to move back to cincinnati but i think i should get on top of seeing people here before i run back there. i havent really been hanging out with people like i should. soon i wont be able to and that will bum me out. it was nice to be reassured that time doesnt really change my relationship with these people though. these friendships last apparently. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also excited to decorate the apartment though. thats what im most excited for. tomorrow i have to start packing all my crap up into the suburban because thats the car im driving down, which is totally going to suuuuccckkk, but oh well. gotta do what i gotta do. hopefully i dont wreck. oooh, or mistake nyquil for dayquil again like that one time i had a cold. i drove two and a half hours all drugged up on nyquil and i couldnt understand why i was falling asleep and i could see anything lol. then when i got there, i passed out for three hours. lol. weirdest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think this trip will be good for me. its nice to be old enough to kinda make choices like this =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i switched my gauges. =] so thats going smoothly this time. i really like it. its easier than i thought it would be. i mean, it hurts sometimes, but thats not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6715770309243022468?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6715770309243022468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6715770309243022468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6715770309243022468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6715770309243022468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-it-when-trinity-is-sad.html' title='i hate it when trinity is sad.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAeLv40z2ck/TioRqibe_9I/AAAAAAAAATU/slvDNfG70Cw/s72-c/0717112140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7029542072236074776</id><published>2011-07-19T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:13:26.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Anyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvgkL0KAagI/TiYdUI65YyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fz3wznOP1Lw/s1600/File0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvgkL0KAagI/TiYdUI65YyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fz3wznOP1Lw/s400/File0006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;can you turn my black roses red?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7029542072236074776?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7029542072236074776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7029542072236074776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7029542072236074776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7029542072236074776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-anyone.html' title='Dear Anyone.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvgkL0KAagI/TiYdUI65YyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fz3wznOP1Lw/s72-c/File0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2667498216829873478</id><published>2011-07-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:45:36.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this time</title><content type='html'>i guess i have no real idea of where i am currently at.&lt;br /&gt;today complicated things further&lt;br /&gt;though i suppose i need not make up my mind quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i am eating junk food and watching The Pirates of the Carribean movies with bailey. its quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and writing in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;i dont much care for this journal but i certainly have lots to write about right now.&lt;br /&gt;this summer is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-il1UpgLVqVo/TiOch5B4_3I/AAAAAAAAATM/C1yxr7YZrrk/s1600/0707112103b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-il1UpgLVqVo/TiOch5B4_3I/AAAAAAAAATM/C1yxr7YZrrk/s400/0707112103b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Yo, ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;haul together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;hoist the colors high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Heave ho, thieves and beggars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;never shall we die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-2667498216829873478?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2667498216829873478/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-il1UpgLVqVo/TiOch5B4_3I/AAAAAAAAATM/C1yxr7YZrrk/s72-c/0707112103b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8525886963139623075</id><published>2011-07-14T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:38:05.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i keep on runnin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jD_h1uPmBm4/Th-K9T10vkI/AAAAAAAAATI/kjvddwu-3XI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jD_h1uPmBm4/Th-K9T10vkI/AAAAAAAAATI/kjvddwu-3XI/s400/images.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so things have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the game....has seriously changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;so im going to do whatever i want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;you think you know me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;bitch, you can't control me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;you're playing the game now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;just like him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i keep on runnin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;keep on runnin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;nothin works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i can't get away from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i keep on duckin'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;keep on duckin'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;nothing helps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i can't stop missin' you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8525886963139623075?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jD_h1uPmBm4/Th-K9T10vkI/AAAAAAAAATI/kjvddwu-3XI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4385002499040339577</id><published>2011-07-12T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:37:57.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an absolutely stunning day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkeKqmyz8r0/ThyUaAGC17I/AAAAAAAAATE/Dmr2fb9YoUw/s1600/File0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkeKqmyz8r0/ThyUaAGC17I/AAAAAAAAATE/Dmr2fb9YoUw/s400/File0003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this one's for bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4385002499040339577?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4385002499040339577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4385002499040339577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4385002499040339577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4385002499040339577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/07/absolutely-stunning-day.html' title='an absolutely stunning day.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkeKqmyz8r0/ThyUaAGC17I/AAAAAAAAATE/Dmr2fb9YoUw/s72-c/File0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7911772787148982765</id><published>2011-07-11T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:54:17.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there has to be some reason</title><content type='html'>that i get this way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-r4Bq1eLPg/ThubGIXiGSI/AAAAAAAAATA/lgqLOqMtcj0/s1600/File0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-r4Bq1eLPg/ThubGIXiGSI/AAAAAAAAATA/lgqLOqMtcj0/s400/File0009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are very simple.&lt;br /&gt;i like those things =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7911772787148982765?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-r4Bq1eLPg/ThubGIXiGSI/AAAAAAAAATA/lgqLOqMtcj0/s72-c/File0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-9222780699754028052</id><published>2011-07-07T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:21:56.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heres the story.</title><content type='html'>so, i'm watchin That 70's Show, right?&lt;br /&gt;like always, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and its the episode with the promise ring.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like donna right now&lt;br /&gt;when she has that dream sequence.&lt;br /&gt;and its complicated and confusing.&lt;br /&gt;so for everyone bugging me&lt;br /&gt;and wondering&lt;br /&gt;and shaking their head&lt;br /&gt;just watch that and you'll see what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;im 19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;how many times do i have to say that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish things were easier.&lt;br /&gt;and i REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY wish that i was in cincinnati. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;i miss trinity something fierce.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna see bryan.&lt;br /&gt;im so excited to be in my new apartment. i think this is going to be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-9222780699754028052?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/9222780699754028052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=9222780699754028052' title='0 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geeze.</title><content type='html'>what have i gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;why does everything have to be so complicated. