<?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-2616990616288591838</id><updated>2011-08-26T04:55:41.897-07:00</updated><category term='college'/><title type='text'>Daydreams &amp; Bonfires</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-399086568041070983</id><published>2010-11-28T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:48:32.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i think that running away would erase my problems&lt;br /&gt;i will not live my life in mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;Italia&lt;br /&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;bread&lt;br /&gt;and lots of olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i didn't love you&lt;br /&gt;its that i wasn't ready to be your trophy&lt;br /&gt;its been raining for weeks&lt;br /&gt;but a day of sun is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;to remind me i love it here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-399086568041070983?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/399086568041070983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=399086568041070983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/399086568041070983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/399086568041070983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2010/11/did-i-think-that-running-away-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-3447631182383573721</id><published>2010-02-01T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:45:31.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say your feel better if you let it out&lt;br /&gt;but the tears keep falling and nothings changed&lt;br /&gt;happiness is an obligation but&lt;br /&gt;if noone cares then does it matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all i need is some sleep&lt;br /&gt;when i awake things will be the way they should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know how it should be anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a date to the banquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is as close as i've been to hating the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can see are masks and stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i dont love&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just to afraid to admit that, that is all i want&lt;br /&gt;because once they have your heart&lt;br /&gt;they hold the gun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-3447631182383573721?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3447631182383573721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=3447631182383573721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3447631182383573721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3447631182383573721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-say-your-feel-better-if-you-let-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-1650868217760489240</id><published>2009-11-21T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:57:03.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another birthday.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;none of my friends called me at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;in my dormroom at 10:30 on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;well.... at least i got the birthday dance&lt;br /&gt;from some random friends that i found.&lt;br /&gt;:) lei you are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! Evan and william you tottaly made my night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-1650868217760489240?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1650868217760489240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=1650868217760489240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1650868217760489240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1650868217760489240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-8374042795694217426</id><published>2009-11-08T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:13:37.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Oh southern</title><content type='html'>Well.... im still here.&lt;br /&gt;bought christmas lights today.&lt;br /&gt;flirted with a guy who has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;checked grades .... and almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;         Boob died.&lt;br /&gt;i flushed him down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;..mikes hard lemonade.. tastes like lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;dates with guys i just want as friends ....&lt;br /&gt;and just friends with guys i want to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-8374042795694217426?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8374042795694217426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=8374042795694217426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8374042795694217426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8374042795694217426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2009/11/well.html' title='Oh southern'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-5138931292962588206</id><published>2009-08-12T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:05:20.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is this place that smells of cookies and rain...&lt;br /&gt;i finally fell in love..  and lost it&lt;br /&gt;starting over&lt;br /&gt;i should be used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;...... i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;not ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;everything is too scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಲವ್ ಮೇ ಫಾರೆವೆರ್&lt;br /&gt;a date... and a glass bridge...&lt;br /&gt;a hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;and still not the same.  the smell is all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling for your best friend.....&lt;br /&gt;a horrible idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;as the water rises around you closing in around your lips...&lt;br /&gt;breathing water as it turns to fire...&lt;br /&gt;this is the life i have chosen&lt;br /&gt;and i am happy....&lt;br /&gt;will anyone save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;from the powers of the world that i drench in painted honey..&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-5138931292962588206?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5138931292962588206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=5138931292962588206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5138931292962588206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5138931292962588206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-this-place-that-smells-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-4269757726437062401</id><published>2008-11-30T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:05:50.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ಎಸ್ತೆಬನ್&lt;br /&gt;worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;you always made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;since calling me Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;to barely passing pre-cal.&lt;br /&gt;this poems for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to one crazy gymnast, cause with you there are no limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to write for someone&lt;br /&gt;that ive hardly even known&lt;br /&gt;you flirted with me like no other.