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RJ and I broke up 9 months ago. Mind blowing, right? It just doesn't feel like 9 months. It feels like 4 maybe 5 months. The reason for that, i discovered, is that I started living again, 4, maybe 5 months ago. From Januay to June, (basically), I was practically dead to the the world, and the world felt dead to me. I was frozen, like time had stopped. But it hadn't. For me? I was stuck like a demon from Supernatural in a devil's trap. I couldn't move, and i didn't try to. for 4, or 5 months. My grades dropped, i became a victem to self-mutilating and I blocked out everything and everyone. For 4 or 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what sucks the most? Those 4 or 5 months, were the last 4 or 5 months of highschool for me. And they were ruined. Because basically, the only high school memories I have from my last semester of highschool, are the ones where i remember pain, suffering, hate, anger, sadness, darkness and general depression. I forgive RJ, mostly i guess. I also forgive myself.. mostly. It's a work in progress, and I am trying to get past it. But my true feelings are emerging and every once in awhile I can't hold them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm angry and sad. My last months of highschool were spent with a broken heart. That's truly something to get depressed about all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-744479634688438111?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/744479634688438111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/11/demon-in-devils-trap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/744479634688438111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/744479634688438111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/11/demon-in-devils-trap.html' title='a demon in a devil&apos;s trap.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4236922624400223514</id><published>2010-10-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:03:03.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout to KARLY SUMMERS; I have a passion for-video editing? and Featuring on Christian Bergen's album; hell ya.</title><content type='html'>First off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP Karly! You're on Vancouver Island's Got Talent? That is epic! GOOD JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've been listening to songs lately that are seriously inspiring me to start editing videos again. I watched Karly's two new vlogs on Mobileme.com and they looked fun.. I'm gonna try my rusty hand at video editing again, see what I come up with. Im going to post them on my new MobileMe account so they dont get taken off of youtube. I'll let you know when to check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd last but not least, I've started working at Chevron, but don' judge. I NEED MORE MONEY. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. And I'm featuring on 2 songs one being backup vocals in "The Parade" and the other a verse in another song. It's gonna be awesome. Doing that recording on Friday morning. 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"Shake" What do you think? =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright © Rebecca Boux October 8th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, there’s something that sets you and I apart&lt;br /&gt;A matter of the heart, if the pieces weren’t so sharp&lt;br /&gt;I’d hold them together, but lucky for us&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the will, you and I standing still.&lt;br /&gt;We’re face to face, gave up the chase&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye and tell me it’s all right to turn away&lt;br /&gt;You and I had our love in spades&lt;br /&gt;As the bomb falls, I can’t help but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shake, when you avoid my eyes, I&lt;br /&gt;Shake, are we making a big mistake?&lt;br /&gt;I shake, because it’s out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;We’re making separate plans&lt;br /&gt;And without you here, I can’t help but&lt;br /&gt;Shake, but I’ll be all right, I might&lt;br /&gt;Shake, in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Wide-awake, where the dreams can’t get me&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel heavy and&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had a feeling this day might come&lt;br /&gt;Had my bags packed for when the rage was done&lt;br /&gt;In my head it was easy, but right now I feel queasy&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep myself busy, until I’m numb&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it, in the bottom of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It’s a blow to my heart quickly turning to stone&lt;br /&gt;Soon this will be, just a memory&lt;br /&gt;I’ll bury it deep, cause all I can do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was something that we could have done&lt;br /&gt;We did it, nothing could have fixed it&lt;br /&gt;But I, I still have us on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I, I have way too much time&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn’t matter how many songs I write&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the end you’re still keeping me up at night&lt;br /&gt;So I hope what you did was, right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus&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/1868351240201961286-3497580858809351397?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3497580858809351397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/10/hayley-shake-what-do-you-think-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3497580858809351397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3497580858809351397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/10/hayley-shake-what-do-you-think-d.html' title='Hayley*! &quot;Shake&quot; What do you think? =D'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7814453636144088065</id><published>2010-10-07T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:12:12.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey, Wait!</title><content type='html'>Audrey, Wait! = a new favourite book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Must. Read. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7814453636144088065?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7814453636144088065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/10/audrey-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7814453636144088065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7814453636144088065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/10/audrey-wait.html' title='Audrey, Wait!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-2574288387117297961</id><published>2010-10-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:27:51.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time runs too fast, one minute you're there, the next you're not.</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Bruised by Jack's Mannequin. I found this artist thanks to Kimmy. She had a song called Dark Blue on a CD and I looked it up and I really like all the music... :) New fav artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a 30 minute jog today. I jogged abut 18-20 minutes of that time, and walked the rest. (in between jogging.) It was great, but I didn't get much sleep last night, and I have a cold... and a major sinus headache so I don't feel that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am auditioning a lead guitarist named Tyler. I hope he's the one. Then I can get my band back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, but a similar one... I've written 3 songs in the las 3 days. This makes me pretty happy. First one was called "See You Next Time" then second one was "How Can I Lie" and the third was "Second Best" ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR MY LIMEWIRE WONT CONNECT TO THE INTERWEB... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd, I am learning about theory and transposing on the piano and relative minor's andthe order of sharps (F)at (C)ows (G)o (D)ancing (A)fter (E)ating (B)reakfast .... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of frusterating... I've never been able to understand all this theory stuff. But I guess if I try hard enough it might start to make sense..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnRfw-Bmlrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnRfw-Bmlrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-2574288387117297961?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2574288387117297961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: none" border="0" alt="Quantcast" src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-6641476643175798269?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6641476643175798269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/09/bannnerrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6641476643175798269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6641476643175798269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/09/bannnerrrr.html' title='Bannnerrrr'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3187166827312122887</id><published>2010-09-21T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:26:15.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I to change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a box on the floor in the middle of my room&lt;br /&gt;It holds all my secrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't let them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you patronize, why do you make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say these things, now I can't let you back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say goodbye, but i don't want to change who I am;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to say goodbye, but who am I, to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to change who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a space in the town, where I go to get away&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know me when I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you patronize, why do you make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you stick around, now the truth has been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry inside, and i don't want to change who I am;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say goodbye, but who am I, to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to change who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, to change?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to change who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, to change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who am I to change who I am&lt;br /&gt;who am I, who am I?)&lt;br /&gt;(Who am I to change who I am&lt;br /&gt;who am I, who am I?)(Who am I to change who I am&lt;br /&gt;who am I, who am I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say goodbye, but i don't want to change who I am;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to say goodbye, but who am I, to change?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry inside, and i don't want to change who I am;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say goodbye, but who am I, to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3187166827312122887?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4797036771737197011</id><published>2010-09-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:53:09.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano lessons</title><content type='html'>I'm starting piano lessons soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited, i even practise my scales voluntarily! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to play "When I Look At You" by Miley Cyrus from The Last Song. I love it, it's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy playing the piano. It's honestly become an undeveloped passion of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, when I'm playing, i don't have to talk to anybody, look at anybody, and physically cannot talk about anybody. Not that I really ever do anymore (Everyone goes through a gossip stage in their life.) but I'm not like that anymore, and I haven't been for a long time now. But Playing the piano re-enforces it and I don't need to look at anyone. There's just me and the piano, my focus, listening and playing. It's very therapeutic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4797036771737197011?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4797036771737197011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/09/piano-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4797036771737197011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4797036771737197011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/09/piano-lessons.html' title='Piano lessons'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7213628429495516820</id><published>2010-09-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:02:07.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September and all its music;</title><content type='html'>Sounds cool. Like I could put it in a song. I'm going to do that I think. It'll give me something to do while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) 1 of my 2 best friends is busy and can't hang out with me,&lt;br /&gt;b) My band is on hold because I can't find an effing lead/rhythm guitarist,&lt;br /&gt;c) Practically all my friends are either working full time or going to school now&lt;br /&gt;d) While I wait for a job opening or someone to answer one of my resumes so I can quit that hell-hole I've called my less-than-desirable job for the last 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink lots of water.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at least 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Cut back on coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Remember green tea vitamins or tea.