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. okay so right now im actually happy and whether or not it makes everyone else happy, i think im just going to stick with that. right now i just need to be myself and figure myself out and stop apologizing for whether or not that inconveniences anyone else. i cant just sit around doing something because its fair for everyone else. sometimes i just need to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXXYGextqKo/ThNzl_ojkXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uYGUVUDQhrw/s1600/downsized_0704112131a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXXYGextqKo/ThNzl_ojkXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uYGUVUDQhrw/s400/downsized_0704112131a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yesterday was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt; July &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and it was pretty good. i didnt see many people i knew at all and i got really burnt at grans but i dont mind too much because i got some sun and i swam and it was really fun, actually. =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this morning i had a conversation i really needed to have with someone. it was good to just kinda recognize some stuff thats been going on lately. it doesnt necessarily make things any easier, but thats okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i think im going to take pictures for etsy, then im not sure what else. tonight im watching a movie with bailey once she is done with basketball. its been really nice to spend time with her and stuff. =] shes my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and know what else? well. i cant say that, i guess. but i will say this...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the things i think i want more than anything&lt;br /&gt;are absolutely worthless and i realize later that they suck.&lt;br /&gt;and that i shouldnt have wasted my time pining after them to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;because they arent the person you used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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geeze.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXXYGextqKo/ThNzl_ojkXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uYGUVUDQhrw/s72-c/downsized_0704112131a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7338796366971078675</id><published>2011-07-03T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:42:39.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a mess.</title><content type='html'>in the metaphorical sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think what we have going here is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;but it wont last&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but with me?&lt;br /&gt;nope. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;she was a street smart girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;but she can not lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;oooh no,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;my feelings are more important than yours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7338796366971078675?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7338796366971078675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7338796366971078675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7338796366971078675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nice to know i have a girl in my life that i can really talk to.&lt;br /&gt;and shes awkward and weird sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but i like the way she is. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i like Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;lately ive been over with the brinkmans a lot, and thats fun. they have logan and thomas over there all the time so its like a small party. they remind me of my childhood and i just feel really comfortable and its always entertaining. i missed them. and i missed sam and zach and amber. this summer is going to be great because i really know who i am now and thats so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wrote my first letter to elyse this summer.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt need to write it.&lt;br /&gt;i had nothing i NEEDED her to know. i just did it because she wanted me to. and i want to talk to her, but i feel like i didnt need to. which makes me feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_b__i1vcCk8/TgpILQ2MoOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/x7U0FyvC6yU/s1600/DSC03303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_b__i1vcCk8/TgpILQ2MoOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/x7U0FyvC6yU/s400/DSC03303.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my favorite shirt. and this was a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;today was good too though. its not really over.&lt;br /&gt;i want to rent movies and just relax with bailey tonight after basketball. so thats probably what i will do.&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad are talking about how they will be gone most of next week and everyone is going. i dont know if i am supposed to go with them or not. i hope not because having a while to just be alone would be nice. i wouldnt even wanna have people over or anything. i probably wouldnt leave the house at all lol. just watch redbox in my undleware. lol. that sounds nice. though, i miss babs a lot. wish she would stay home with me. i like hanging out with all of my friends but i miss her too. so hopefully she wont be too tired to watch movies with me tonight. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6070843797205278096?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6070843797205278096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6070843797205278096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7551909440068532136</id><published>2011-06-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:00:32.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the thoughts on today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;beauty i'd always missed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;with these eyes before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;just what the truth is, i can't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;say anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cause i love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, i love you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh, how i love you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;how i love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kid&lt;br /&gt;drives me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;in other news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;i really want some fruity pebbles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;and i had a great day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7551909440068532136?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7551909440068532136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7551909440068532136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7551909440068532136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7551909440068532136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-on-today.html' title='the thoughts on today.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8267959963372207221</id><published>2011-06-24T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:05:23.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime =]</title><content type='html'>uuuuuuggggh =]=]=]&lt;br /&gt;summer has officially begun and i can tell because tonight was amazing. i didnt expect it to be amazing but it really was and i had so much fun with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCPcDZp3x1M/TgVrqduSgsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/piE_pixoQfY/s1600/DSC03312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QCPcDZp3x1M/TgVrqduSgsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/piE_pixoQfY/s400/DSC03312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i love them =]&lt;br /&gt;and then i had a great time with aaron =] we ate totinos pizza and watched Get Smart. i missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a busy day tomorrow because i am waking up early to go to the Farmers Market uptown and then to The Mercantile with Aaron and then we are going to get sticky buns from The Dough Hook. then i am going to Thomas's (hes the one on the very left) graduation party with some friends and then mom wants me to go to church and then i was invited to a party. its going to be a great day. i hope all of summer is like this.&lt;br /&gt;if it is, i want it to be summer forever. these really are the best days of our lives, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really feelin it =]&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8267959963372207221?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8267959963372207221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=8267959963372207221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8267959963372207221'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>check it out now.</title><content type='html'>i think its about time i went home.&lt;br /&gt;this week, i will be working on a few projects but at the top of my list is my etsy stuff. i will post the link on here when i get it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the people i love. all of them, actually.&lt;br /&gt;this summer is going to be different than i thought it would be. but i think im okay with that&lt;br /&gt;because i feel pretty lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4770163665192340841?