&lt;br /&gt;at times you reminded me of my brother&lt;br /&gt;i ripped the picture that you drew.&lt;br /&gt;..you looked at me and paper flew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;i suppose ill write some more someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-4269757726437062401?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4269757726437062401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=4269757726437062401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4269757726437062401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4269757726437062401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/11/esteban-worlds-apart-you-always-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-7168892279017987330</id><published>2008-09-21T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:46:22.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;im going back to sva  in an hr.&lt;br /&gt;wish i could stay.&lt;br /&gt;its like everyone is shifting and changing&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i come back  im puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;that is getting harder to fit back into the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is kissing supposed to be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would it really be so bad to try a cigarette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it to late to change my mind?&lt;br /&gt;yes.   even if it wasnt to late  would i?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so easy  to just become complacent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James.   i like him right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least i'm supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions&lt;br /&gt;and i know the answers&lt;br /&gt;but it always easier to believe&lt;br /&gt;when you hear it from someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-7168892279017987330?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7168892279017987330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=7168892279017987330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/7168892279017987330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/7168892279017987330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-been-awille.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-1725180435670415043</id><published>2008-07-03T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:33:56.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Storm within</title><content type='html'>This blog is for Joylyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so, this is me living my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green before the rain.-- is not a quote but if it was it would be my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you can smell the storm coming.&lt;br /&gt;outside the grass swaying back and forth&lt;br /&gt;an  iridescent shade of green.&lt;br /&gt;the leaves can be heard  whispering,&lt;br /&gt;slowly crescendoing into urgent song.&lt;br /&gt;and then the rain.&lt;br /&gt;longing.&lt;br /&gt;to become the storm&lt;br /&gt;soaking into my skin. melting&lt;br /&gt;running down my face.&lt;br /&gt;then there is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;take me with you&lt;br /&gt;into the ravaging winds&lt;br /&gt;the murderous clouds&lt;br /&gt;give me clarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-1725180435670415043?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1725180435670415043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=1725180435670415043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1725180435670415043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1725180435670415043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-this-blog-is-for-joylyn.html' title='the Storm within'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-1793683923244046457</id><published>2008-06-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:14:39.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You have enemies?  Good.&lt;br /&gt;That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.&lt;br /&gt;~Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we discover a desire within ourselves that nothing in this world can satisfy;&lt;br /&gt;we should begin to wonder if, perhaps, we were created for another world.&lt;br /&gt;~C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the future holds, but I know who holds the future.&lt;br /&gt;~Billy Graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a friendship caught on fire.&lt;br /&gt;~Northern Exposure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent so much time thinking about all the answers to the problem,&lt;br /&gt; that I forget what the problem *actually* was.&lt;br /&gt;~Claire Colburn[Elizabethtown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,&lt;br /&gt;are the ones who do.&lt;br /&gt;~Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfection is beauty. Madness is genius.  &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;~Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content makes poor men rich;&lt;br /&gt;discontent makes rich men poor.&lt;br /&gt;-Ben Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did,&lt;br /&gt;but people will never forget how you made them feel. -Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opposite of love is not hatred but indifference.&lt;br /&gt;-Elie Wiesel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fifty million poeple say a foolish thing,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a foolish thing. -Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the joy of loving and not for the offerings of someone else's Heart.&lt;br /&gt;-Marlene Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the dull mind all of nature is leaden.&lt;br /&gt;To the Illuminated mind the whole world sparkles with light.&lt;br /&gt;-ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a lot of men who have an infinite capacity to not know what can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;-Henry Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two ways of exerting one's strength:&lt;br /&gt;one is pushing down, the other is pulling up.&lt;br /&gt;-Booker T. Washington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-1793683923244046457?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1793683923244046457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=1793683923244046457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1793683923244046457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1793683923244046457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-have-enemies-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-6768815096560013422</id><published>2008-06-22T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:26:43.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love never Known</title><content type='html'>She always did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;so worried about reputation.&lt;br /&gt;he was a flirt, didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;so naive she fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;of love so unaware.&lt;br /&gt;they knew it would not last.