<?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-1698410711857660975</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:33:41.542-07:00</updated><category term='a'/><title type='text'>Such is life...</title><subtitle type='html'>the goings on of my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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he never wanted to marry me and became a jerk. so i left him. before i found out i was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not unhappy with that decision though. i think its better for my baby to be around love and happiness... even if that means i have to do this alone. i have a great support system with family and friends, but sometimes its still hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that my baby realizes someday that i didnt go back to his or her father because i really believe that's the best decision for everyone involved. especially the baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-2812472670665770969?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2812472670665770969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when i lived in Paden City, i went on a walk every single day. i walked in the rain or snow, and i walked wherever i felt like walking. i would listen to my ipod and just forget about the day. most of the time, i would stop down at the docks by the river and just watch the water move. i took pictures of nature and watched the sun set over the river. i would usually walk for about 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in Cambridge... it isn't safe to walk by myself... i have a feeling that i'm going to do it anyway because i hate feeling like i'm stuck in a cage and helpless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-8991511215499173382?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8991511215499173382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=8991511215499173382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8991511215499173382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8991511215499173382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-some-things-about-cambridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-3477940612192753468</id><published>2008-12-29T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:00:42.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love the sound of water running over pebbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love watching snow... like glitter that melts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love rainstorms that make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love having my hand held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love music with passion behind it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love to sing my heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love to take walks by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love taking pictures of nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love animals... especially the cuddly ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love saint bernards  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love to be by myself... but i hate to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love watching old disney movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love watching shirley temple or jerry lewis movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i get sick very easily ever since i had mono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my favorite time of day is when the sun is setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;every single day... i look at my past and think of what went wrong so that i don't make the same mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i try to be completely non-judgmental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love to spin in chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love beef jerkey and green tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-3477940612192753468?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3477940612192753468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=3477940612192753468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/3477940612192753468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/3477940612192753468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-3336702204770458765</id><published>2008-12-28T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:52:33.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night... as the wind was shaking my windows and keeping me up... i thought about my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never see the people i used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's like i'm living a completely different life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes i expect to wake up and everything will be as it used to be. i'll be living in paden city... with my old friends. i'll be taking daily walks by the river just thinking about how amazing God is. i'll have friends in all my classes in school, and i'll be someone who's known for being a good person and someone who's creative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life has completely changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every moment seems like a dream. some weird dream that doesn't seem like reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it isn't a bad dream... my reality now is just so drastically different.... it's hard to believe i'm actually living the life i'm living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-3336702204770458765?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3336702204770458765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=3336702204770458765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/3336702204770458765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/3336702204770458765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-6280811935716070394</id><published>2008-12-24T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:22:17.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to anyone who doesn't know. i'm extremely happy with my life at the moment. (that could be partially due to the fact that i don't have to go to school for 2 weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but i think it's mostly due to the fact that a lot of things are going well in my life. i'm almost halfway done with my senior year, i have a lot of friends (at church) and i have the most amazing boyfriend ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-6280811935716070394?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6280811935716070394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=6280811935716070394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6280811935716070394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6280811935716070394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-2542049036806729827</id><published>2008-12-10T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:21:18.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every morning when i wake up... (which is a difficult thing for me to do)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i  try to stop and think of every thing that has blessed my life in the past few months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so many wonderful people have entered my life and made me happer than i have been i quite some time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't express my gratitude for my wonderful friends (especially Nick)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is hard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decisions are never easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school is incredibly frustrating sometimes (since i've been sick)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the incredible people in my life make it so much easier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-2542049036806729827?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2542049036806729827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=2542049036806729827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/2542049036806729827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/2542049036806729827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-morning-when-i-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-8344454530099615210</id><published>2008-12-10T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:06:02.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today i was thinking about winter... and how so many people complain about the cold and ice, but i can't help but love everything about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially snow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this past Saturday it snowed all day, and i just sat at the window and stared...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it snows... i get this feeling that i have somehow become enclosed in a giant snow globe that has magically come to life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow... snow reminds me of how small i am compared to the rest of the world... and on Saturday... i couldn't have been more overjoyed to be reminded of my own insignificance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-8344454530099615210?