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4770163665192340841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4770163665192340841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4770163665192340841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4770163665192340841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/check-it-out-now.html' title='check it out now.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-3103973447788208872</id><published>2011-06-18T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:08:54.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm much better.</title><content type='html'>okay soooo...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much better. i slept for 12 hours last night&lt;br /&gt;i ate an entire carton of iced cream.&lt;br /&gt;i watched movies&lt;br /&gt;and journalled&lt;br /&gt;i even wrote in bryans journal a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;and i did something i've wanted to do for a long bit. =]&lt;br /&gt;i like it a lot, actually. and im sure some people wont. but they can just suck it because i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9IRcz-GDOI/TfzoktE3RlI/AAAAAAAAASw/kenKna2uYKE/s1600/DSC03272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9IRcz-GDOI/TfzoktE3RlI/AAAAAAAAASw/kenKna2uYKE/s400/DSC03272.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is my tattoo, which i keep trying to get mom to take me to get.&lt;br /&gt;siiiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really miss aaron and bryan. like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss zach and sam too, but not as much because whenever i see them i feel like i never left them hahaha. probably i will make sure we do something stupid soon. but actually, sam and i are going to cincinnati on thursday. =] so that will be excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry ive been so on edge and bitchy lately. i dont mean to be but i think probably after a year of doing what i want and not really being responsible for anyone else, its really tough to place myself back into this environment. and also, ive just had a lot of responsibility placed on me. ive driven over 25 hours this week. not a joke and NOT an exaggeration. and driving stresses me out a lot in general.&lt;br /&gt;so.....sawrry. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-3103973447788208872?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/3103973447788208872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=3103973447788208872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/3103973447788208872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/3103973447788208872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/mmmmm-much-better.html' title='mmmmm much better.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9IRcz-GDOI/TfzoktE3RlI/AAAAAAAAASw/kenKna2uYKE/s72-c/DSC03272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-3324615621203893226</id><published>2011-06-17T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:01:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah so basically...</title><content type='html'>i'm in this place where i feel like i don't care a whole lot about anything.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess probably what i'm going to do is just do what i want&lt;br /&gt;because it's no skin off my back if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bailey and i are in nashville and i was excited to be coming but now that i am here, i just dont know what i want. im not really in the mood for this and i'm still irritable from this past week. i can't handle the stress of all of that, it was horrible. and everyone seems to think this is some sort of damn life lesson for me or something and i'm like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;dude, back the hell off. you have no idea what i've been having to do with the resources i've been given. i'm only nineteen. so if you have something to say about it, just don't because i don't give two shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you know...one, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, i'm lacking bryan. not that we were getting along terribly well yesterday anyways.&lt;br /&gt;and aaron is too busy working and doing whatever to really be of any substantial help.&lt;br /&gt;so great.&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;excellent.&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;buh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to cincinnati. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-3324615621203893226?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-6391151585857152625</id><published>2011-06-14T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:54:36.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah everything is cool.</title><content type='html'>i feel dead inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;now she's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;i'll never raise my face again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6391151585857152625?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6391151585857152625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6391151585857152625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6391151585857152625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6391151585857152625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/yeah-everything-is-cool.html' title='yeah everything is cool.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-9041771171532917934</id><published>2011-06-14T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:34:08.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>i feel like kenan and kel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhh here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-9041771171532917934?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/9041771171532917934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=9041771171532917934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/9041771171532917934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/9041771171532917934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-3009890171632274339</id><published>2011-06-12T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:33:40.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is a warm gun.</title><content type='html'>the nights are my favorite part of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be awake. i have to get up in two hours to drive mom and dad to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-3009890171632274339?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-1021539268400796088</id><published>2011-06-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:02:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>that bluffton wasn't so boring without her.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i guess shes here.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt feel like she is.&lt;br /&gt;it feels lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet if it was normal, we would be journalling&lt;br /&gt;and i would be telling her about him&lt;br /&gt;and how much i like him&lt;br /&gt;and how i want them to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess thats probably not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-1021539268400796088?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/1021539268400796088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=1021539268400796088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1021539268400796088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1021539268400796088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4789827480552546911</id><published>2011-06-10T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:38:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really not in the mood for you're shit.</title><content type='html'>so back off, okay? get your own friends and stop mooching mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how i really feel about that. and im upset&lt;br /&gt;but i cant tell anyone about it&lt;br /&gt;because im more mature than that now.&lt;br /&gt;which makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to james and i really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;i hope sam likes my idea to go visit.&lt;br /&gt;ive never been to montana ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4789827480552546911?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4789827480552546911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4789827480552546911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4789827480552546911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4789827480552546911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-really-not-in-mood-for-youre-shit.html' title='i&apos;m really not in the mood for you&apos;re shit.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-6684773347969048816</id><published>2011-06-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:29:15.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when you see yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in a crowded room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do your fingers itch,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;pistol-whipped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;this kid is killin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;really killin me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;oh btw. coming home tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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/9026481082057899269-6684773347969048816?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6684773347969048816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6684773347969048816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6684773347969048816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6684773347969048816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-see-yourself-in-crowded-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-6189907569795245601</id><published>2011-06-09T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:04:07.