&lt;br /&gt;4 years she didn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;a high school love never known&lt;br /&gt;so scared of rejection never knowing acception&lt;br /&gt;now the chance has gone and past&lt;br /&gt;and she can move on at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-6768815096560013422?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6768815096560013422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=6768815096560013422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/6768815096560013422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/6768815096560013422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-always-did-right-thing-so-worried.html' title='Love never Known'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-2027071590845017008</id><published>2008-06-16T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:24:08.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its not you, its me.</title><content type='html'>Oh Blog,&lt;br /&gt;i have forsaken  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just so busy as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship just is not as important as it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me when i say its not you its me...&lt;br /&gt;Er.. and then theres this guy.. or maybe a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry! i know you are more important&lt;br /&gt;but the chemistry just isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;you always listen but never speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone who i can talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put it bluntly theres just no sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;i cant even see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said.&lt;br /&gt;you are still the only one who can understand me.&lt;br /&gt;and i come back to you once again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-2027071590845017008?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/2027071590845017008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=2027071590845017008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/2027071590845017008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/2027071590845017008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-blog-i-have-forsaken-you.html' title='its not you, its me.'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-3449572011457435629</id><published>2008-06-05T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:04:37.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh love</title><content type='html'>You were such a surprise an unexpected gift.&lt;br /&gt;said i was pretty and i believed it.&lt;br /&gt;not really used to all this attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told myself i don't deserve you&lt;br /&gt;and this is just a phase&lt;br /&gt;could i get used to being loved the right way&lt;br /&gt;i want to argue but there is nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;oh love i think i'm ready ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-3449572011457435629?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3449572011457435629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=3449572011457435629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3449572011457435629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3449572011457435629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-were-such-surprise-unexpected-gift.html' title='oh love'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-8798794770203445946</id><published>2008-05-18T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:24:40.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>the weirdest thing just happened.&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that all those annoying crushes are gone!&lt;br /&gt;im free!!! it is the coolest feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;its like the feeling on the last day of school with the whole summer ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;yup thats how it feels not to have a crush on ne1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-8798794770203445946?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8798794770203445946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=8798794770203445946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8798794770203445946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8798794770203445946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/05/weirdest-thing-just-happened.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-4502145311471388289</id><published>2008-05-13T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:15:08.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh,  to my dearest friend nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was this boy.&lt;br /&gt;he was always out to destroy&lt;br /&gt;never did he think that it might annoy.&lt;br /&gt;his hair was the color of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;many times he acted like a rat.&lt;br /&gt;it's prolly cause he never had a cat&lt;br /&gt;many secrets he does hide&lt;br /&gt;so stay away from his bad side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day came a dinosaur with a star on its head&lt;br /&gt;and a stitch for a mouth.&lt;br /&gt;she saw this boy with a mop on its head&lt;br /&gt;and hole for a mouth&lt;br /&gt;her he made his victim&lt;br /&gt;she even met his friend named Tim&lt;br /&gt;He always followed his every whim&lt;br /&gt;and boy his hair needed a trim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; boys she had known&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none &lt;/span&gt;quite like this one.&lt;br /&gt;so she said i will befriend&lt;br /&gt;..even till the end&lt;br /&gt;for words are things that we can mend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-4502145311471388289?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4502145311471388289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=4502145311471388289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4502145311471388289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4502145311471388289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-to-my-dearest-friend-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-98213171691873926</id><published>2008-05-11T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:26:05.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You had Me at Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You say Andrea listen to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Inside I say you have no idea how hard I’m listening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Waiting, longing &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Knowing not to hope &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;because to you I am only a friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I say Stop mixing up my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But don’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-98213171691873926?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/98213171691873926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=98213171691873926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/98213171691873926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/98213171691873926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-had-me-at-hello.html' title='You had Me at Hello'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-4342068883567101925</id><published>2008-05-11T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:20:12.