&lt;br /&gt;Stay busy.&lt;br /&gt;Leave little time to mope.&lt;br /&gt;Watch less TV.&lt;br /&gt;Play music, sing and write.&lt;br /&gt;Get gigs.&lt;br /&gt;Do promoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;Record new acoustic album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survive the sudden transition from summer to real life-after-graduation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and try to forget about a certain stupid "older sister" person of mine who's life is obviously too busy to even text me back, return my phone calls or even pick up the phone WHEN I call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7213628429495516820?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7213628429495516820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-and-all-its-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7213628429495516820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7213628429495516820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-and-all-its-music.html' title='September and all its music;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-6642398128302282993</id><published>2010-08-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:33:48.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait til life REALLY starts.</title><content type='html'>Ahh, what a night at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;2. My job hates me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryan the grocery supervisor is on an egotrip and hates me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Therefore feels the need to be a complete an utter ass to me at any possible time.&lt;br /&gt;5. And make my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ahhh, I await the day I quit that stupid job and say "see ya, losers" to all the pricks that think they're all high and mighty.  "OHH LOOK AT ME IM A FUCKING THRIFTY'S SUPERVISOR! Bow down before me hoes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Now that I am semi-finished ranting and raging about that... Im getting my hair done tomorrow. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-6642398128302282993?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6642398128302282993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-wait-til-life-really-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6642398128302282993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6642398128302282993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-wait-til-life-really-starts.html' title='I can&apos;t wait til life REALLY starts.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5995881446234256707</id><published>2010-08-23T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:44:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctus Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEEyNeFgtmM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEEyNeFgtmM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't leave me hungry for love, chasing dreams;;&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/1868351240201961286-5995881446234256707?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5995881446234256707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/sanctus-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5995881446234256707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5995881446234256707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/sanctus-real.html' title='Sanctus Real'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5845712812501340355</id><published>2010-08-21T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:17:25.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piaano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wRYc89ZSJY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wRYc89ZSJY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna plaay like thiis!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5845712812501340355?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5845712812501340355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/piaano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5845712812501340355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5845712812501340355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/piaano.html' title='Piaano'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3808718495895006020</id><published>2010-08-15T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:58:04.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Voice</title><content type='html'>I've always always loved Hilary Duff. Hayley's ranting about her recently has re-hooked me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3808718495895006020?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3808718495895006020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3808718495895006020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3808718495895006020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-voice.html' title='Little Voice'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3506031496802059572</id><published>2010-08-12T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:29:06.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Justin Bieber, how are ya doing?</title><content type='html'>I feel kinda bad for Justin Bieber. Yah yeah, okay, he's famous, livin' the dream, millions of screaming fans. He's LIVIN the LIFE. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid has JUST turned 16. He's so young and became famous so fast! I dunno... He just seems to be cracking under all the pressure now. What will swearing at papparrazi by accident, and people expecting so much of him while others hate him for being young and talented... I think he's majourly overwhelmed, and I feel sorry for him... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I was cruisin' round Twitter and I went on his page, and he had all kinds of messages like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would make me the happiest girl in the world if you retweet/follow/message me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're amazing but you'll never see my tweet or message me back... :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of shit like that. But one of the more recent ones was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody ever really asks you this... how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he relplied to this person and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for asking&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...just want to be a normal kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and u?" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Exact copy &amp;amp; paste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know JB is thankful to his fans for his success and stuff and is so greatful for the life he's living but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm completely wrong, but I can't help wondering if he really is as "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" as he says he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/justin%20bieber" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 289px" border="0" alt="Justin Bieber Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn241/Bianca_18_2008/Justin%20Bieber/normal_015.jpg" width="181" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/justin%20bieber" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 218px" border="0" alt="Justin Bieber Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx242/sulein/JustinBieber.jpg" width="299" height="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IuuSE_sAt1k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IuuSE_sAt1k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/bam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8282908178141116043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8282908178141116043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/bam.html' title='BAM'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5718095062110952665</id><published>2010-08-09T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:32:23.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My doubts fade away, when I'm kissin' you ;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeOH0oUejMI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SeOH0oUejMI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5718095062110952665?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5718095062110952665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-doubts-fade-away-when-im-kissin-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5718095062110952665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5718095062110952665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-doubts-fade-away-when-im-kissin-you.html' title='My doubts fade away, when I&apos;m kissin&apos; you ;;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-1957257290177185408</id><published>2010-08-04T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:40:12.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Recording Studio</title><content type='html'>Soon I'll be in one to do acoustic recordings of all my main songs so I can copyright them. Then soon enough i'll be in one again so I can record an album with my band backing me. :) Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-1957257290177185408?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/1957257290177185408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/professional-recording-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1957257290177185408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1957257290177185408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/professional-recording-studio.html' title='Professional Recording Studio'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5023291262072137843</id><published>2010-08-02T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:48:25.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Runaways</title><content type='html'>I just watched the 2010 movie "The Runaways"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I didn't like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Dakota Fanning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Swore&lt;br /&gt;2. "did drugs"&lt;br /&gt;3. Wore very inappropriate outfits&lt;br /&gt;4. Had sex&lt;br /&gt;5. Kisses a girl/made out with a girl numerous times&lt;br /&gt;6. drinks&lt;br /&gt;7. and a whole shitload of other stuff. (including practically being naked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem? She's like, 16? tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kristen Stewart or whatever is gross in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Hayley said it was good... It was like a musical version of fish tank. It was bad... really disgusting. How are Dakota Fanning's parents okay with her acting jobs these days? how is SHE okay with it? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Hayley will probably say "it depends on your taste in movies" or something like she did about fish tank, but wow. I don't really have anything good to say about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5023291262072137843?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5023291262072137843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/runaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5023291262072137843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5023291262072137843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/runaways.html' title='The Runaways'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8658401945939228639</id><published>2010-08-01T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:11:24.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Youtube Videos</title><content type='html'>Here's Michelle Branch's "Tuesday Morning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaPVj6h47zY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaPVj6h47zY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Taylor Swift &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat's "Breathe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEXE-5S_o3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UEXE-5S_o3Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new song... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5xm0pfoJBU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5xm0pfoJBU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8658401945939228639?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8658401945939228639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-youtube-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8658401945939228639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8658401945939228639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-youtube-videos.html' title='New Youtube Videos'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-9069496545647850028</id><published>2010-07-30T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:06:32.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>`  Beautiful melody ;</title><content type='html'>I can't even tell you how many times I cried/almost cried while watching The Last Song. Miley and the other actors in the movie get a standing ovation from me, no questions asked. It was beautiful &amp;amp; heartfelt, heart&lt;em&gt;breaking&lt;/em&gt; and heart&lt;em&gt;warming. &lt;/em&gt;Full of love, and sadness and intensity and fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, this is my favourite movie, or at least one of them... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20last%20song" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="The Last Song Cover Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i869.photobucket.com/albums/ab258/Buxee/The-Last-Song-poster.jpg" width="401" height="654" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-9069496545647850028?