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know how i feel</title><content type='html'>about this being my last real day in cincinnati. i mean, i know i will be back really soon.&lt;br /&gt;but its still really weird to be leaving. i havent even packed yet, imagine that. i spent all day at bryans yesterday and we were lazy slugs and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6189907569795245601?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6189907569795245601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6189907569795245601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6189907569795245601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6189907569795245601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-know-how-i-feel.html' title='i dont know how i feel'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-571208276195927819</id><published>2011-06-06T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:53:12.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giggle.</title><content type='html'>today made my heart swell.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE this kid. he makes me so happy and im so glad i met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news? i come home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;i am glad to be going home. but im also glad i will be coming back soon.&lt;br /&gt;partially because of bryan and my new apartment and stuff&lt;br /&gt;but also because i know that i will miss everyone else. and theres so much drama at home with everything.&lt;br /&gt;theres drama here&lt;br /&gt;but im beginning to love it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm on the&amp;nbsp;pursuit&amp;nbsp;of happiness and i know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;everything thats shining is always colored with gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll be fine once i get it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll be good&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i wonder what it will be like once i reach it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i bet it will be wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i love college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and not just because its college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;because its freeing and im meeting people i love and doing things i love and experiencing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and i do what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and say what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and no one judges me or hates me for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;im just me and its wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;but sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;i really miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-571208276195927819?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/571208276195927819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=571208276195927819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/571208276195927819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/571208276195927819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/giggle.html' title='giggle.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-466330044143320821</id><published>2011-06-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T14:22:12.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>i love it when people are supportive. ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't wait to be back in btown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but last night i hung out with bryan =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he makes my heart happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today im spending the day doing nothing, which is exactly what i should be doing. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-466330044143320821?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/466330044143320821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=466330044143320821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/466330044143320821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/466330044143320821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7500018473047901239</id><published>2011-06-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:37:31.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like a breath of fresh air, honestly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95c04fb7f8603326" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95c04fb7f8603326%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330091341%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE621FC124A7997FFA0ADA553A1DC1BA6BA62BBD.1531501BC8B0FA30B120B2B5DF7F39FAA55217DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95c04fb7f8603326%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLJ0h7NPKcfXuUVZBqQXR9K4UFOA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i feel like i finally know how to express myself and sarah was the one who taught me how. shes the best teacher ive ever had, i think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this was for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7500018473047901239?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7500018473047901239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7500018473047901239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7500018473047901239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7500018473047901239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-like-breath-of-fresh-air-honestly.html' title='it&apos;s like a breath of fresh air, honestly.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7848864747800486506</id><published>2011-05-30T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:38:54.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tantrums and stuff.</title><content type='html'>i feel like none of this is even fair. im upset and theres no one to be upset with because its collective, not focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to take it out on you&lt;br /&gt;but lately, you have done nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;which makes my heart swell.&lt;br /&gt;its times like these i need reminded why im better off.&lt;br /&gt;because this is everything i got out of everything she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my feelings are more important than yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;drop dead,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i won't worry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every day&lt;br /&gt;that killed me.&lt;br /&gt;and every day&lt;br /&gt;that kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my heart no longer beats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;,my blood makes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;black dirt under your feet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;black dirt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;will stain your feet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and when you walk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'll leave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;black dirt in the street.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7848864747800486506?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7848864747800486506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7848864747800486506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7848864747800486506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7848864747800486506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/05/tantrums-and-stuff.html' title='tantrums and stuff.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8517226235884329680</id><published>2011-05-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:36:26.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess i didnt get that memo.</title><content type='html'>wait, so its not cool?&lt;br /&gt;mmmk. i guess i'll just be someone else for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll draw a fucking picture of a flower or something.&lt;br /&gt;everyone will love it&lt;br /&gt;and they'll put it in MOMA&lt;br /&gt;right next to the dildos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it can be a feminist flower.&lt;br /&gt;or like a happiness flower.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can just gtfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8517226235884329680?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8517226235884329680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=8517226235884329680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8517226235884329680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8517226235884329680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess-i-didnt-get-that-memo.html' title='i guess i didnt get that memo.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8969070328822222360</id><published>2011-05-29T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T10:57:22.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a little odd</title><content type='html'>but im getting everything i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're having everything taken from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-8969070328822222360?