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is it that gives us life? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it the sun whose rays beat down on our heads when the days are long?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Could it be the rushing waters that flow down the street after a storm?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or is it the electricity that sparks when your feet rub against the carpet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not the fire that you warm your toes by in the middle of winter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not the fire that rages through a forest, leaving darkness in its wake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not the fire that flickers from the candle in a church, amidst the prayers of many.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the fire in our soul. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The passion that makes us fight to live. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the fire that the soldiers feel when defending their homeland. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The light that shines in the eyes of the newborn. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What happens then that light is gone?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is the fury of the father when he is taken away from his family &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The burning tears that spring from the broken heart of a girl &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what would happen if that fire was gone? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The passion that makes love &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and the passion that makes war.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What happens when  it's gone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-4342068883567101925?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4342068883567101925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=4342068883567101925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4342068883567101925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4342068883567101925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-it-that-gives-us-life-is-it-sun.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-9207317242815185124</id><published>2008-04-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:42:26.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Just War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 people i admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mrs. Nichols&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when i get to school she has a smile on her face. She greets me without fail every morning. Being a new teacher at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SAA&lt;/span&gt; it must have been hard but she jumped right in and changed the school for the better. I hope that i can be as friendly and encouraging as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stacy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marsden&lt;/span&gt;- Stacy has so much poise. I have never seen her lose her temper or say a nasty remark. She has gone through a lot and yet. she still has time to ask me how my day is. she has a great sense of humor and i see God through her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.my Mom - she was born into poverty but she worked her way to being a lawyer. When my dad got sick it was my mom who provided for my family and kept us together. When she is overwhelmed she just takes it one step at a time. She is so generous. she will take me shopping when i know she needs clothes more than me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Silie&lt;/span&gt;- he has endless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt;. When I was the new kid he sought me out and made me feel welcome. He empowers people to be more than they thought they could be. When he got married and had kids I thought he would not have time to pay attention to the students but somehow he still does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does humanness begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humanness begins  when your heart starts beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A just war is a war that will save more lives than it losses.&lt;br /&gt;If masses of people are being killed and only a war can stop it than it is just.&lt;br /&gt;For it is better to loose some lives  in order to save many,&lt;br /&gt; than to  sit back and  watch it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-9207317242815185124?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/9207317242815185124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=9207317242815185124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/9207317242815185124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/9207317242815185124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-people-i-admire-1.html' title='A Just War'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-7102563028449257766</id><published>2008-04-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:48:47.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ef·fer·vesce</title><content type='html'>Every passing day  my character is being molded.&lt;br /&gt;do i like who i have become?&lt;br /&gt;will it only get harder.&lt;br /&gt;or is this the worst and it will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;cause man if this is the worst than this rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'd b nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a perfect (but not necessarily good) guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Advise to above guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN! i will try to destroy you.&lt;br /&gt;2. a perfect(preferably bulletproof) car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;^Advice to above car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might want to run too.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....oh man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-7102563028449257766?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/7102563028449257766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=7102563028449257766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/7102563028449257766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/7102563028449257766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-passing-day-my-character-is-being.html' title='ef·fer·vesce'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-8946400282057678925</id><published>2008-04-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:30:27.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>ok so you know those times in your life&lt;br /&gt;when your at a fork in the road.&lt;br /&gt;and anything you say or do could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt; yea, i just missed one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the power which commands the waves will pull you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to a reunion no mortal can imagine and no female can resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पथोलोगिकाल्ली हन्द्सोमे।