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/9069496545647850028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-melody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/9069496545647850028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/9069496545647850028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/beautiful-melody.html' title='`  Beautiful melody ;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5902882984921047906</id><published>2010-07-30T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:10:52.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>My drummer Richard and guitarist Elston introduced me to a website called "Icefilms" where i can watch movies online. As much as i KNOW that's wrong, i aint got much money to spend on rentals, or theatres. So when a movie goes into theatres that i dont have the money to see, leaves theatres, but doesnt come out on dvd for months after? That really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am currently watching "The Last Song". I love it so far. :) It's romantic, and full of all kinds of the stuff that keeps me happy in my time of loneliness and lack of romantic love in my life. Lol, &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The process for the website is not exactly &lt;em&gt;complicated &lt;/em&gt;per se, but it's definitely something i couldn't and wouldn't have figured out on my own. Thank goodness for IMing, and my two musician buds who step-by-stepped me through it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love technology..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/joCwQ2pjfjw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/joCwQ2pjfjw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5902882984921047906?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5902882984921047906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5902882984921047906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5902882984921047906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7343899258715816749</id><published>2010-07-27T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:01:42.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if life would be easier if we could &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; less. We wouldn't hurt, we couldn't cry, we didn't feel forgotten, or neglected, angry. We wouldn't feel that significant drop from happy to sad when something goes wrong. We wouldn't get broken hearts, because we wouldn't be able to feel pain. We'd never miss people, or feel confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I guess in the end, we're made this way for a reason. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and all that. It's what makes us&lt;em&gt; human&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7343899258715816749?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7343899258715816749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7343899258715816749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7343899258715816749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/human.html' title='Human'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5376982204017464983</id><published>2010-07-25T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:02:58.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La la di da</title><content type='html'>Well, that it. It is now July 25th, and I am officially OFFICIALLY 18. Can't go back now, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I don't want to work. I don't feel any different. And being 18 is like, you're more of an adult now cause people expect you to be, but honestly I think I'm as immature, difficult, stubborn and all that as i was 2 days ago. LOL. I don't wanna go to "slave camp" as one of my coworkers as nicknamed "thriftys" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm submitting a video to the Ellen DeGeneres label on he website right now. And I am gonna make coffee, feed the animals and clear my hard drive onto my new 1 TERABYTE external hard drive. Zoinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5376982204017464983?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5376982204017464983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-la-di-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5376982204017464983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5376982204017464983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-la-di-da.html' title='La la di da'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8531222955372474994</id><published>2010-07-24T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:40:00.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to meeee..</title><content type='html'>Im 18! Seems like just yesterday i was 17...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can do stupid things still, but instead of being able to say "im 17! geez, i do stupid things! get over it!" afterwards, now all i can say is "sorry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8531222955372474994?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8531222955372474994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-meeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8531222955372474994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8531222955372474994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-meeee.html' title='Happy Birthday to meeee..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3776363426735938502</id><published>2010-07-21T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:35:11.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just another day of a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find right now that the amount of guesswork involved in my life is overwhelming me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find that the amount of routine my work requires is turning my brains to goo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find that the lack of knowing in my life right now is keeping me on my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I find that the intrigue i feel keeps me following my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3776363426735938502?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3776363426735938502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-just-another-day-of-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3776363426735938502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3776363426735938502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-just-another-day-of-lifetime.html' title='It&apos;s just another day of a lifetime'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3954901832336543224</id><published>2010-07-20T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:14:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... You ok? ... Yeah. Fine, why?... Nothing ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fine we wont hang out&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gah too many chat boxes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;way to change the subject NOT HANGER OUTTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Whateeevvvzzzz your loss if you dont wanna chill with the chill masterrrrr ... on my birthday.. ........or any other time....&lt;br /&gt;I bet if it was rosie or jess you'd hang with them. *even with how much you SAAAY you dont like them* lol&lt;br /&gt;but no&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;Im just becky&lt;br /&gt;JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSST becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM KIDDING GAWD RELAX WOMAN ILL COME.......meow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rj's ex gf&lt;br /&gt;the one u hang with on occasion&lt;br /&gt;when bored&lt;br /&gt;or out of options&lt;br /&gt;or you run into me in sidney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who is gonna be famous someday&lt;br /&gt;and rock the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and BE SINGING HER SHIIIT&lt;br /&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;........................&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AND BE THE COOLEST F***ING B**** ON THE BLOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AND YOU WONT BE FRIENDS WITH HER ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CUZ TO U SHE WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST BECKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;BUT SHES GONNA BE AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET NOT HANGING WITH HER&lt;br /&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ON HER 18TH BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OR GOING TO BEACON HILL PARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OHH LEGAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TO FEED THE DUCKS&lt;br /&gt;ORRRR THE MALL&lt;br /&gt;TO SHOP AT LASENZA&lt;br /&gt;I KID&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;YA&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hang out on my birthday this saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT SAY SOMETHING YOU'LL REGR--&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;but only if u want to....&lt;br /&gt;WWATCH WHAT U SAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*halo appears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-βзссα;● --x вαяъзđ ώіѓє &amp;amp;&amp;amp;яσѕәş:: ● `&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Your pretty face is going to hell- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Fine&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°©«½ M¡K£ T¡Tµ§ ½ »®° says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;nothing ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3954901832336543224?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3954901832336543224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/msn-chat-xd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3954901832336543224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3954901832336543224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/msn-chat-xd.html' title='... You ok? ... Yeah. Fine, why?... Nothing ^^'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7498219298227079287</id><published>2010-07-18T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:10:21.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DzgepIsVpJY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzgepIsVpJY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzgepIsVpJY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7498219298227079287?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7498219298227079287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/grad-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7498219298227079287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7498219298227079287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/grad-summer.html' title='Grad Summer'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4886644329413657326</id><published>2010-07-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:52:54.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is lovin' me</title><content type='html'>Meaning, it's been pretty good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have a gig today but the smodge podges that work at and run thrifty's decided to be little tools again and make me work today. Of course, nobody could cover the shift, and the rest didn't want to or were already working. So yaaaaaay, I get to work 6.5 hours today and make 45 dollars instead of playing a 2 hour gig at Matticks Farm and making 100 dollars. Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright(er) side. I bought clip in hair extensions! One of the clips doesn't work though UGH so I have to take them back and get them to fix it or whatever. But that's alright I guess. I want to put in a resume there because they're hiring. Yeah, it's in Victoria but whatever. I really think it would be fun to work there! Only thing is I wont be able to go until tomorrow because they'll be closed by the time I get off work today. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. G2g get ready for work and eat toast and mope and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4886644329413657326?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4886644329413657326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-is-lovin-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4886644329413657326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4886644329413657326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-is-lovin-me.html' title='Summer is lovin&apos; me'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4258556068184968874</id><published>2010-07-11T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T09:27:56.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday kind of sucked.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning was alright.&lt;br /&gt;The middle was laaaaaaaaame.&lt;br /&gt;But the end was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tomorrow is actually today.&lt;br /&gt;I have to worked later&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen before then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4258556068184968874?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4258556068184968874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-kind-of-sucked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4258556068184968874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4258556068184968874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-kind-of-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-2907710065380114224</id><published>2010-07-09T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T16:34:47.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I really up at 6 AM by choice???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/summer" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="heart watermelon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt240/chevy_girl_9651/big_3862374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, it's been a long day. It's not even 4:30 PM yet, and I'm ready to crash.