<?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-4971852774441618352</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:38:15.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Mixed-Up World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-1784231753814429488</id><published>2009-04-27T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:33:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Words That Don't Exist But Should:</title><content type='html'>1. Accordionated - adj. Being able to drive and refold a road map at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Aeropalmics - n. The study of wind resistance conducted by holding a cupped hand out the car window.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mummabolic Chorus - n. When three or more people are singing along to a tune and suddenly discover they are all faking their way through the unintelligible lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;4. Narcolepulacy - n. The contagious action of yawning, causing everyone in sight to also yawn.&lt;br /&gt;5. Oreosis - n. The practice of eating the cream center of an Oreo before eating the cookie outsides.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pajangle - n. Condition of waking up with your pajamas turned 180 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;7. Prestofrigeration - n. The peculiar habit, when searching for a snack, of constantly returning tothe refrigerator in hopes that something new will have materialized.&lt;br /&gt;8. Rignition - n. The embarrassing action of trying to start one's car with the engine already running.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sark - n. The marks left on one's ankle after wearing tube socks all day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Turfigee and Pedigee - n. The two extreme target points of a rotary lawn sprinkler, TURFIGEE being the safest point at which to walk past, PEDIGEE being the most dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;11. Tanumbum - n. The sorry side of the Christmas tree that gets placed toward the wall.&lt;br /&gt;12. Wondracide - v. The act of mangling a piece of soft white bread with a pat of cold butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-1784231753814429488?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1784231753814429488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=1784231753814429488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1784231753814429488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1784231753814429488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-words-that-dont-exist-but-should.html' title='More Words That Don&apos;t Exist But Should:'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-9148971931435267195</id><published>2009-04-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:31:22.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Highs:</title><content type='html'>1. Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting mail.&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;12. A bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;13. Giggling.&lt;br /&gt;14. A good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;15. The beach.&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they love you.&lt;br /&gt;19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;20. Running through sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;22. Having someone tell you that you’re beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;23. Laughing at an inside joke with friends.&lt;br /&gt;25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;29. Playing with a new puppy or kitten.&lt;br /&gt;30. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;31. Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;32. Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;33. Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;34. Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;36. Making chocolate chip cookies. (And eating the chocolate chips while doing it.)&lt;br /&gt;37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;38. Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;40. Watching the expression on someone’s face as they open a much desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;41. Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;43. Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;br /&gt;44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;br /&gt;45. Knowing you’ve done the right thing, no matter what other people think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-9148971931435267195?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9148971931435267195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=9148971931435267195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/9148971931435267195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/9148971931435267195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/natural-highs.html' title='Natural Highs:'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-6320188949446001929</id><published>2009-04-19T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:23:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The God I Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s221.photobucket.com/albums/dd79/caity5793/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rica.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd79/caity5793/rica.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-6320188949446001929?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6320188949446001929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=6320188949446001929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/6320188949446001929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/6320188949446001929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-i-know.html' title='The God I Know...'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-5324771627644196590</id><published>2009-04-18T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:21:37.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Words That Don't Exist But Should:</title><content type='html'>01. AQUADEXTROUS - adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathroom faucet on and off with your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. CARPERPETUATION - n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. DISCONFECT - v. To sterilize a piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, assuming this will somehow "remove" all the germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. ELBONICS - n. The actions of two people maneuvering for one armrest in a movie theater (airplane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. FRUST - n. The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keep backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. LACTOMANGULATION - n. Manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk container so badly that one has to resort to the "illegal" side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. PEPPIER - n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. PHONESIA - n. The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. PUPKUS - n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. TELECRASTINATION - n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am officially a FAIL at updating this. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-5324771627644196590?