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts into the ground &lt;br /&gt;Found something true &lt;br /&gt;And everyone’s looking round &lt;br /&gt;Thinking I’m going crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-8946400282057678925?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8946400282057678925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=8946400282057678925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8946400282057678925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8946400282057678925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/04/bleeding-love.html' title='Bleeding Love'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-8695852904339551392</id><published>2008-04-10T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:03:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>homeshow?&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;poker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-8695852904339551392?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/8695852904339551392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=8695852904339551392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8695852904339551392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/8695852904339551392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/04/homeshow-or-poker.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-53067375220972001</id><published>2008-04-07T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:03:42.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn is Breaking</title><content type='html'>ok so my life is not as perfect as i tell my self.&lt;br /&gt;in fact it feels as if everything is hanging by a frayed string.&lt;br /&gt;i do just enough to get by.&lt;br /&gt;i cant live like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made up my mind that i do not want to be like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont any friends like him.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;is it that im just so awful that noone can talk to me without getting mad?&lt;br /&gt;i think so. but i don't know how to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i push people away because i am afraid of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joylyn's cat just died.&lt;br /&gt;she got it spayed.&lt;br /&gt;and then it died&lt;br /&gt;it makes me so mad at the carelessness of the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;she was pregnant too.&lt;br /&gt;thats 5 lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life isn't worth living unless it is for others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive lost my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me find it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-53067375220972001?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/53067375220972001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=53067375220972001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/53067375220972001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/53067375220972001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-so-my-life-is-not-as-perfect-as-i.html' title='The Dawn is Breaking'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-3905355856609452095</id><published>2008-03-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:53:38.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ill be leaving for belize in 5 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait&lt;br /&gt;im so nervous&lt;br /&gt;and so stressed&lt;br /&gt;because i havent done my  7 pg paper yet.&lt;br /&gt;or my bible paper&lt;br /&gt;i bought trinket for the kids there n there will be a blog while im there heres the site:&lt;br /&gt;http://belizemissiono8.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illl miss everyone.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-5222403547200483730</id><published>2008-03-17T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:47:46.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so i am writing another blog.&lt;br /&gt;i should be writing the 7 page paper due wed.&lt;br /&gt;or the bible paper due today&lt;br /&gt;but here i am.&lt;br /&gt;gosh ben im mad at you for giving esteban my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i know he wont come here and it wouldn't matter if he did but&lt;br /&gt;its hard enough for me to actually write my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i need to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y is it that i always attract the same type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;and always fall for the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally content with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i never really had a friend circle b4&lt;br /&gt;ive always been accepted into a couple different ones&lt;br /&gt;but now i have my own.&lt;br /&gt;i see now why it is so popular. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-5222403547200483730?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5222403547200483730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=5222403547200483730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5222403547200483730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5222403547200483730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-so-i-am-writing-another-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-5114248368647839225</id><published>2008-03-12T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:53:03.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the problem with having friends as smart as i am is that i never feel smart.&lt;br /&gt;i could be a genius but if i am surrounded by super geniuses than i i end up feeling dumb.&lt;br /&gt;its all relative.&lt;br /&gt;so then when i am entered into a group of average people i will still be feeling dumb.&lt;br /&gt;and will act accordingly even though it is likely that i am the smartest one there.&lt;br /&gt;its amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-5114248368647839225?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5114248368647839225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=5114248368647839225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5114248368647839225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5114248368647839225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/03/problem-with-having-friends-as-smart-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-4842870638873399852</id><published>2008-03-04T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:44:17.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many people have influenced my life. i dont think i chould ever count.&lt;br /&gt;from the girl i pass at the stop light to my first grade teacher.&lt;br /&gt;the guys ive had crushes on and the ones ive hated.&lt;br /&gt;this is a tribute to them. just a list of names.&lt;br /&gt;whether it was just a passing thought or someone that i think about everyday.&lt;br /&gt;if you are on this list then you have helped shape my life. and taught me lessons that make me who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;Dana&lt;br /&gt;Remy&lt;br /&gt;Matt taylor&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;Silie&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcira G.