&lt;br /&gt;I got out today though. I slept on the futon downstairs last night, except I can't really say I &lt;em&gt;slept &lt;/em&gt;on it. More like, was lying on it all night. Ya, it was warm downstairs, but I just don't sleep well in places I am not familiar with. Yes, it's my house/living room, but I am used to sleeping in my bed, thus, I did not sleep well downstairs, if really at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly tired right now, but I have a long evening ahead of me still. I am going to Christian Bergen/Brenden Close/Monique Fink's gig at the Spiral Cafe tonight, again. I want to go, but I'm sooo tired... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 6 AM today, by choice, and I was out the door at 6:30 AM. I went to check on the studio, then got money out of the bank for my budget, bought a bus pass etc etc, I also got my green tea pills. :) Then I got an iced americano with Vanilla shots in it from Fresh Cup, then I had a doctors appointment in Victoria at 9 AM. Apparently the problem I am having with my feet has something to do with the tendon that runs down the back of my ankle/heel and across a section of the bottoms of my feet. I need an ultrasound to check the swelling on the tendons, and possibly orthodics for my shoes... and I was given a prescription for a stronger/different anti-inflammatory to help with the severe pain I'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot again today, but I've handled it way better. I supposed i am becoming slightly climatized, but it's going to start cooling down now (slowly, but yes :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS! I got sunglasses today and a zebra print case for them. I also bought a new white shirt for work. blaaaahhhh, work. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Better go. I'm going to lie down for a few minutes before I need to get ready to leave for Christians gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/water%20splash" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="water splash Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i853.photobucket.com/albums/ab93/jonji7323/ist2_8414147-fresh-water-splash-and.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-2907710065380114224?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2907710065380114224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/was-i-really-up-at-6-am-by-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2907710065380114224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2907710065380114224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/was-i-really-up-at-6-am-by-choice.html' title='Was I really up at 6 AM by choice???'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5824048032299962470</id><published>2010-07-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:45:03.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't do heat</title><content type='html'>This weather is going to be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;heat!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if something went wrong in my programming or what, but my body just cannot tolerate the sticky muggy humid temperatures of summer. I hate summer. My LEAST favourite season.&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Fresh Cup tonight, and it was sooooo sticky in there it was disgusting. Loraine, Shawnie's mom went in there for my last song, and afterwards she told me I didn't really well. Then I told her how the heat is really bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;She told me "Yeah, it's reaallyy hot out. You never did like the heat that much."&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much of when I was younger, but I'm sure she's right. After all, Shawnie and I were best friends fro grade 1 to grade 6/7. And we LIVED at eachother's houses. She must be right. And it's not hard to believe that I was this way as well when I was younger. I don't remember ever having this much problem with it, but then again, global warming has struck, and the last couple of years have been killer. I mean, FAR hotter then they used to be. Fuck, I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As gross as this is, i a sweating just sitting here typing this. Its that time of the day when it's soo much cooler outside, cause the sun has gone down? But the house is still super hot, cause it's been hot all day. Jessie and I are going to sleep downstairs tonight, and I am going to get up at 6, and do all my errands early in the morning before it starts to blaze.  It's hot downstairs, but it's muuuuch much worse upstairs. I'd take another cold shower, but i would just swear again. Oh well, I still might. I'm desperate for relief of this heat, and I am feeling very sweaty again. Gross..    :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday and supposed to be like this again, but then it is supposed to cool down a little bit after that? Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: 29 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 25 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 23 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 21 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 23 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 22 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 23 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 22 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 20 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 20 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 18 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc. See? Starting this Saturday, it's supposed to go down. I sure hope that's true... !!!&lt;br /&gt;The next two weeks, moving towards my birthday on the 24th etc is supposed to even dip to 17 and cloudy!! YAY! BIRTHDAY WISH #1 I HOPE THE WEATHER STAYS BELOW 25 FOR THE REST OF THE SUMMER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I hope it comes true. Life will be a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5824048032299962470?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5824048032299962470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-do-heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5824048032299962470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5824048032299962470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-do-heat.html' title='I don&apos;t do heat'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8967132368396728927</id><published>2010-07-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:44:32.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverbnation Gadget... sorry!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to also say how sorry I am that I have that gadget on my blog. It plays my music automatically, and I can't take it off because it helps me keep up my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reverbnation&lt;/span&gt; page to an acceptable standard. Sorry, just put your speaker volume down or pause it when you come to my blog if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to listen, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8967132368396728927?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8967132368396728927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/reverbnation-gadget-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8967132368396728927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8967132368396728927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/reverbnation-gadget-sorry.html' title='Reverbnation Gadget... sorry!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7920290585574253483</id><published>2010-07-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:42:43.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>I thought it was time for a summer-y change. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a quickie update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley and I took some AWESOME photos the yesterday and I put them on facebook. The guitar photo of me I used for my banner is one of like, a hundred and fifty five photos... :P I missed Hayley! We hadn't hung out it what seemed like forreeevvveerrr :P I'm glad her new job at VPAS is working on, but I miss my best friend.. :( Oh well. We will be hanging out on Friday too :) I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of gigs coming up, and they're still comin! I have 2 at Matticks Farm in July and 2 in August, + The Saanich fair at the end of the summer, and a Butchart Gardens gig on September 1st I believe (still in the early stages of planning) and a serious coffee gig in Sooke on August 14th, plus I will be contacting the guy who owns the Spiral Cafe and be doing a gig there I think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here... Ugh. I'm graduated, it's hot out (eww...) I have to work today (double ewww) and&lt;em&gt; I like &lt;/em&gt;someone! Great, seems like things are working out lately.. :) Cept for the weather (which, did I mention is too hot?) and I am bored out of my mind half the time. Oh well. I'll keep you all posted on stuff... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7920290585574253483?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7920290585574253483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7920290585574253483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7920290585574253483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7178823165613006979</id><published>2010-07-07T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:50:24.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Crush Song"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know that you've been&lt;br /&gt;Running through my head, today? (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;That you've been keeping me up at night&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be held tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a little closer...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;I wanna listen to my heart&lt;br /&gt;And maybe fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do do do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know that you've been&lt;br /&gt;Running through my head, lately? (repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Haven't I told you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I haven't felt this way in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanna tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How much I like seeing you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanna get a little closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Even if push comes to shove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanna listen to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And maybe fall in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh baby, and maybe fall in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do do do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanna fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanna fall in love with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wanna fall in, love with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7178823165613006979?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7178823165613006979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/crush-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7178823165613006979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7178823165613006979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/crush-song.html' title='&quot;The Crush Song&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5101473723504696821</id><published>2010-07-03T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:59:24.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What.. really???</title><content type='html'>Its almost too crazy to even think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5101473723504696821?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5101473723504696821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5101473723504696821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5101473723504696821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-really.html' title='What.. really???'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-293823882510564718</id><published>2010-06-28T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:45:16.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Hormones</title><content type='html'>I know how Molly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Montgomery&lt;/span&gt; feels now.&lt;br /&gt;Hormones, will you please knock it off?&lt;br /&gt;It's one thing to like a person once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;But it's another thing being attracted to people really easily&lt;br /&gt;And liking people&lt;br /&gt;When, well.&lt;br /&gt;They wont like you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-293823882510564718?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/293823882510564718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-hormones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/293823882510564718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/293823882510564718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-hormones.html' title='Dear Hormones'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-1195687219049555602</id><published>2010-06-26T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:35:30.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The unexpected</title><content type='html'>It's summer, I have a gig tomorrow and I have to establish an amp, and a 30 minute set list. But I want to go for coffee first. .... :) Wash hair, ..... go on scooter to Fresh Cup. Hang out for awhile and make my set list, then... I don't know. Call Hayley? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-1195687219049555602?