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5324771627644196590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=5324771627644196590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/5324771627644196590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/5324771627644196590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-words-that-dont-exist-but-should.html' title='10 Words That Don&apos;t Exist But Should:'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-1117028527508114449</id><published>2008-12-29T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:50:09.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took your words and believed in everything you said to me--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-1117028527508114449?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1117028527508114449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=1117028527508114449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1117028527508114449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1117028527508114449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-for-myself.html' title='looking for myself'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-8981902568548858496</id><published>2008-12-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:43:06.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can forgive it, I can't forget it</title><content type='html'>so, i havent posted in just about forever, :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately lifes been kinda, ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Best friends suck. Well, she's not really my best friend, but she says I'm hers. If I'm her BEST friend, she must treat the rest of her friends like comeplete and utter shit. But I have a feeling she doesn't. It's probably just me. I don't know how much longer I can take it before I snap, but I don't think it's going to be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for August. I'm soooo outta here it's not even funny. I just wish my move would take my suggestion of moving to California seriously. Although, I'd settle for just out of the Falls, outta WI would be better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I'm getting sick of seeing the Jonas Brothers everywhere. I mean, I love there music and all, but they are EVERYWHERE!!! Everywhere I look, there they are. But on the upside, they're not bad to look at, lol. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I just realized? I've had this one song on reapeat for the last hour and a half. Hah, I've been so involved in my thoughts I didn't even notice. Yeah, I'm coollllll. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick lately and I'm really hoping for a snowday, I don't think I'm going to be better by tomorrow and I don't want to fall further behind, especially in Chem, because I think Mr. Kellogg hates me because of my sister. Seriously, that's the one teacher that doesn't adore her. He's my favorite for that, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired. G'nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-8981902568548858496?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8981902568548858496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=8981902568548858496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/8981902568548858496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/8981902568548858496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-forgive-it-i-cant-forget-it.html' title='I can forgive it, I can&apos;t forget it'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-1293555147337402612</id><published>2008-11-24T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:18:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do I always fall for the wrong guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-1293555147337402612?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1293555147337402612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=1293555147337402612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1293555147337402612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1293555147337402612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-4389019990226561860</id><published>2008-11-18T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:49:33.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah, lifes frustrating :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;soooooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today was soo fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;during lunch me, aimee and kierra were standing in line and K brought up the Twilight movie and was like "So when are we going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And then A was all "Wait. She's going? Why? I'm sick of her butting into all of my plans"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me: "Yea, she's coming, I mean she is my friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A: "Fine, if she's coming I'm not coming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me: "Okay, well I guess you're not coming then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A: "Fine. I'll go with someone else then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously? Do you honestly think that because you threaten to not come I'm going to uninvite her? And, well I want her to come. You're being childish. Plus, lately she's been a better friend to me then you have. She doesn't constantly talk over me, or just plain ignore me. She doesn't call me and then have to go because precious &lt;em&gt;Johnny&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Chelsea&lt;/em&gt; calls. Or has to hang up but promises to call back but then doesn't because &lt;em&gt;Johnny&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Chelsea &lt;/em&gt;called or came over. And then when you actually do call me, you're constantly talking about them or you and I can't get a world in.  And then you're all "Caity, you're my best friend, you're such a good listener." No, I just don't ever get a chance to talk. Do you ever think that I may have something to say? That I may have problems of my own? That for once I just need someone to listen to ME??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I have NO problem with Johnny or Chelsea, they seem great. We probably wouldn't talk at all if it weren't for you, but that isn't because I have a problem with them. But, lately I do have a problem with you. But I don't want to say anything because no matter what you are my best friend. But if you keep it up, you're going to look back and I'm not going to be there. A person can only take so much before their done. And I don't know how much more I can take. Please, just stop, I don' want to lose you but I'm not going to keep putting myself through this. I deserve better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ugh, high school is a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And then came gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today in gym we were playing pickleball. Which is okay, and I''m not &lt;em&gt;terrible&lt;/em&gt; at it. So Bridgette and I were playing against Dom and Adam. Dom hit the ball towards me, and I know there was NO chance i was going to hit it, but I swung anyways, because I feel dumb letting it go past me without atleast trying to hit it. Well, that was a mistake. Cause all of a sudden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There goes my shoulder. And let me tell you. that was the most painful thing i have ever felt. It hurt so bad that my vision clouded over. And then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, it's back in place. 