&lt;br /&gt;Melinda P.&lt;br /&gt;Jaime Jacobson&lt;br /&gt;Wendall&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Thamby&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. McAllen&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Hess&lt;br /&gt;Eric Engle&lt;br /&gt;Holly Leach&lt;br /&gt;Seema K.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;br /&gt;Holla&lt;br /&gt;Nick G.&lt;br /&gt;Estaban C.&lt;br /&gt;Alex A.&lt;br /&gt;Candice C.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Comeau&lt;br /&gt;Daniel C.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Dodge.&lt;br /&gt;Ben H.&lt;br /&gt;Joey Kanfee&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Moyer&lt;br /&gt;Nailah P.&lt;br /&gt;Megan Hess&lt;br /&gt;Addi Hudgins&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Jencks&lt;br /&gt;Taty Deleon&lt;br /&gt;Gaby Chavez&lt;br /&gt;Sierra Wilen&lt;br /&gt;Yiutang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andres Palenque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Fort&lt;br /&gt;Brady Knott&lt;br /&gt;Evan Knott&lt;br /&gt;Areum Kim&lt;br /&gt;Cassie Marroquin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stacy Marsden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Mastrapa&lt;br /&gt;Olga Messenger&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Morgan&lt;br /&gt;Drew P.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan R.&lt;br /&gt;William Royster&lt;br /&gt;Ethan&lt;br /&gt;Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark D.&lt;br /&gt;Mark T.&lt;br /&gt;Robin Welsh&lt;br /&gt;Chris Wetmore&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin Yingling&lt;br /&gt;Chatura&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Martin&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Nixon&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Brown&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones&lt;br /&gt;Seda Tolu&lt;br /&gt;Alex Landis&lt;br /&gt;Alexa Minesinger&lt;br /&gt;J.S.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Nichols&lt;br /&gt;carlos preza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Spangler&lt;br /&gt;Brian Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Alison Batchelor&lt;br /&gt;Holly Batchelor&lt;br /&gt;Cruzer&lt;br /&gt;Joylyn&lt;br /&gt;Maryjoe Boyce&lt;br /&gt;Nolan Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;nathan T&lt;br /&gt;Laura Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R84Pe8WjWWI/AAAAAAAAACE/Hdc_UQbIVdo/s1600-h/z103987396_thumb_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R84Pe8WjWWI/AAAAAAAAACE/Hdc_UQbIVdo/s320/z103987396_thumb_thumb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174090046166489442" 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/2616990616288591838-4842870638873399852?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4842870638873399852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=4842870638873399852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4842870638873399852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/4842870638873399852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-many-people-have-influenced-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R84Pe8WjWWI/AAAAAAAAACE/Hdc_UQbIVdo/s72-c/z103987396_thumb_thumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-6211164425184063357</id><published>2008-02-27T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:57:49.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddles and codes</title><content type='html'>and then im thinking.&lt;br /&gt;what if someone i write about reads it?&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrea, honestly no1 is going to read this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no1 even knows you have 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except for the select few you told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so used to talking in riddles and codes.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i actually know how to tell someone exactly how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always afraid that any info i give will be used against me.&lt;br /&gt;and it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive always observed people and tried to figure them  out.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant even figure myself out.&lt;br /&gt;why am i so afraid to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;ive never had a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;but ive broken many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm capable of it.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i don't love people.&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats why i have so many problems.&lt;br /&gt;the things(and people)  i cant have are always the ones i want the most.&lt;br /&gt;i almost don't want him to like me because&lt;br /&gt;im afraid as soon as he starts pursuing me i'll loose interest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny he is so used to having girls want him that he takes them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to delete.&lt;br /&gt;and then empty the trash.&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-6211164425184063357?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6211164425184063357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=6211164425184063357' title='2 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>gosh the point of a blog is to get your thoughts out.&lt;br /&gt;but whenever i come to post.&lt;br /&gt;they all cram to get free and end up getting stuck in the door&lt;br /&gt;so im sitting here with a mess in my head.&lt;br /&gt;another day another pointless blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-1630220134709630700?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1630220134709630700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=1630220134709630700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1630220134709630700'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R8TlO5fLk4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ahGjoFFMUJM/s1600-h/n531390914_889746_8180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R8TlO5fLk4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ahGjoFFMUJM/s320/n531390914_889746_8180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171510316240704386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-1948609152378405733?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1948609152378405733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=1948609152378405733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1948609152378405733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1948609152378405733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/02/woohoo-i-got-music-on-my-blogs-ahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R8TlO5fLk4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ahGjoFFMUJM/s72-c/n531390914_889746_8180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-3847004963030830942</id><published>2008-02-22T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:50:08.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the retreat was everything i wanted and more.