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/1195687219049555602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1195687219049555602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1195687219049555602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/unexpected.html' title='The unexpected'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7994984896062777866</id><published>2010-06-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:35:11.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting</title><content type='html'>Then again, maybe I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7994984896062777866?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7994984896062777866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7994984896062777866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7994984896062777866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8418984774801536719</id><published>2010-06-21T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:48:34.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010, and then life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like you. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/young%20love" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="young love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i477.photobucket.com/albums/rr136/anabab3/thyoung_love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8418984774801536719?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8418984774801536719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-2010-and-then-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8418984774801536719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8418984774801536719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-2010-and-then-life.html' title='Summer 2010, and then life.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7487423823722355466</id><published>2010-06-20T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:29:40.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Otherside</title><content type='html'>New song Kimmy and I are writing about graduating high school and being scared he take that leap of faith over the mountains that cage us in. Our future and dreams are waiting on the otherside of those mountains. We were having a deep writing session and conversation but then we were interrupted by a group of little skank faced hoebags who are obviously in middle school but dressed like 12 year old hookers, and they stole Kimmy's Jones Soda and ran off. I kind of wanted to like, smack-a-hoe or 2, but i decided i was too lazy. Besides, we just kind of chuckled at how absolutely pathetic they were and how they'd be pregnant by the age of 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7487423823722355466?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7487423823722355466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/otherside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7487423823722355466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7487423823722355466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/otherside.html' title='The Otherside'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8256891656925836543</id><published>2010-06-18T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:07:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"On September 16 &amp;amp; 17, I took a road trip, and prayed that God would put people in my path who were in need. These are the people that I met. I hope this encourages you to reach out to those around you." - Britt Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNtArrx6lZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNtArrx6lZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8256891656925836543?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8256891656925836543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8256891656925836543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8256891656925836543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3691000246816844508</id><published>2010-05-29T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:54:10.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickie Sickie has good news about her musc career!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick, and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't need to phone in sick to work. As much as I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;Thrifty's (sarcasm)..&lt;br /&gt;I need the money. soooooooo.... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going awesome to be quite honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CD release concert was fantastic. Best show/night of my life. I will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been approached by a man who owns a PROFESSIONAL recording studio. It looks amazing, and he wants me to record an album there!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Dave my manager is looking into investors to.. well.. invest lol money in me to PUT me in a pro studio.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am slowly getting a band together. I have given out the position of Bassist to Dan Pedlow and Piano/a bit of rhythm guitar to a guy named Jeff Poynter. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Butchart Gardens want the second helping musicians to put on a concert there in September!&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a decent lineup of gigs already for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... unrelated to music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. RJ and I have started to talk a bit, and have agreed that we want to try to become friends. We shall see how that goes..&lt;br /&gt;8. Boys, lol. Or, it WAS boys... now it's kinda. A boy. :P I'm absolutely crazy. INSANE, i tell you :P!&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm graduating in a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm sorta stoked about life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Except for being sick... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Pretty Face - @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/OurStage" rel="nofollow"&gt;OurStage&lt;/a&gt; ( &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://www.ourstage.com/t/IDONCYYWLNOR" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ourstage.com/t/IDONCYYWLNOR&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3691000246816844508?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3691000246816844508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/sickie-sickie-has-good-news-about-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3691000246816844508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3691000246816844508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/sickie-sickie-has-good-news-about-her.html' title='Sickie Sickie has good news about her musc career!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5371690860021364987</id><published>2010-05-27T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:25:56.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALES!</title><content type='html'>Did you disable comments on your blog?&lt;br /&gt;If you did, that's so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;That's so LAMEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5371690860021364987?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5371690860021364987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/hales.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5371690860021364987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5371690860021364987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/hales.html' title='HALES!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4540767105354531355</id><published>2010-05-21T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:53:48.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee Wiz</title><content type='html'>Maybe this isn't the place to talk about it, even though this is my blog but my "monthly" this time around has like majorly fucked around with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping well this week either. But like, I am sooo touchy/sensitive and irritable. Ive been getting panic attacks and I can either get really sad really fast or really angry really fast. I can be reduced to tears in like, seconds, and when somebody says something that normally wouldn't bother me like for example "I'm just not looking for drama right now" when I accidentally let a sarcastic comment slip, I get super annoyed and wanna like freak out at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when somebody calls me immature i wanna break their legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until this is over. *rolls eyes*only one or two more days left and maybe I'll go back to having part-time stable emotions, rather than full time all over the place emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4540767105354531355?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4540767105354531355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-6201056096491367276</id><published>2010-05-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:07:21.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make me an angel&lt;br /&gt;Made clear of heavy cries&lt;br /&gt;I'm undercover&lt;br /&gt;They can't see my disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the skies&lt;br /&gt;Turned black with flies&lt;br /&gt;You shield your eyes from lies&lt;br /&gt;From what is real&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need intervention&lt;br /&gt;See your reaction&lt;br /&gt;Cause God knows that&lt;br /&gt;It's getting pretty damn ugly down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5574983504613995812</id><published>2010-05-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:01:35.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day</title><content type='html'>Yellow dust&lt;br /&gt;Left on my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Calluses rough from guitar&lt;br /&gt;Crack and are covered&lt;br /&gt;Brush my hand over the dirty blackboard&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow my day starts again&lt;br /&gt;Wash my hands&lt;br /&gt;Rid them of today's events&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, another day starts again.&lt;div 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Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3369520551836711127</id><published>2010-05-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:58:21.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Stop</title><content type='html'>Lost in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Recreating a dream&lt;br /&gt;Ipod playing in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Nobody here but me&lt;br /&gt;Will the bus ever come&lt;br /&gt;Or will I sit here in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Brush the dirt from my hands and jeans&lt;br /&gt;But I don't check the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my friends don't see it&lt;br /&gt;Not the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I'm healing like my scars&lt;br /&gt;Sitting back, taking in the view&lt;br /&gt;We'll be gone soon&lt;br /&gt;I wont know the red paint of this stop&lt;br /&gt;I wont see my fragile reflection in these mirrors&lt;br /&gt;I look better, but I can still break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers and trees are being painted&lt;br /&gt;For so long I only saw in black and white&lt;br /&gt;My vision changes like winter to spring&lt;br /&gt;My eyes sparkle again like water in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I still feel heavy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But eventually my eyes will open up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed by quickly&lt;br /&gt;That's how it feels now&lt;br /&gt;The moment is now what I live in&lt;br /&gt;The moment is now where I reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3369520551836711127?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Im sorry about that spazzy last post. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been having weird panic/anxiety attacks lately.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The fundrasier was epically fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8973713051164166661?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8973713051164166661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/panic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8973713051164166661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8973713051164166661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/panic.html' title='Panic'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-533424023231014770</id><published>2010-05-20T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:48:14.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH</title><content type='html'>I AM SO FUCKING FRUSTERATED I HAVE HAD THE WORST DAY NOW I HAVE TO GO SING AT SOME STUPID FUNDRAISER AND I DONT KNOW WHAT SONGS TO PLAY AND ARRRGGG RUN ON SENTENCES MAKE ME MAAAAD AND CAPITALS UPSET ME AND ARRRGGGG I DONT WANNA GO AND I HAVE TO BUT I DONT KNOW HOW IM GETTING THERE AT LEAST MAYBE I DO BUT IM NOT 100% POSITIVE AND IF IM NOT POSITIVE ABOUT HOW I GET THERE I AM STRESSED AND STRESS MAKES ME ANXIOUS AND BEING ANXIOUS MAKES ME MAD THEN IT MAKES ME SAD BECAUSE I REALIZE IM TOO ANXIOUS TO PERFORM BUT I CAN'T PERFORM ANYWAY BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHAT SONGS IM GONNA DO BUT I CANT FIGURE IT OUT BECAUSE FOR SOME ODD REASON EVERYTIME I PICK UP A GUITAR I GET SUPER MAD AND FRUSTERATED AND ANXIOUS AND STRESSED AND PUT IT DOWN AND HAVE TO SCREAM AND THEN DO MAD RUN ON SENTENCE BLOGS AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THIS MAKE ME &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AAAAAAAAADDD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-533424023231014770?