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8969070328822222360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=8969070328822222360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8969070328822222360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/8969070328822222360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-little-odd.html' title='its a little odd'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-811476000480644509</id><published>2011-05-28T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:16:43.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love is like WOAH.</title><content type='html'>feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;miss aaron....&lt;br /&gt;Hes on his camping trip with Delta Chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Stella's got her groove back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never seen the movie that is referencing but the actuality of the statement is true.&lt;br /&gt;in case you didnt notice, im Stella.&lt;br /&gt;and in case you didnt notice, thats my groove.&lt;br /&gt;and its back.&lt;br /&gt;in case you didnt notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-811476000480644509?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/811476000480644509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=811476000480644509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/811476000480644509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/811476000480644509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-love-is-like-woah.html' title='my love is like WOAH.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7505695503476083335</id><published>2011-05-25T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:14:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its just one day stringing into the next&lt;br /&gt;and each one has this kind of odd climax.&lt;br /&gt;and the come down is kind of alluding to the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i have you&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get rid of some of you&lt;br /&gt;maybe then it wouldnt be so hard to be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sickening sometimes, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;being that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7505695503476083335?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7505695503476083335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7505695503476083335' title='0 Comments'/><link 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world.</title><content type='html'>today was just about the dumbest day in the history of days.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like things kept piling up on top of other things and i just am not in the mood for any of it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being a freak right now with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, i can never be as much of a freak as i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;and i know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;i really, really do.&lt;br /&gt;but its hard for me. everything&lt;br /&gt;everything is hard for me&lt;br /&gt;im a lot different than you in this way. its just a lot....different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want everything to be okay. i want to be settled in everything. i want to be home in bluffton at tu pueblo with zach and sam. i want to go visit haiden with dustin and jordan. i want to go to florida to see christian and dakota. i want to be around my friends from home because i feel like they will really get it and i can just be myself around them.&lt;br /&gt;not that i cant be myself here. but its hard to be yourself when you are also trying to cater to everyone elses needs. plus idk. just stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i will have amber with me next year.&lt;br /&gt;which may help. idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7933477600176529094?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7933477600176529094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7933477600176529094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7933477600176529094'/><link 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am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dirty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel a little rough tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard for me to figure out how to say what i feel&lt;br /&gt;but i have a concept and its hard not to know its for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrrrrrrrrrrrrt. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6383819824742325522?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6383819824742325522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6383819824742325522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6383819824742325522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6383819824742325522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/05/working-hard.html' title='working hard.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2918285948135009069</id><published>2011-05-14T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:33:21.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the love of fruit</title><content type='html'>im glad to be home this weekend but i do have a lot to do....and i havent done any of it, quite honestly. i havent worked on any projects. and i have a big one due monday. its frustrating because i have so much to do all the time and i will be gone almost every weekend this month. which is poopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused about everything on this planet currently&lt;br /&gt;seeing as how my life is being inconsistant.&lt;br /&gt;the relationships that i thought were set in stone are not apparently.&lt;br /&gt;things are changing and people are changing their minds and its frustrating for me because&lt;br /&gt;i just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i hurt about all of it. and change hurts worse&lt;br /&gt;partially because i want that change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just found out that my friend amber from bluffton is coming to UC this next year&lt;br /&gt;and she is going to live with me in my apartment with trinity =]&lt;br /&gt;we just figured all of that out just now. its so fun to do stuff like this. im so excited. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-2918285948135009069?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2918285948135009069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=2918285948135009069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2918285948135009069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2918285948135009069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-love-of-fruit.html' title='for the love of fruit'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-8844359048036227016</id><published>2011-05-09T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:33:59.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well. =]</title><content type='html'>just spent 60 bucks on grocer&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Ies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I cant use my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I key because&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Is broken. so enjoy the caps as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I copy and paste. lolz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I want&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;It to be summer already. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-928vHckmf0A/Tchriqa2PlI/AAAAAAAAASs/wg0X9vZqjMs/s1600/0504112133a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-928vHckmf0A/Tchriqa2PlI/AAAAAAAAASs/wg0X9vZqjMs/s400/0504112133a.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;oh yeah, and heres F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;IGAROO. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;we rule, yeah. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;heart.&amp;nbsp;&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/9026481082057899269-8844359048036227016?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/8844359048036227016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-928vHckmf0A/Tchriqa2PlI/AAAAAAAAASs/wg0X9vZqjMs/s72-c/0504112133a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2563600923390783848</id><published>2011-05-04T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T06:27:57.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at some point it has to just end.</title><content type='html'>at some point i need to figure out how to get rid of the people that bug me and get closer to the people who dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to just look you in the eyes and tell you how stupid you are. that would be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that inside you resent me too&lt;br /&gt;because i dont want to hurt your feelings&lt;br /&gt;(okay, kinda)&lt;br /&gt;but i want you out of my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear trinity...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being wonderful, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear everyone else....&lt;br /&gt;no, no. its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-2563600923390783848?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2563600923390783848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=2563600923390783848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2563600923390783848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2563600923390783848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-some-point-it-has-to-just-end.html' title='at some point it has to just end.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7596575247186846674</id><published>2011-04-30T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T18:59:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i had such a good day today.