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8344454530099615210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=8344454530099615210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8344454530099615210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8344454530099615210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-was-thinking-about-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-7009375989557694055</id><published>2008-12-10T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:51:59.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when life hands you lemons....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make orange juice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and people will wonder how on earth you did it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-7009375989557694055?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7009375989557694055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=7009375989557694055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/7009375989557694055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/7009375989557694055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-6218811585695768640</id><published>2008-12-10T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:39.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My inquisitive mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever wondered how other people think? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever actually tried to find the end of a rainbow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you feel sorry for fish that get caught? even if they aren't killed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what exactly IS styrofoam?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why does snow taste so much better that rain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is it about glitter that fascinates people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these are just some of the many questions that randomly pop into my head... and i actually take time to ponder these stupid questions that have seemingly no meaning...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the way that people view the world is fascinating to me... i think that's a major part in my love of reading. I get to look at the world from another persons perspective...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-6218811585695768640?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6218811585695768640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=6218811585695768640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6218811585695768640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6218811585695768640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-inquisitive-mind.html' title='My inquisitive mind'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-8536269830308324934</id><published>2008-11-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:56:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Inside Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to see Sweeney Todd last night... and I realized something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want..... no... I NEED to sing. And I need to act.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why would God put this kind of passion in my soul if this isn't what I need to do? It physically hurts me not to perform.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how i express myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wouldn't give it up for the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-8536269830308324934?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8536269830308324934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=8536269830308324934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8536269830308324934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8536269830308324934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-inside-me.html' title='The Music Inside Me'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-4556767934744973231</id><published>2008-10-29T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:19:45.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQkY8LD-vtI/AAAAAAAAACI/G2vDv2VVLoo/s1600-h/DSC02730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262765061599837906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQkY8LD-vtI/AAAAAAAAACI/G2vDv2VVLoo/s320/DSC02730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; "God's holy word&lt;br /&gt;I will make it a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path&lt;br /&gt;It's word may i hide in my heart... that i might not sin against God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hands lord; take my feet. Take my words lord; take my life song. Shape me to what you would have me be to glorify your kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-4556767934744973231?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4556767934744973231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=4556767934744973231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/4556767934744973231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/4556767934744973231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/gods-holy-word-i-will-make-it-lamp-unto.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQkY8LD-vtI/AAAAAAAAACI/G2vDv2VVLoo/s72-c/DSC02730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-6633915235102480988</id><published>2008-10-27T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:58:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard    O.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQZxnycYjMI/AAAAAAAAACA/mAZ2o_9pE2I/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262018142998662338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQZxnycYjMI/AAAAAAAAACA/mAZ2o_9pE2I/s320/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-6633915235102480988?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6633915235102480988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=6633915235102480988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6633915235102480988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6633915235102480988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/richard-oo.html' title='Richard    O.o'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQZxnycYjMI/AAAAAAAAACA/mAZ2o_9pE2I/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-3060788542424848940</id><published>2008-10-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:40:03.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQS5J6Ggx4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/q9oiH2m2440/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261533844542113666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQS5J6Ggx4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/q9oiH2m2440/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQS5JRHIevI/AAAAAAAAABw/wAw0eMML7mk/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261533833538861810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQS5JRHIevI/AAAAAAAAABw/wAw0eMML7mk/s320/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sometimes it's good to have fun and be crazy, but other times we need to stop and experience the beauty that God has put before us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-3060788542424848940?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3060788542424848940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=3060788542424848940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/3060788542424848940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/3060788542424848940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-its-good-to-have-fun-and-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SQS5J6Ggx4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/q9oiH2m2440/s72-c/DSC00404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-5893252100314291125</id><published>2008-10-23T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:10:41.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;how many times can i break till i shatter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-5893252100314291125?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5893252100314291125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=5893252100314291125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/5893252100314291125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/5893252100314291125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-many-times-can-i-break-till-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-2557185522986385828</id><published>2008-10-20T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:23:51.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made one of my very best friends in the whole world very upset, and now i'm all depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know who u are... I'm really sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-2557185522986385828?