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/533424023231014770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/533424023231014770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/533424023231014770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh.html' title='BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4293280264083807313</id><published>2010-05-18T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:11:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If interested let me know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.usedvictoria.com/classified-ad/12053823"&gt;http://www.usedvictoria.com/classified-ad/12053823&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4293280264083807313?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4293280264083807313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-interested-let-me-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4293280264083807313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4293280264083807313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-interested-let-me-know.html' title='If interested let me know'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-1249342739518278257</id><published>2010-05-12T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:46:56.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CrushCrushCrush</title><content type='html'>I've found once again, that crushing can be both a good thing, and a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need to get fully back on my feet. Enough to be able to walk without stumbling too much. What good is being able to walk if you're going to constantly be all over the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just survived a huge emotional blow. Crushing on people can be fun, but when it becomes too serious, it's a harsh on my mellow for many reasons. I don't need the stress right now, I need to focus on what's important, and crushing and having a boyfriend just isn't what I call fun right now. I'm still too fragile, emotion-wise,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and crushing can be potentially dangerous, as well as having another boyfriend. I am not saying the opportunity has risen or anything recently, obviously. I'm just stating a fact that will be far more beneficial to my well being at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks, hormones, but no thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And still have far too many feelings for RJ, after all, he was, and is still so important to me, and I love him very much still, whether he knows it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-1249342739518278257?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/1249342739518278257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/crushcrushcrush.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1249342739518278257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1249342739518278257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/crushcrushcrush.html' title='CrushCrushCrush'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4658084370746651269</id><published>2010-05-12T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:39:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I sit, caring just enough to not care too much about caring ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4658084370746651269?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4658084370746651269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-sit-caring-just-enough-to-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4658084370746651269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4658084370746651269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-i-sit-caring-just-enough-to-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-2915989834025957391</id><published>2010-05-10T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:09:41.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was I getting happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fine, for once&lt;br /&gt;I welcomed the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But you've messed it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Acceptance was clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like the tears that used to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I could see right through the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That replaced the brick walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it getting better&lt;br /&gt;The weight of all this fleeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was starting to forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forgive you for leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But now look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused and cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you want to be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't let you close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-2915989834025957391?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2915989834025957391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/highlights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2915989834025957391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2915989834025957391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/highlights.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7840710249092579852</id><published>2010-05-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:05:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>I have questions for and about everyone these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were we ever really friends?&lt;br /&gt;2. Was it easy to look at that picture of the three of us and then cut me out?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think you deserve it every time I think about you?&lt;br /&gt;4. Am I your bus friend? Your work friend?&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you embarrassed of me?&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;7. Is the person I once knew still around?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you really not care anymore? Not even a little?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7840710249092579852?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7840710249092579852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7840710249092579852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7840710249092579852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-6574340558418432812</id><published>2010-05-07T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:48:41.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peninsula News Review Video and article link.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed height="376" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" width="625" src="http://www.bcdailybuzz.com/flv_player/Main.swf" quality="high" flashvars="config=http://www.bcdailybuzz.com/flv_player/data/playerConfigEmbed/5924.xml" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bclocalnews.com/vancouver_island_south/peninsulanewsreview/entertainment/92920364.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-6574340558418432812?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6574340558418432812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/peninsula-news-review-video-and-article.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6574340558418432812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6574340558418432812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/peninsula-news-review-video-and-article.html' title='Peninsula News Review Video and article link.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-2003480224618351793</id><published>2010-05-07T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:37:32.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Trip</title><content type='html'>Oh, the BLASTED fates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, why WHY? Do I get crushes so easily. I'd say who I was crushing on (There's kinda like, 2 people?) [Shut it. xD] But if i said who they were, i dunno, people have ways of browsing the interweb and FINDING THINGS THEY SHOULDN'T!!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a colour today, i would be &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-2003480224618351793?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2003480224618351793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2003480224618351793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2003480224618351793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-trip.html' title='Trip Trip'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3309329378299644316</id><published>2010-05-05T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:41:40.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Left bleeding on the battlefield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had no armor, a sword or a shield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't want the fuss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said enough is enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite awhile since I updated my blog... Well... since I really updated ANYTHING. Ive kind of let my reverbnation go a bit, and I don't go on facebook at all anymore (I used to check it like twice a day) and I almost don't even care whether my email inbox gets flooded. I just kind of mosey onto the computer every couple of days, for a few minutes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school right now. My back is absolutely killing me. I think I am going home early. I wasn't planning on going to textiles anyway. I feel tired, withdrawn, and slightly off today. If I were a colour today, I might be grey. Not quite black, not quite white. Just grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't you getting tired yet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreamless sleeps and sleepless nights...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I've been much happier lately. I enjoy myself more, and don't mind spending quality time with myself, either writing songs, or watching a movie, or even talking to myself. I also don't mind spending time with others, like grabbing a coffee with friends, playing some basketball and meeting new faces. I am not depressed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up, and so am I. Recognize that? I posted it in a blog right after the breakup. But I was lying to myself when I said it that time. This time? I'm being brutally honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it harder than it seems?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living your life without me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of things going on, and a lot of things barely going. However, I am not becoming obsessed with any certain things. I am just living my life day-to-day. Get up, live, go to sleep. Everything between sun-up and sun-down is determined throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care all that much about some things, and I care a lot about others, and then there are things that I care just enough about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to find out who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in sinking sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who I am, without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am well on my way to good things. The only way I can be sure that I will get somewhere is to keep my head up, and keep trying. Those who try, cannot fail. When we do not succeed, it is then that we try again. We never fail, unless we give up. And giving up isn't something I am all that into right now. High school is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things can be all right,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, lets give up this losing fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;fly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3309329378299644316?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3309329378299644316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/losing-fight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3309329378299644316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3309329378299644316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/05/losing-fight.html' title='Losing Fight'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5708488247357244719</id><published>2010-04-21T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:56:58.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than a Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>We &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;hears a melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mess we are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than a &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1868351240201961286-5708488247357244719?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5708488247357244719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-than-hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5708488247357244719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5708488247357244719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-than-hallelujah.html' title='Better Than a Hallelujah'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-6636726669597753160</id><published>2010-04-16T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:59:55.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba-da BING</title><content type='html'>So my musical life is picking up, yes?&lt;br /&gt;This whole involvement with the Second Helping CD is really getting things going.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a rough recording of "Out Of The Blue" and a 2 minute clip of "Old Games".&lt;br /&gt;The new studio is almost done too. It's awesome. And big. :) HUUUGE.&lt;br /&gt;The Fresh Cup owner Jim Townley has passed my song Out of the Blue onto Ron Houle who is on the board for the Canadian Music Hall of Fame. Cool? