<?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-2690226190007656224</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:35.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ɪdiəˈsɪŋkrəsi]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690226190007656224.post-7445510175296876593</id><published>2008-04-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:22:51.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know..</title><content type='html'>what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;when i thought&lt;br /&gt;that you might&lt;br /&gt;want to be&lt;br /&gt;a part of&lt;br /&gt;my world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;what I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;when you had me&lt;br /&gt;breathless&lt;br /&gt;when you had me&lt;br /&gt;helpless&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;what I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;when I thought&lt;br /&gt;I knew you&lt;br /&gt;when I thought&lt;br /&gt;I could have you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;what I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;when you had me&lt;br /&gt;feeling vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;when you had me&lt;br /&gt;thinking we could be,&lt;br /&gt;more than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Had me thinking&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of something,&lt;br /&gt;but it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;Going crazy with&lt;br /&gt;the thought of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;that you're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;the only nite you&lt;br /&gt;let down your guard&lt;br /&gt;the only nite you'd&lt;br /&gt;tell me how you&lt;br /&gt;might really feel.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;when you told me&lt;br /&gt;you were torn.&lt;br /&gt;When you told me&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't easy&lt;br /&gt;for you either.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;when I thought&lt;br /&gt;I was wanted&lt;br /&gt;when I thought&lt;br /&gt;you meant what&lt;br /&gt;you said.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;I could ever do&lt;br /&gt;to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Seems almost&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;to be next&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;when I thought I had&lt;br /&gt;a chance&lt;br /&gt;When I thought&lt;br /&gt;you thought&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;lately I haven't been&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been&lt;br /&gt;real.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;I need to impress you,&lt;br /&gt;stressing you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;it is about you,&lt;br /&gt;that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;nervous to be around&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;you'd think if you&lt;br /&gt;ever knew&lt;br /&gt;I felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;You probably&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't act&lt;br /&gt;the same.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;a game.&lt;br /&gt;you got me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690226190007656224-7445510175296876593?l=fivefooteven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/7445510175296876593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690226190007656224&amp;postID=7445510175296876593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/7445510175296876593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/7445510175296876593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know..'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690226190007656224.post-7052256500098477935</id><published>2008-04-22T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:38:42.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The desire for perfection can be a very admirable trait. However, exacting influences may lead you to take the desire for perfection to unfeasible extremes. It will be important to listen to the advice of your peers or colleagues. As with Virgo, make some room to chill with friends later this evening! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690226190007656224-7052256500098477935?l=fivefooteven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/7052256500098477935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690226190007656224&amp;postID=7052256500098477935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/7052256500098477935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/7052256500098477935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/2008/04/horoscope_22.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690226190007656224.post-3292132675893918090</id><published>2008-04-19T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T05:05:43.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMgWedding!</title><content type='html'>Not mine, of course, but I am a bridesmaid in my cousin's wedding!  The weather is absolutely gorgeous.  It probably couldn't be a nicer day :)  It's 8am and I have to start getting ready ASAP.  There's still so much to do!  Cocktail hour starts at five, so it's going to be a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;Opt for a peaceful and quiet day today. Damage limitation should be your aim. Avoid getting embroiled in other people’s dramas: stay neutral; be a little non-committal; don’t take sides. As with a couple of other signs you could find that there’s little you can do to counteract the pesky influences until this evening!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(today will be peaceful, but I can assure you, not quiet!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690226190007656224-3292132675893918090?l=fivefooteven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/3292132675893918090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690226190007656224&amp;postID=3292132675893918090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/3292132675893918090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/3292132675893918090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/2008/04/omgwedding.html' title='OMgWedding!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690226190007656224.post-1462884686725705822</id><published>2008-04-16T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:21:16.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewip.net/contributors/peace-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.thewip.net/contributors/peace-sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690226190007656224-1462884686725705822?l=fivefooteven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/1462884686725705822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690226190007656224&amp;postID=1462884686725705822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/1462884686725705822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/1462884686725705822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690226190007656224.post-2526614657246543229</id><published>2008-04-16T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:22:35.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOROSCOPE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.horoscoper.net/images/Scorpio.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 72px;" src="http://www.horoscoper.net/images/Scorpio.GIF" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that something is on the brink of change, or that the air is electric with possibilities, then you're already picking up imminent planetary changes, which will impact your love life.  For today though, don't try to engineer changes.  Be patient until tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690226190007656224-2526614657246543229?l=fivefooteven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/2526614657246543229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690226190007656224&amp;postID=2526614657246543229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/2526614657246543229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/2526614657246543229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/2008/04/horoscope.html' title='HOROSCOPE.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690226190007656224.post-20200080904589277</id><published>2008-04-16T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:47:16.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[april sixteen] 2008</title><content type='html'>Study. Study. Study.  Today is going to be a LONG day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690226190007656224-20200080904589277?l=fivefooteven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/20200080904589277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690226190007656224&amp;postID=20200080904589277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/20200080904589277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/20200080904589277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-sixteen-2008.html' title='[april sixteen] 2008'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690226190007656224.post-2964846170101407814</id><published>2008-04-15T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:44:00.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know where dreams end and reality beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I feel disconnected from the world or the world is disconnected from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;frustration crashes down on me like the waves I love in the summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;I try to understand what you're thinking until I can't hear my own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I lose myself until I'm found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;I want to let go because I don't think I can hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; my actions speak louder than my words or my words are what cause your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;I don't know when to stop even before I started to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to pick you up, but I let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;when I laughed I really wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I smile until my face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I'm perfectly fine without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I feel inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;I want to walk until I start to stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;you move me until I can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; you hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;my heart breaks to become whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I live to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;I exist because of you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;you miss me more than I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; you are vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;it feels so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; we could be what wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know where dreams end and reality begins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690226190007656224-2964846170101407814?l=fivefooteven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/feeds/2964846170101407814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690226190007656224&amp;postID=2964846170101407814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/2964846170101407814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690226190007656224/posts/default/2964846170101407814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivefooteven.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fifteen-2008.html' title='SOMETIMES...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17014821224047633814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