</title><content type='html'>i hope i dont have to go back to the real world just yet. it would be nice to have another great day. except maybe tomorrow i will try to have a more relaxing one. we went all over the place today. BUT....&lt;br /&gt;i bought some really cool things at the traders world place. it was a pretty sweet place. i got some candle holders and a mirror and an old steel mailbox with a flower design on it. the reason we went is so i could find some things to paint and sell on Etsy because i need to start getting some source of income and i dont have time for a job. i think they will be really cool when im done with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. im so tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7596575247186846674?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7596575247186846674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7596575247186846674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7596575247186846674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7596575247186846674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-had-such-good-day-today.html' title='i had such a good day today.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4272397234010175476</id><published>2011-04-26T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:35:26.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so today.</title><content type='html'>i found this website where i can download cool fonts.&lt;br /&gt;and i downloaded like 25&lt;br /&gt;one is the letters written out in penis's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the best part of my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i got a good grade on the math test i thought i bombed.&lt;br /&gt;so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly, otherwise i have done nothing but worry and stress over projects that i dont want to do. im so tired of this stress. it should not be like this at all. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want it to be summer now. not because i dont enjoy being at school, but because i dont know how much longer i can take this constant stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4272397234010175476?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4272397234010175476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=4272397234010175476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4272397234010175476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/4272397234010175476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-today.html' title='so today.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-7188829240792407060</id><published>2011-04-24T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:21:12.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to post a lot of song lyrics&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes they do a really good job of feeling for me&lt;br /&gt;so that i dont have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting really emotional&lt;br /&gt;it feels a little frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-7188829240792407060?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/7188829240792407060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=7188829240792407060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7188829240792407060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/7188829240792407060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-want-to-post-lot-of-song-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-5561161064631700834</id><published>2011-04-20T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:03:51.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i updated my slide show, so check that out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im exhausted right now. i have so much to do and so little time to do it. i havent been this stressed in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, heavens to betsy, i have a huge project due tomorrow and my partner and i barely know each other.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea if it will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNJTxpjBGZI/Ta-AOgI7IsI/AAAAAAAAASg/Gsjlk_bM8UE/s1600/DSC02851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNJTxpjBGZI/Ta-AOgI7IsI/AAAAAAAAASg/Gsjlk_bM8UE/s400/DSC02851.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have a cute adorable little Hedgehog to play with when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling stressed. usually she helps and makes me feel a little more calm.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i will pay her a visit. shes probably sleeping but thats okay. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i just want this week of classes to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;i want to look this week of classes in the face&lt;br /&gt;and be like......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1268/751473875_e238a6501c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1268/751473875_e238a6501c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i can continue blogging. after the full 4 minutes of laughing i just had. lol. it was great.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that really is how i feel. aaron has been really helpful but it almost stresses me out more because im so used to being independant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres the whole "what am i doing next year?" question. hahahaha who knows. i probably will end up being a garbage man. maybe i can draw pictures on peoples trash cans and they'll be like "hey she should have gone to art school.". and i will be like "i did, look where im at now! WINNING!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pray for me, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;i would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-5561161064631700834?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/5561161064631700834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=5561161064631700834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5561161064631700834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/5561161064631700834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-updated-my-slide-show-so-check-that.html' title='i updated my slide show, so check that out.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WNJTxpjBGZI/Ta-AOgI7IsI/AAAAAAAAASg/Gsjlk_bM8UE/s72-c/DSC02851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-9136874975200591319</id><published>2011-04-12T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:32:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im in a good mood today.</title><content type='html'>the only thing&lt;br /&gt;is that my hair goes flat when i straighten it.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSi0uGLy_nU/TBli7u8AC0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/rAmTiqEftUM/s1600/love+you+to+the+moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like this necklace is so cute. i love it. i think i found it on etsy but idk.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wish it was a locket though. i want a really beautiful locket. i have one from my parents and its my baby locket. but i want a big girl locket, maybe. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i feel a lot better than i did with my last post. im really excited to get an apartment with trinity next year and i think everything will work out with my schooling and im progressing on these stupid projects.&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;and did i say that im going to Tennessee this weekend to meet the lil baby? =]&lt;br /&gt;its going to be amazing. im so excited.&lt;br /&gt;aaron says hes going to teach him to call his juice Grape Drank. but thats racist, i think. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-9136874975200591319?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/9136874975200591319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=9136874975200591319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/9136874975200591319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/9136874975200591319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-in-good-mood-today.html' title='im in a good mood today.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSi0uGLy_nU/TBli7u8AC0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/rAmTiqEftUM/s72-c/love+you+to+the+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-504275722683434668</id><published>2011-04-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:21:10.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just dont know what to do with myself.</title><content type='html'>Dear White Stripes,&lt;br /&gt;you said it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so right now im pretty much about to submerge my head in the dirt and declare it ostrich territory. im getting pretty tired of everything going on around me. im sick of missy. i hate my classes. im considering switching schools to the Art Institute, which has multiple locations. im considering pastry. i hate everything though so god only knows if i will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fine arts thing just isnt working out. this program is so geared towards gallery artists and i want no part in that world. its ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make art because i love to and i really dont think i need to go to school for it. i can just experiment and have fun doing what i do. but i think i would like to learn more about baking. all i ever do is watch the food channel anyways. i want to understand food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-504275722683434668?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/504275722683434668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=504275722683434668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/504275722683434668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/504275722683434668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-dont-know-what-to-do-with-myself.html' title='i just dont know what to do with myself.