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;My recording of Pretty Face for Second Helping is finished. I did the guitar and vocals recording last Friday (a week ago) and Sam also did his acoustic Lead guitar and fill-ins for me. (Sam Weber, check him out on reverbnation or google or something. He's quite the talented one.) Then Brad Hawkes did percussion on Sunday and Steven did bass on Saturday. Apparently, it sounds EPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC. I wouldn't know though, currrz.... I haven't heard it. I can't wait though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Newspaper interview today with a woman named Christine Wats-her-face. =P&lt;br /&gt;It's for the Peninsula News Review and she wanted to do a feature on me. Sooo I am hauling my ass and guitar down to the waterfront today and meeting her at 3PM. I am moooost likely going to miss ANOTHER guitar lesson.... my mom isn't happy about it, and I am kind of disappointed as well... but it's important, again... so. Yeah. I will go next week FOR SURE. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this Christine person is going to be taking a video of my playing, and pictures and stuff, and interviewing me... durrh. Annnnnnnnnnd yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did the Talent Show last night. It was okay. Kind of disorganized, and there was only about 120 people there... usually the theatre is pacccccked. But oh wellz. It was fun. I kind of wish someone had been there. And when i finished, that's all i could think about and I was kind of overcome with immense disappointment knowing that the person I wanted to be there wasn't, and probably didn't even know I HAD a talent show, nor cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That's all for now...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEEE YAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-6636726669597753160?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6636726669597753160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/ba-da-bing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6636726669597753160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6636726669597753160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/ba-da-bing.html' title='Ba-da BING'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5678507232157835049</id><published>2010-04-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:09:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting</title><content type='html'>How can forgetting you and moving on and letting go ever be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe that's why it gets harder every time I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe, just maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5678507232157835049?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5678507232157835049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgetting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5678507232157835049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5678507232157835049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgetting.html' title='Forgetting'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7391758606002809083</id><published>2010-04-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:07:09.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget what it looked like when you smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I look at the pictures, because I know you were smiling through that lens and looking right at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I forget what your voice sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I listen to voice recordings on my computer and cell phone that I can't bring myself to delete. I love listening to you say "I Love You" and knowing you were saying it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I forget what it felt like to be happy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The feelings were so strong, that they can't be faked. I can't pretend that I remember how it felt. It's been so long. I don't like how I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly forgetting. Some may say this is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But... it's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7391758606002809083?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7391758606002809083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/highlights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7391758606002809083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7391758606002809083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/highlights.html' title='Highlights.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3032840051826641094</id><published>2010-04-13T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:15:19.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da da da..</title><content type='html'>I was going to blog about things, but i've just realized how much I don't want to type, and how little I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any words worth writing down, because the way I feel is a little to complex for my liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3032840051826641094?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3032840051826641094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/da-da-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3032840051826641094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3032840051826641094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/da-da-da.html' title='Da da da..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-623625345398325852</id><published>2010-04-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:56:26.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to work today...</title><content type='html'>... I DON'T WANNA WORK TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7YmD00iAzU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7YmD00iAzU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b20LhKD-lEQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b20LhKD-lEQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-623625345398325852?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/623625345398325852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-to-work-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/623625345398325852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/623625345398325852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-to-work-today.html' title='I have to work today...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3514235047637529828</id><published>2010-04-02T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:48:05.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Time</title><content type='html'>I wrote in my journal for the first time in 3 1/2 weeks this morning. Ugh, today was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not, terrible in actuality. Like, nothing super bad has happened... I mean, I just felt sooo tired at work, I could barely stay awake all day! Unexplainable tiredness! I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt; Wiiieerd. I tried a few different things to wake myself up. On my first break, (lunch) I bought some chicken friend rice, some So Good Fat Free "Trim" milk, instead of So Good, chocolate milk, annnd a mango/pear dessert tofu. I ate the tofu and rice, with the soy milk. That combination there is both healthy, low in fat ANNNND FULL to overflowing with protein. Something that is supposed to help give you energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I tried coffee. The next best thing. Not as healthy, but most people accept it for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I gave in, and bought a cadbury cream egg and a 3 musketeers bar. I ate the egg and half the chocolate bar. I accomplished 2 out of 3 things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I felt like sick.&lt;br /&gt;2. My teeth were aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...  I was still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of the above? Protein, Caffeine, and SUGAR didn't help!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just have a shower and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I went for a jog yesterday, annnd I have been trying to eat healthier lately! (never mind the chocolate. I was desperate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3514235047637529828?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3514235047637529828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/journal-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3514235047637529828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3514235047637529828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/04/journal-time.html' title='Journal Time'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3674754571924984103</id><published>2010-03-30T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:42:13.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moon was smiling down, and the stars were like the ones in your eyes.</title><content type='html'>I'd turn down a billion-million dollars...&lt;br /&gt;I'd turn down a record deal...&lt;br /&gt;I'd swim across the Pacific...&lt;br /&gt;I'd run the diameter of the Island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3674754571924984103?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3674754571924984103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/moon-was-smiling-down-and-stars-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3674754571924984103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3674754571924984103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/moon-was-smiling-down-and-stars-were.html' title='The moon was smiling down, and the stars were like the ones in your eyes.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-1385661056226489542</id><published>2010-03-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:23:36.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me, lonely and broken, and I don't know what to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-Oty0sVbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rYpEftgNPik/s1600/IMG_2342-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453734591156999602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-Oty0sVbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rYpEftgNPik/s200/IMG_2342-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-OuK4si1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/KqjN09XFYF4/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-OupkwXwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ux-KGNQ4tY0/s1600/I+love+you!-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453734605854105346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-OupkwXwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ux-KGNQ4tY0/s200/I+love+you!-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been just 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if my whole self and life is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Like the ground under my feet is almost completely broken.&lt;br /&gt;If I try to take any more steps foreword, it will all crumble to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely ever cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But that's because I have found another way to cope.&lt;br /&gt;An unhealthy one. Very.&lt;br /&gt;But it is starting to fail me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-NlNoAnoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/51fLULpeJOM/s1600/I+Love+You.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel myself growing weak. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-NeNXmhmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8McoST0TwFs/s1600/I+Love+You.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my stomach getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've barely etched the surface of the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breath.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat.&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile.&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop hating.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about anything or anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't dream about anything or anyone but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have you pictures on my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;The one on my wall, the same, that I framed for you and kept a copy.&lt;br /&gt;It's all the wall next to my bed. It hasn't moved.&lt;br /&gt;I still have the little sand castle you got me from Parksville before we were even going out.&lt;br /&gt;It's still sitting in it's place on top of my CD rack.&lt;br /&gt;I keep all the letters, cards, notes... in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;The red one that is full of you.&lt;br /&gt;And I still have a text on my phone from you that I saved from forever ago.&lt;br /&gt;I still write you songs... Good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;I still read the songs and poems you wrote for me that are on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;The song called "Forever So" ?&lt;br /&gt;You forgot to give me the written copy...&lt;br /&gt;But I still have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly... I still have half of you heart.&lt;br /&gt;Because you told me, more than once.