&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing.  like an escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;i loved the couches and the games and the cabins.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so renewed. or at least i did when i 1st got back.&lt;br /&gt;right before my world came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;or at least the part with one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;i would never have imagined it could end so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;all because of some gossip that someone told.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like hating the person who spread it but the truth is,&lt;br /&gt;if my relationship had  had a solid foundation&lt;br /&gt;then something as small as a rumor wouldn't have made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am&lt;br /&gt;1 less friend. and 1 more lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;my question 4 the day :&lt;br /&gt;is it possible for me to be really good friends with a guy&lt;br /&gt;without being attracted to them at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am walking a picked fence.&lt;br /&gt;not so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that i don't trust girls.&lt;br /&gt;they are not sincere.&lt;br /&gt;(with the exception of two people.)&lt;br /&gt;i would not tell a girl even my  smallest secrets&lt;br /&gt;i would rather hang out with guys any day.&lt;br /&gt;only thing is. i don't trust the guys that dislike like me.&lt;br /&gt;and i run from the guys that do like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were does that leave me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-3847004963030830942?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3847004963030830942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=3847004963030830942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3847004963030830942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3847004963030830942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/02/retreat-was-everything-i-wanted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-7989808072865540518</id><published>2008-02-14T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:10:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was great.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;any other girl would think&lt;br /&gt;getting a couple valentines candy n roses is great.&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;38 roses is hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;as great as it feals to get valentines its nothing&lt;br /&gt; compared to seeing someones who  thinks that they've been forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else has a balloon and candy&lt;br /&gt;to see there face light up as you hand them a valentine.&lt;br /&gt;why do some girls get 30 and others get none.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of a charlie brown comic that i read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking foward to the retreat with all my heart.lol&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the drive up&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to play capture the flag&lt;br /&gt;and poker&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to dance in the cabins at night&lt;br /&gt;and in the field&lt;br /&gt;if i can do those things and maybe one other i will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i am dreading driving all the way back for lazertag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am directionally challenged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-1004986257609990636</id><published>2008-02-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:45:07.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music is my Language&lt;br /&gt;Music and touch.&lt;br /&gt;its like the air i breath&lt;br /&gt;a song can describe your life.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like its  a soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i long for the warm balmy nights&lt;br /&gt;and the crickets in the grass&lt;br /&gt;lying on my trampoline smelling the earth&lt;br /&gt;a different nail polish color on every toe.&lt;br /&gt;someone laughing beside me&lt;br /&gt;not a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wa so nice today it reminded me of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-1004986257609990636?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/1004986257609990636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=1004986257609990636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1004986257609990636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/1004986257609990636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-is-my-language-music-and-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-5866803153784695386</id><published>2008-01-30T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:23:53.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;हेल्लो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Hindi button is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;my rooms a mess n i dont feel like cleaning it.&lt;br /&gt;in fact i dont feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;निक&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do.&lt;br /&gt;i have so much homework, and a newspaper article to write.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard not having a car to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;हेल्प&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be a burden to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like one right now.&lt;br /&gt;i think im just going through that teenage depressed stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;लोवे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot like him right now. of all the guys.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to think about next year.&lt;br /&gt;im so scared of everyone leaving.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;सुच्कुम्ब&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im actually feeling kinda sick of valentines day&lt;br /&gt;as many gifts as i may get.&lt;br /&gt;its all bogus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want the real thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-5866803153784695386?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/5866803153784695386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=5866803153784695386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5866803153784695386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/5866803153784695386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-hindi-button-is-pretty-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-6092479376412555306</id><published>2008-01-21T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:38:03.