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-6854233294726677589</id><published>2011-04-04T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:50:16.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooooh yeeeeaaaauauuuuh.</title><content type='html'>today is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJIk2PqxzAA/TPzpV-cKbqI/AAAAAAAAALE/X9mwnxQ-ZUA/s320/awesome+smiley.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously. its the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day my little baby cousin Quincy Blake was born. hes 7lbs 2 oz and healthy as an ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NnGAtLDxWZ0/TZoENl4C7LI/AAAAAAAAASc/n8x1nGg11y0/s1600/Quincy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NnGAtLDxWZ0/TZoENl4C7LI/AAAAAAAAASc/n8x1nGg11y0/s320/Quincy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he looks like a little alien in this picture but TRUST ME he will be beautiful like the rest of us. Amy and Mel are in Texas right now at the hospital with the birth mother getting everything figured out but pretty soon he will be OURRRRRRRS.&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited. i just cant wait for the little guy to be officially part of the family, you know? its just so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus you know, it'll be fun havin a black bebe around. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so im super stoked for that. also last night was just really fun. and today is just great.&lt;br /&gt;the weather was beautiful yesterday and its beautiful today and its springtime and im lovin it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6854233294726677589?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJIk2PqxzAA/TPzpV-cKbqI/AAAAAAAAALE/X9mwnxQ-ZUA/s72-c/awesome+smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-2214221385304251170</id><published>2011-03-30T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T13:19:06.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm feelin' rough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm feelin' raw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm in the prime of my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/151076859_651663adb0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;right now im cool. maybe i wont be forever but for now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;everything is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;now i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i may have the guts to be who i want to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;im not responsible to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thats what i just realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;shes not elyse,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;shes not my best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;im not expected to tell her everything and be with her all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thats kind of a freeing feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-2214221385304251170?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/2214221385304251170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=2214221385304251170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2214221385304251170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/2214221385304251170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-feelin-rough-im-feelin-raw-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/151076859_651663adb0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-1784123955281227111</id><published>2011-03-25T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:29:57.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im so tired of titles.</title><content type='html'>i have wonderful news!&lt;br /&gt;i was worried about the icing for my banana cupcakes, it didnt look so hot at first. i mean, it tasted okay. it was just not the consistency i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;once i let it set in the fridge, it turned out beautifully. it was thick and creamy like spreadable butter. i wanted it to be more of a spread than icing in consistency since it was predominantly peanut butter and cream cheese. but i piped it on like normal icing and it set beautifully and it is EXACTLY how i wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;i told bailey it wasnt that good because she gave up junk food for lent&lt;br /&gt;but oh. my. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;ive eaten like 4 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rCbJmf9WSxw/TY1qxcRiMPI/AAAAAAAAASY/ku8CZlpRBhk/s1600/0325110931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rCbJmf9WSxw/TY1qxcRiMPI/AAAAAAAAASY/ku8CZlpRBhk/s400/0325110931.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could even make this into a dense little layered cake. and btw...i mean dense in the best way. its soooo moist and rich in flavor with a really nice texture to it. its perfect. i could rave all day about this recipe. and it wasnt very hard at all. actually, i only had to get 2 things at the store, thats how easy the ingredients were. the only reason i had to get those two things was because SOMEONE IN THIS HOUSE ate my bananas for lunch before i could get a chance to make the cupcakes hahaahah (and we were out of sour cream (adds moistness to the cake, you cant taste it)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. this may seem lame but im really excited about this. i LOVE finding a recipe i can be really happy with. and this is something that i know will be an easy recipe for when im pressed for time or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] i love this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i would just quit art and go to cooking school. or baking. whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-1784123955281227111?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/1784123955281227111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=1784123955281227111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1784123955281227111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/1784123955281227111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-tired-of-titles.html' title='im so tired of titles.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rCbJmf9WSxw/TY1qxcRiMPI/AAAAAAAAASY/ku8CZlpRBhk/s72-c/0325110931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-6660585564682918005</id><published>2011-03-23T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:22:48.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>springbreakwoo.</title><content type='html'>its so weird how in movies and stuff, Spring Break looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="323" src="http://www.thecampussocialite.com/blog/images/spring-break-now.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in reality, it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_NpIsJMuZ1bs/So2LulKt46I/AAAAAAAAAws/JfwP1IpXGsk/fat_belly.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been playing zelda nonstop. i seriously think i might die from N64 poisoning. lol.&lt;br /&gt;BUT on the plus side, i am going to making Banana cupcakes with Peanut Butter frosting either tonight or tomorrow during the day. so theres that.&lt;br /&gt;which isn't helping my diet. but oh well. when i get back to cinci, aaron and i are going to start working out since he wont be busy anymore. he will only work 3 days a week. =] so thats awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i gotta fix a pair of Nates pants and then i think im going to journal a little bit. i havent really journalled in a few weeks, honestly. and i dont like it. i just need a way to revive my journal. i feel like i need something new and exciting to make me want to again. this one is so blah. and honestly, since im not giving it to elyse anymore, i dont have a partner in doing it so its harder to really get that motivation when im not in the mood to do it. or too busy or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6660585564682918005?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6660585564682918005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6660585564682918005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6660585564682918005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>i just realized that 6 girls have gotten pregnant from my class that i know of since the beginning of my senior year. thats a lot. its weird.&lt;br /&gt;im making three baby blankets in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;one is for amy, though.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw...the adoption went through. =] he will be named Quincey Blake. =] im excited.&lt;br /&gt;i love babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo....pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bypxw0L_Tik/TYb8CUdKhcI/AAAAAAAAASM/GkP5ZEdjD40/s1600/200769_1699703969591_1147657432_31581534_4104194_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bypxw0L_Tik/TYb8CUdKhcI/AAAAAAAAASM/GkP5ZEdjD40/s400/200769_1699703969591_1147657432_31581534_4104194_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the original picture taken at the highlighter party&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-raJ57vzr5s4/TYb8UkAUxzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/crM9gQPDHzE/s1600/0309110957d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-raJ57vzr5s4/TYb8UkAUxzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/crM9gQPDHzE/s400/0309110957d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is my portrait for drawing class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WFmEoAL4Sy4/TYb8nPDTGEI/AAAAAAAAASU/vBkHhFmvKi4/s1600/0309110957c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WFmEoAL4Sy4/TYb8nPDTGEI/AAAAAAAAASU/vBkHhFmvKi4/s1600/0309110957c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WFmEoAL4Sy4/TYb8nPDTGEI/AAAAAAAAASU/vBkHhFmvKi4/s1600/0309110957c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i will really miss that teacher. btw this is done in pastel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so yeah. but now im home in bluffton and i couldnt be more happy. another week off? why yes, thanks. i saw Sam tonight and im very pleased with that. i really missed him and talking to him and making fun of tv shows with him. we watched The Roast Of Donald Trump and "the situation" from jersey shore was on it and he SUCKS at comedy. seriously. he was awful. people booed and there was silence. people felt sorry for him. wow. i had to leave the room lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;anyways.. today was good. i will miss aaron for these next few days because i see him literally every day in cinci. but i can take it i guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='wow.'