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2557185522986385828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=2557185522986385828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/2557185522986385828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/2557185522986385828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-made-one-of-my-very-best-friends-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-8483977784467231744</id><published>2008-10-19T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:25:58.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SPt66Xx2b7I/AAAAAAAAABc/5ipNLQ4g1-4/s1600-h/DSC02524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258932133119291314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SPt66Xx2b7I/AAAAAAAAABc/5ipNLQ4g1-4/s320/DSC02524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; do not be fooled by his cute and cuddley apperance. He is my guard squirrel. And he is quite vicious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-8483977784467231744?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8483977784467231744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=8483977784467231744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8483977784467231744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/8483977784467231744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/chuck-is-back.html' title='Chuck is back'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SPt66Xx2b7I/AAAAAAAAABc/5ipNLQ4g1-4/s72-c/DSC02524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-2995452744467021488</id><published>2008-10-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:52:28.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Have you ever looked at me and seen a sparkle in my eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Have you ever noticed I laugh much more than I cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Have you ever wondered why I smile so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Have you ever contemplated my gentle touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Have you ever thought about why all of this is true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I'll tell you why my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;               It's all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-2995452744467021488?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2995452744467021488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=2995452744467021488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/2995452744467021488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/2995452744467021488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-5470604328450001869</id><published>2008-10-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:58:04.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i don't want to be the girl you loved....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and then was &lt;em&gt;forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-5470604328450001869?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5470604328450001869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=5470604328450001869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/5470604328450001869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/5470604328450001869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-want-to-be-girl-you-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-5041053296978284944</id><published>2008-10-09T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:51:06.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing down on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Every now and then i get this sinking feeling in my heart that i don't belong. I have friends here, and i love them. I talk to people in school (more than i thought i would) but i know that i'm a mis-fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I may get along ok at school... but i am not one of them. i don't mean to alienate myself, but it's true. People like to tell me that if i try hard enough that i will feel like i belong here. I'm sorry to tell them that they're wrong. Even if i have friends... this is not MY class of 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't say this to make any one of my friends here feel bad... like they aren't accepting me enough. Because my friends here are amazing. I just needed to get all of this loneliness that seems to be pressing down on me lately off my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-5041053296978284944?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5041053296978284944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=5041053296978284944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/5041053296978284944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/5041053296978284944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/pressing-down-on-me.html' title='Pressing down on me'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-9083356760305552894</id><published>2008-10-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:27:36.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remnants of a broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The patchwork of torn and broken pieces can be more beautiful than the original...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you find someone to sew to the pieces back together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-9083356760305552894?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9083356760305552894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=9083356760305552894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/9083356760305552894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/9083356760305552894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/remnants-of-broken-heart.html' title='remnants of a broken heart'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-9118466794119159664</id><published>2008-10-06T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:45:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SOqEu14nCvI/AAAAAAAAABU/fv12-k_t2M0/s1600-h/L1+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254157855554472690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SOqEu14nCvI/AAAAAAAAABU/fv12-k_t2M0/s320/L1+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lots of people claim to be loyal and loving, but where on earth can you find one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Proverbs 20:6 (the message)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not the best judge of my own character, but i strive to be a loving and loyal person. i wish that in everything i do, God's love can be seen in me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-9118466794119159664?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9118466794119159664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=9118466794119159664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/9118466794119159664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/9118466794119159664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/lots-of-people-claim-to-be-loyal-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SOqEu14nCvI/AAAAAAAAABU/fv12-k_t2M0/s72-c/L1+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-6232045350076352738</id><published>2008-10-05T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:54:21.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. (it's my curse) i've been thinking about my future, and what God's plan is for my life. and this is what i figured out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i have no clue what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i don't know what i'm supposed to do with my life, where i'm supposed to go to college.... i wish i could stay in highschool just so i don't have to think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i visited Trevecca... in Nashville Tennessee... and i really liked it. but i just don't know if i could go 8 hours away from my family and friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i was thinking and i wrote this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE CHOICE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;walking in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;where do i go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my heart pulls me one way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but my mind says "no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in the maze of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm becoming steadily lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the only way is to push through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but at what cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;who will i lose in this fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;or myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i hold onto you in spite of everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm straining myself to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;are you speaking to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;will you help me to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;all i want is to do your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but if i can't hear your voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in making this choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-6232045350076352738?