2nd most painful thing I've ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So then I start crying and blubbering like a little baby and go to mr. baker and then go to the health room, where the lady sends me home. Which kinda sucks, because I missed my eighth hour ceramics class, which is my favorite. But my unlce Steve went and got me starbucks because he's amazing like that. So yea, my shoulder's killing me. So writing this right now was probably not the smartest thing to do, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh, I almost forgot, here's a quote for the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Life; life’s not what you take. It’s not about the promises you make. It’s not about the friends you might have made or the love that is gone. Life is what you give. It’s not about the stupid things you did. It’s not about the way things could have been. It’s about moving on. It’s all about you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-4389019990226561860?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4389019990226561860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=4389019990226561860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/4389019990226561860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/4389019990226561860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah-lifes-frustrating.html' title='blah, lifes frustrating :/'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-3508126586154118724</id><published>2008-11-12T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:19:38.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My, It's The Quote(s) Of The Day! 11.12.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Agatha Christie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I wish there was some way for us to go back and undo the past. But there wasn't. There was nothing we could do. So I just stayed silent and trying to telepathically communicate how sorry I was about what had happened. And I thought of all the grief and sadness and f'ed up suffering in the world, and it made me want to escape. I wished with all my heart that we could just leave this world behind. Rise like two angels in the night and magically... disappear." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Mysterious Skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Can you imagine what it feels like to have someone sit you down and tell you that you're dying? The gravity of that, hmm? Then the clock's ticking for you. In a split second your awe is cracked open. You look at things differently - smell things differently. You savor everything be it a glass of water or a walk in the park. But most people have the luxury of not knowing when that clock's going to go off. And the irony of it is that that keeps them from really living their life. It keeps them not from drinking that glass of water but from ever really tasting it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Saw 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome. That's what momma always says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Hope Floats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-3508126586154118724?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3508126586154118724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=3508126586154118724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3508126586154118724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3508126586154118724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-its-quotes-of-day-111208.html' title='Oh My, It&apos;s The Quote(s) Of The Day! 11.12.08'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-7612116594826205462</id><published>2008-11-06T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:20:57.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!YAY!YAY!</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING TO THE ALL TIME LOW CONCERT NEXT FRIDAY WITH MY AMAZING FRIEND CHRISTINA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-7612116594826205462?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7612116594826205462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=7612116594826205462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/7612116594826205462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/7612116594826205462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/yayyayyay.html' title='YAY!YAY!YAY!'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-4464156941198121643</id><published>2008-11-06T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:49:24.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My, It's The Quote Of The day!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I missed a bunch of days so I'll going to post a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes. It's a universal truth. But the good part is, you get to decide how you're gonna mess it up." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Marilyn  Monroe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I used to hate this town. I used to hate every single blade of grass on every hill, but he taught me so much. He taught me that it's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not its fault that I don't fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; - Cecila Ahern, If You Could See Me Now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A friend of mine said to me: "You have to believe that life is more than the sum of its parts, kiddo." I remember it right down to the "kiddo" part. But when I think about what she said, the same thing always comes into my head: "What if you can't put the pieces together in the first place?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; -United States of Leland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Think of a car driving through the night. The headlights only go a hundred or two hundred feet forward, and you can make it all the way from California to New York driving through the dark, because all you have to see is the next two hundred feet. And that's how life tends to unfold before us. If we just trust that the next two hundred feet will unfold after that, and the next two hundred feet will unfold after that, your life will keep unfolding. And it will eventually get you to the destination of whatever it is you truly want, because you want it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- The Secret  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-4464156941198121643?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4464156941198121643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=4464156941198121643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/4464156941198121643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/4464156941198121643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-its-quote-of-day.html' title='Oh My, It&apos;s The Quote Of The day!'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-4230821204553063195</id><published>2008-11-06T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:43:47.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i read this book today...</title><content type='html'>So today I read Leaving Paradise by Simone Elkeles. It is an AMAZING book and I HIGHLY reccomend it. You will not regret it if you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Are you following me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: Because you're where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly melted then. I wish a guy would say that to me, hat'd be perfect. But when I read it I kinda felt like an idiot. Because I read that part in study hall and I was sitting there grinning like an idiot. And my friend was like "What the heck Caity? Are you retarded or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. :] haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another thing is, I think Taylor Swift's video with the Shane Gray doll is awesome. I mean I love the Jonas Brothers and Joe, and Taylor, but the video was hilarious. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-4230821204553063195?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4230821204553063195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=4230821204553063195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/4230821204553063195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/4230821204553063195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-read-this-book-today.html' title='so i read this book today...'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-718552253752678327</id><published>2008-10-29T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:47:21.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My, It's The Quote Of The day! 10.29.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's been said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have been. But what of the man who's faced with what was? Or what may never be? Or what can no longer be? Choosing the right path is never easy. It's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us. But sometimes, we find our way to something better. Sometimes we fight through the regret and remorse of our mistakes, our malice and our jealousy, and the shame we feel for not being the people we were meant to be. And that's when we find our way to something better. Or when something better finds its way to us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-718552253752678327?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/718552253752678327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=718552253752678327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/718552253752678327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/718552253752678327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-its-quote-of-day-102908.html' title='Oh My, It&apos;s The Quote Of The day! 10.29.08'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-8528539808365883203</id><published>2008-10-28T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:34:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My, It's The Quote Of The day! 10.28.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you don't design your own life plan, chances are you'll fall into someone else's plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jim Rohn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-8528539808365883203?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8528539808365883203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=8528539808365883203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/8528539808365883203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/8528539808365883203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-its-quote-of-day-102808.html' title='Oh My, It&apos;s The Quote Of The day! 10.28.08'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-3486904643435522979</id><published>2008-10-27T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:53:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My, It's The Quote Of The day! 10.27.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don't waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you'll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart... where your hope lives. You'll find your way again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; - Gilmore girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-3486904643435522979?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3486904643435522979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=3486904643435522979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3486904643435522979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3486904643435522979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-its-quote-of-day-102708.html' title='Oh My, It&apos;s The Quote Of The day! 10.27.08'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-7474549471348424838</id><published>2008-10-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:54:28.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Years Gone By..</title><content type='html'>is an amazing band! check them out if you haven't already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what else is amazing? My weekend and today. I'll bet it was better then yours.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Thursday I found out Gary, Junior and Brandon were in town! YAY! I haven't seen Gary and Junior in like two years and Brandon in like four, since he moved to Ohio. I was soo excited! So then Friday we went and hung out with them at their hotel. And, seriously, if I didn't lnow that it had to be Brandon, I wouldn't have recognized him. But anyways, Casey, Meg, Brandon and me hung out in the pool room, and Brandon threw Casey in the pool a couple times, so he's my new hero.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, and, I learned that people from Ohio have accents. It was amazing. I loved it. but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done their I went to Aimee's for her birthday. And then Saturday we went to see Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist. Which I really recommend seeing, because Rafi Gavron is gorgeous. And it was a really great movie. Then I came home and went to get Aimee's birthday gift, since I'm a horrible best friend and hadn't gotten her one sooner. She's going to hit me when she sees it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday we went to say goodbye to Gary and Junior, but Brandon had already left. It sucked saying goodbye to them, but it's okay because we're going out there for Thanksgiving or Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I was home sick. Which sucked. But then it SNOWED!!!! YAY! And it was so cute! This kid my mom watches, Penn, is four and from Texas and has never seen real snow before.It was soo adorable he kept dragging me outside to see it and going on about how today was THE BEST DAY EVER!!!yea, okay, it may not seem too special, but i loved this weekend and today.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Brandon's dad was there, too. But I can't remember his name, and I would feel bad if I kept refering to him as 'Guy Who's Name I Can't Remember' or 'Brandon's Dad'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-7474549471348424838?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7474549471348424838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=7474549471348424838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/7474549471348424838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/7474549471348424838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/years-gone-by.html' title='The Years Gone By..'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-1445551931441437743</id><published>2008-10-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:28:33.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo...</title><content type='html'>I'm tired now, but I'll update you on me weekend tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'nite :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-1445551931441437743?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1445551931441437743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=1445551931441437743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1445551931441437743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1445551931441437743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/sooo.html' title='sooo...'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-3370528093857751856</id><published>2008-10-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:27:51.