/><author><name>Shelbyroo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976336972290141017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bypxw0L_Tik/TYb8CUdKhcI/AAAAAAAAASM/GkP5ZEdjD40/s72-c/200769_1699703969591_1147657432_31581534_4104194_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-234176545457634039</id><published>2011-03-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:14:47.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL.</title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patties after all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i think i spoke too soon last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;st. pats turned out to be AMAZING. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i was pissy after yesterday because it was the worst ever. and then i came back to aarons and we decided not to be bored all night. so we invited over trinity and kevin and joel invited alex and we had a little party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trinity brought me flowers =] i have pictures of them but i dont have my camera cord available currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that made my whole night. i feel so excited to be alive today JUST because of them.&lt;br /&gt;and today will be good. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-234176545457634039?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/234176545457634039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-6741754652958457229</id><published>2011-03-17T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T19:36:35.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things and things.</title><content type='html'>every now and then, in a very odd way i realize little things about elyse that i miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not really miss. its more like....&lt;br /&gt;when missy drives me fucking insane&lt;br /&gt;im like "elyse never did that"&lt;br /&gt;and its not like "gee i want elyse back"&lt;br /&gt;its more like...idk. its just not like that. it doesnt make me sad. it just makes me feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;i put that awesome picture of us up on facebook&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i did that&lt;br /&gt;i just like that picture&lt;br /&gt;its probably one of my favorite pictures of all time&lt;br /&gt;and i guess its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and in case you havent notice....my st. pattys day sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-6741754652958457229?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/6741754652958457229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=6741754652958457229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9026481082057899269/posts/default/6741754652958457229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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red; font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have crazy psychotic controlling parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Are you overemotional or overdramatic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Are you more mature than a middle schooler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Are you going to bad mouth me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Do you like my music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have irritating habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Do you chew with your mouth closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Are you awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that will be it. those who do not answer honestly will be sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-3570160117904673509?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/3570160117904673509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=3570160117904673509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;so last night was my very first art show ever.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;well thats not entirely true.&lt;br /&gt;i had a lot of ones that i made it into in high school. but for some reason, those just dont matter that much to me right now. i feel like my first college art show is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;even though i seem to be making significantly less interesting things now that im in college. i miss my high school art class, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. it was a ton of fun and im so glad it happened and me and my girls rocked it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H8lJghFbDa4/TX-xEg75_-I/AAAAAAAAASI/osjjSer8dBk/s1600/188588_10150163497226495_595076494_8248382_5833769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H8lJghFbDa4/TX-xEg75_-I/AAAAAAAAASI/osjjSer8dBk/s400/188588_10150163497226495_595076494_8248382_5833769_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kayla and i&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;okay so i know i look like a giant pile of fat but thats okay lol. the dress turned out well enough and it looks a lot better than in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad to be finished with school for TWO WEEKS. this week, i get to lay around,&lt;br /&gt;PLAY ZELDA&lt;br /&gt;find an apartment&lt;br /&gt;play age of empires&lt;br /&gt;hang out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;and go to a wicked St. Patricks Day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this weekend, i get to hang out with my family AND BAILEY =]=]=]=]&lt;br /&gt;and see Amy =]&lt;br /&gt;and possibly go to a Vanderbelt game. &lt;br /&gt;its going to be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;and then next week i will come homie home home. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited. i can see zach and sam and relax and it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i have two baby blankets to make. one for chelsey and one for amy. so that will be good. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i love having things to be excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-5857054345733251790?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/5857054345733251790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9026481082057899269&amp;postID=5857054345733251790' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-4249207522983769254</id><published>2011-03-13T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:50:16.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workin for the weekend</title><content type='html'>alllllllllllllllllllll ive done this weekend is sit on aarons bed and watch the food channel while working on my dress.&lt;br /&gt;(in case you dont know yet, im making a dress inspired by the work of the artist Kieth Harring. hes from the 80's and he died of aids. anyways, our project was that we were supposed to create a work of art inspired by him. i decided i was tired of using the typical materials so im making my own dress! im crocheting it, actually. my teacher was like "you only have 4 days, doesnt crochet take a long time?" and i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;"not if you're good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so anyways, im pretty excited about it. i hope it turns out well. its basically a sweater dress with long, billowy sleeves, its short and synched at the bottom so that you can wear it with leggings and boots. it has a complicated bust to explain right now so i will let my pictures tell all later on. right now its only about 75% finished and it needs to be finished by around 5pm at the latest tomorrow. i think i will be fine on time, actually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so im pretty excited about this. because while everyone else is at DAAP working their butts off on paintings and cardboard stuff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;im sitting on aarons bed eating jelly beans, watching tv, and doing one of my favorite hobbies. the down side of all of this is that i spent 65$ on yarn. ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-4249207522983769254?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com/feeds/4249207522983769254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc4UWyZkZCo/SRodBtIoFzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2fmq2qi-0t0/S220/n694310205_2880724_4810.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9026481082057899269.post-1812204705506145286</id><published>2011-03-11T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:29:24.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're friggin shakespear</title><content type='html'>and all you do is create drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9026481082057899269-1812204705506145286?l=missdaisystwocents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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