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6232045350076352738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=6232045350076352738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6232045350076352738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/6232045350076352738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-thinking-lot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-1257830693178999042</id><published>2008-10-05T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:32:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SOkIiei_AHI/AAAAAAAAABA/rODMga7XDhA/s1600-h/L1+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253739828712767602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SOkIiei_AHI/AAAAAAAAABA/rODMga7XDhA/s320/L1+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is Chuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He's a model. &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/1698410711857660975-1257830693178999042?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1257830693178999042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=1257830693178999042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/1257830693178999042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/1257830693178999042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/10/chuck.html' title='Chuck  :)'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SOkIiei_AHI/AAAAAAAAABA/rODMga7XDhA/s72-c/L1+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-85998278790645109</id><published>2008-09-11T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:32:36.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twists and turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who would've thought?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i still don't feel like i'm home, but i'm not being so pessimistic about life. i don't hate living here. don't get me wrong. i miss all my friends like crazy, but i'm viewing this as an opportunity to make new friends. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i only hope that i won't lose my old friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if any of you guys are reading this... i luuurrrve you all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't forget me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-85998278790645109?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/85998278790645109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-4189958562124018865</id><published>2008-08-07T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:26:04.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;i'm really getting tired of guys who don't even know me making really rude comments. since when do girls take those kind of things as compliments? it's disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;what happened to respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;i think it died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-4189958562124018865?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4189958562124018865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=4189958562124018865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/4189958562124018865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/4189958562124018865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-cereal.html' title='for cereal'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-41402345938202194</id><published>2008-08-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:08:04.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus and life jackets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;today i was at vbs... watchin little children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i'm in charge of the kindergardeners through 2nd grade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;today the lesson was about how jesus and peter walked on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the conversation went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;teacher: why did peter start to sink? what didn't he have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(correct answer: faith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kid named logan's answer: a life jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we all laughed a little and told him the answer was faith, but it got me thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot of people try to find life jackets when they're sinking. they grab onto anything they can to save themselves. it's hard to remember in a storm that we don't need lifejackets. we may be scared to death as the waves toss around us, but all we have to do is keep our eyes on jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-41402345938202194?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/41402345938202194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=41402345938202194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/41402345938202194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/41402345938202194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/jesus-and-life-jackets.html' title='jesus and life jackets'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-66534120460392769</id><published>2008-08-06T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:43:25.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>refocus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was thinking about how horrible it seems to be alone, and how wonderful it is to know God is there. there used to be a time when i was alone and it didn't bother me. it just seemed normal to me, but now that i know what it feels like to have someone who understands me and i've lost it... sometimes it seems unbearable. maybe that's why i try to hold on so tightly, even though i know holding too tight just pushes people away. i need to refocus on the fact that God is there. that i'm not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need to focus on my friends who don't want to see my pain anymore. i'm a fairly happy person most of the time, but there always seems to be that one little voice in my head that constantly reminds me of rejection. i can't be consumed by that one voice anymore. i don't pretend to be over it, but i need to learn to focus on other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each day is a blessing, and i don't want to waste what time i have on things i can't change. life's too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-66534120460392769?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/66534120460392769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=66534120460392769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/66534120460392769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698410711857660975/posts/default/66534120460392769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/2008/08/refocus.html' title='refocus'/><author><name>Such is life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17859576014553388956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6tUCdQl70u0/SJjAuV05RwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bpMd3xBqoIg/S220/Photo+120.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698410711857660975.post-8760395613689110601</id><published>2008-08-05T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:25:28.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so then i was thrown on a roller coaster...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey there people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've been thinkin lately about what's been happening in my life. i can't help but wonder what my future holds. everything is so uncertain right now.  i have no idea what the next year of my life will bring. i'm hoping to attain new friends at my new school, and i plan on getting involved as much as possible. the problem is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm scared out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything seems to be happening so fast. i don't know how to keep up with the emotional roller coaster of my life.  plus i'm a senior in high school... which means thinking about my future. i can't even begin to imagine my future, when i have no clue what's going on right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm staying fairly positive about the whole situation. i'm optimistic about my senior year. it's just really overwhelming to think that i'll make new friends and then have to start all over again in just a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love the people i've met so far...which is mostly drama kids :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i'm extremely nervous about the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i absolutely hate it when people don't like me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698410711857660975-8760395613689110601?l=lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyneaelizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8760395613689110601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1698410711857660975&amp;postID=8760395613689110601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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