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, it's the quote of the day! 10.25.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I was born to be stubborn,to be a little bit bitchy,and to push people to push myself.I was taught never to take life for granted,to live a little, to love with everythingI had to never give up, to believe in myself,but most of all, fight for myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Caity Wood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-3370528093857751856?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3370528093857751856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=3370528093857751856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3370528093857751856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3370528093857751856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-its-quote-of-day-102508.html' title='oh my, it&apos;s the quote of the day! 10.25.08'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-5255179263805065928</id><published>2008-10-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:13:33.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, it's the quote of the day! 10.24.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't waste your time regretting all your wrongs. Know that in the end, you'll get what your heart longs. Try not to risk it all; don't stumble; don't fall. Take the time to read the writings on the wall. Hold your head high; don't be afraid to say goodbye. Stay true and be you. Do everything there is to do. Live life to the fullest and never look back - There is a reason for the future and a reason for the past. Love till it hurts; laugh till you cry. And when your life flashes before you die, Be happy for what you've done, Be happy for what you've overcome, And most of all, be proud of what you've become." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Unkown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-5255179263805065928?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5255179263805065928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=5255179263805065928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/5255179263805065928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/5255179263805065928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-its-quote-of-day-102408.html' title='oh my, it&apos;s the quote of the day! 10.24.08'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-1697436275994550684</id><published>2008-10-23T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:23:19.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's building up and I'm about to burst...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get that feeling, you know that one where you know that if you could just let loose and scream until you're hoarse that everything'll be okay again? Just to give yourself over to the moment. Let the world melt away. And when it's over, you'll be better. Life won't be so overwhelming anymore? Or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-1697436275994550684?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1697436275994550684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=1697436275994550684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1697436275994550684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1697436275994550684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-building-up-and-im-about-to-burst.html' title='It&apos;s building up and I&apos;m about to burst...'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-1955676354904959116</id><published>2008-10-23T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:58:45.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my, it's the quote of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Everytime you meet someone, make a fucking impression. Make them think you are the hottest shit in the world. Make them think they are going to lose their job if they don't give you one. Look 'em in the eye and never look away. Be confident and calm. Be fucking bold."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-1955676354904959116?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1955676354904959116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=1955676354904959116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1955676354904959116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/1955676354904959116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-its-quote-of-day.html' title='oh my, it&apos;s the quote of the day!'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971852774441618352.post-3860081272114167146</id><published>2008-10-22T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:34:14.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters, joyyy...</title><content type='html'>I have a sister. Her name is Megan, she's 17 years old, and she is the biggest bitch in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she is perpousfully spiteful, lies to your face, and doesn't even do it well, and uses people constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it's getting so hard to live with her. I can't wait for this upcoming August. It's going to be great. My sister will be going off to college, I'll be moving to South Dakota. So, pretty much, I won't have to see her except on winter and summer break and even then I doubt I'll see her much. Because when we go to pick her up, I'll be staying behind to hang out with my friends. I am seriously couting down the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the part about her using people. She does it all the time. For example, there's this guy, Zak, that we've known for years. And they've dated. Many times. He's hung up on her and she knows that so whenever she doesn't have a boyfriend or a date or something, she calls up trusty 'ole Zak. Like this past homecoming. She didn't have a date so she called him up. And he said yes, and they talked like everyday for a couple weeks before the dance. But since the dance I think she's talked to him maybe twice. And with him it's especially frustrating because he is this amazing, funny, awesome guy, and he deserves a hell of a lot better than this. And ne of the reasons Meg's not talking to him anymore is because he got too clingy. Well duh. If you're going to hang all over him and like sit in his lap on the couch and &lt;strong&gt;call yourself his girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, he's going to think you're dating. I mean, come on, use your brain occasionally. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhh, well, I don't know what you think of this. You may think I'm a bitch for saying al of this, but really, this is my outlet, and I need to get it out or I'm going to explode, don't like it? No ones making you read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971852774441618352-3860081272114167146?l=inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3860081272114167146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4971852774441618352&amp;postID=3860081272114167146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3860081272114167146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971852774441618352/posts/default/3860081272114167146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inamixed-upworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/sisters-joyyy.html' title='sisters, joyyy...'/><author><name>Ca!ty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01957534184505841340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2JN-XFXZVQw/SQDrlPif-1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FHqyw1ou2LU/S220/dorkosity+010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