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dear Queen Bee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;there are five gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ys who are "in love with me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and I like them all. is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i know i should think myself lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but it feels like more of a curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;if only one guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; liked me then choosing would not be a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but now if i choose one the other four will be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds shallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but i think selfish is a better word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;All i want is to be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but i know if i tell them that &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind that passes each other in hallways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;without looking at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The kind that smiles politely in group conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but never talks to you one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so i go on because i cannot bear to loose another friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; guy friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I have fallen for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But he has no clue&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot tell him for fear of ruining our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What should I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; do??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R5Vg6q2Q1bI/AAAAAAAAABM/wAoCuzKjrNU/s1600-h/99923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 228px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R5Vg6q2Q1bI/AAAAAAAAABM/wAoCuzKjrNU/s320/99923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158135509273335218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dear Unsure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You really have dug yourself into a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It sounds like you are not completely satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; with any of the guys you spoke of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My advice is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;don't settle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You are worth more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But leading guys on is deceptive and unkind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Gently tell them how you feel and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you have truly fallen for the guy that is your friend then the question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;are you willing to risk your friendship?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a decision that i cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; make for you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but long as you follow your heart I believe that you will do the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-Queen Bee&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/2616990616288591838-6092479376412555306?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/6092479376412555306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=6092479376412555306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/6092479376412555306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/6092479376412555306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-queen-bee-i-have-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/R5Vg6q2Q1bI/AAAAAAAAABM/wAoCuzKjrNU/s72-c/99923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-3171655687069242727</id><published>2008-01-21T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:45:54.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"undercover lover"</title><content type='html'>Valentines day is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;4th favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;looks like im going to be single this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should b longing for some prince charming and what not&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;from my experience valentines day is more fun when i don't have a boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-3171655687069242727?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/3171655687069242727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=3171655687069242727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3171655687069242727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616990616288591838/posts/default/3171655687069242727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/2008/01/undercover-lover.html' title='&quot;undercover lover&quot;'/><author><name>Drea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021605756857523680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-3066668091460145974</id><published>2008-01-16T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:05:54.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny how much a new hair cut can change my perspective on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-3066668091460145974?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-7893234792688103643</id><published>2008-01-13T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:46:01.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grades and other such rubbish</title><content type='html'>My parents just told me that i am going to have to&lt;br /&gt;quit gymnastics because of my grades.&lt;br /&gt;thats rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;if i was a cusser here is where i would do it.&lt;br /&gt;my grades are awful.&lt;br /&gt;in fact it feels like my life is awful right now.&lt;br /&gt;why can't they ask m&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;e to quit some i hate like choir. or newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;gymnastics is like my only ho&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;e in the Day.&lt;br /&gt;without that?....grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;            i don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so tomorrow i'm supposed to bring donuts for the class. great.&lt;br /&gt;something that i normally would love to do.&lt;br /&gt;now all i can see if me trying to act happy go lucky when all i'm thinking is someone please shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;although i think i've become pretty good at pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the worst part is, i don't do anything in gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-7893234792688103643?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhAzYvIXB-8/SveGigp2qeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLTshxujGRE/S220/Andreas+professional+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616990616288591838.post-4795000794084368394</id><published>2008-01-11T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:54:36.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new leaf</title><content type='html'>so i finally got a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616990616288591838-4795000794084368394?l=recklesshappiness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://recklesshappiness.blogspot.com/feeds/4795000794084368394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2616990616288591838&amp;postID=4795000794084368394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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