&lt;br /&gt;That you gave it to me, and therefore it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;And you can't even give you heart away to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I say this does it make me sound stupid? But when you said it, i made me love you that much more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, and I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-Ou3K0S1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-0ornRnypt8/s1600/Black+and+White+Laughs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453734609503406930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-Ou3K0S1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/-0ornRnypt8/s200/Black+and+White+Laughs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-QQlSra2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_rWui09VboM/s1600/IMG_4655-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453736288331721570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-QQlSra2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/_rWui09VboM/s200/IMG_4655-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1868351240201961286-1385661056226489542?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/1385661056226489542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-me-lonely-and-broken-and-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1385661056226489542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/1385661056226489542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-me-lonely-and-broken-and-i-dont.html' title='This is me, lonely and broken, and I don&apos;t know what to do.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6-Oty0sVbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rYpEftgNPik/s72-c/IMG_2342-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-2769693188829250618</id><published>2010-03-26T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:16:16.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Probably the Funniest Cat Video you will Ever See"</title><content type='html'>Hayley and I kinda of scoffed at this at first, thinking how lame it seemed in the beginning. But after she left my house I finished watching it and.... XD XD XD XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUNmLuNdiL8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUNmLuNdiL8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-2769693188829250618?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2769693188829250618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/probably-funniest-cat-video-you-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2769693188829250618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2769693188829250618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/probably-funniest-cat-video-you-will.html' title='&quot;Probably the Funniest Cat Video you will Ever See&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5392295451639607562</id><published>2010-03-26T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:13:20.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you aware of what you make me feel, Baaaby</title><content type='html'>Losing Grip - Avril Lavigne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5392295451639607562?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5392295451639607562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-aware-of-what-you-make-me-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5392295451639607562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5392295451639607562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-aware-of-what-you-make-me-feel.html' title='Are you aware of what you make me feel, Baaaby'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-6548422741125328667</id><published>2010-03-23T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:12:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to start a new book...</title><content type='html'>I am going to start reading "The Nature of Jade". I JUST finished "Two Way Street". I loved it very much. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything throughout the book is soooo screwed up, and there are times when you HATE Courtney, then love her, then sympathize, then there are times when you love, hate or sympathize for JORDAN. But everything starts to break open later into this massive disaster, and then settles into the typical happy ending. I really enjoyed reading it. It keeps you guessing kind of, you never REALLY are sure exactly what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6mOZLByn9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/mkw3r7eFkD0/s1600-h/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452045387016871890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6mOZLByn9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/mkw3r7eFkD0/s200/IMG_1939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't help but wonder what might happen if it were RJ and I, stuck together on a road trip after we've already broken up. What would happen? Would things get better between us? Worse? Would we just both be more upset, or would we rediscover the reason we were together in the first place? I mean. I wouldn't need to. I know why I loved him, and I know why I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; love him, but that doesn't change anything. I haven't the faintest idea to what is going on in his head, how he feels... nothing. But I'm always wondering. Always. Whenever I feel myself drifting off to sleep, or spacing out... Its the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before bed.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wont ever know. I cannot supply the answers to my own questions in this situation. Only one person can give me those answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the way that my mind has decided to deal with this pain is unhealthy. I am sorry, if you're worried about me. About me hurting myself. I hope it stops soon, too. It hurts me more to know that my family and friends, and even teachers are worried about me. I am sorry. Maybe soon I will discover the strength I need to stop this bad habit. Right now I feel very weak. Hopefully that will change. Self-destructive behaviour isn't something I approve of, and I know that other people don't as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope at least that RJ is doing well. Is happy, is moving on. Is taking care of himself... Because then at least one half of the equation has been solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-6548422741125328667?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6548422741125328667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-start-new-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6548422741125328667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6548422741125328667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-to-start-new-book.html' title='Time to start a new book...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9ePzUUc40c/S6mOZLByn9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/mkw3r7eFkD0/s72-c/IMG_1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8568883643931508919</id><published>2010-03-22T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:28:06.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions.</title><content type='html'>I've been debating on how, when, and if I should write about this in my blog the past week or so. I don't want attention. Screw attention. On the contrary, I'd rather NOT draw attention. It's not something to be proud of. But, alas, "Beccys Rants" IS my journal (one of them), my online diary of sorts... where my friends can read about things going on with me, and then random strangers as well, accept that they don't know me, so who cares, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've thought long(ish) and hard(ish) about this, and how i shall say it without being a loser, even though that's what I have officially been reduced to... so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je suis ainsi baiser diminué au sujet de ce désordre stupide que j'ai commencé la coupure. Comment rendez boiteux. Ainsi si vous allez devenir fou à moi, meilleur obtenez-vous un traducteur. Sensation librement à la chienne. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bwahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8568883643931508919?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8568883643931508919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/confessions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8568883643931508919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8568883643931508919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/confessions.html' title='Confessions.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-2771748906107823072</id><published>2010-03-22T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:35:29.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayley - Your next assignment is "Two Way Street"</title><content type='html'>So I am currently reading this book titled "Two Way Street".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say. When i bought it, it look super good, and it totally IS. But more unexpected than I thought. I didn't realize how much profanity and swearing and such was in it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean. The guy Jordan, starts off sounding like a total douche bag but gets better. Later, I mean when the story progresses, you come to know his character on a deeper level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, Courtney, seems kind of whiny and bitter, but I think has good reason. I can relate, and I admire her fictional strength in this story, going on a road trip with her ex. I mean, her ex, who broke it off with her 2 weeks before, for an "Internet Girl" and they were together for 4 months and in love. I know 4 months isn't long, but i CAN relate to how she feels (and him ;)      )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great storyline... The writer herself I don't believe is the best writer out there. More average than anything.. I mean. Anybody can write a good teen romance novel. You don't need talent brimming from the edges. You just need imagination, determination and the ability to remember what it was like being a teenager :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good so far. It flips back and forth between the past and the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll like it Hayley. Maybe? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-2771748906107823072?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2771748906107823072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/hayley-your-next-assignment-is-two-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2771748906107823072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/2771748906107823072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/hayley-your-next-assignment-is-two-way.html' title='Hayley - Your next assignment is &quot;Two Way Street&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5585971684557938960</id><published>2010-03-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:51:02.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is another "I can't believe I did something so stupid"</title><content type='html'>So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I did that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5585971684557938960?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5585971684557938960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-another-i-cant-believe-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5585971684557938960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5585971684557938960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-another-i-cant-believe-i-did.html' title='This is another &quot;I can&apos;t believe I did something so stupid&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3244648848409042827</id><published>2010-03-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:02:38.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most of All</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Who's that smiling in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I wish that girl were still here&lt;br /&gt;Right now I hate the world, but most of all&lt;br /&gt;I hate who I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3244648848409042827?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3244648848409042827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3244648848409042827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3244648848409042827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-of-all.html' title='Most of All'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-3404179356971090699</id><published>2010-03-16T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:24:08.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>What should I do with the music note necklace and the ring that sit by my computer day after day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I throw them in the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Should I find a way to give them back?&lt;br /&gt;Should I bury them?&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I WANT to do. I want to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Those two tiny little constant reminders that my love life has forever gone to shit. The reminder that I'm a bitch who let the one guy I could ever love get away? The ring and the necklace that when I see them, try them on, just to see if I can remember what it felt like to be with RJ, his hugs and comfort and the security. The way he used to look at me and say 'I love you'. Ya, when I do that, I usually cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do? Never mind what i want. Because last time I checked, the only thing I wanted was to be happy again. Not happening. So I've kind of stopped caring about what &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;want. Just like I have stopped caring about a lot of things in general..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-3404179356971090699?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3404179356971090699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3404179356971090699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/3404179356971090699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7331506122936319248</id><published>2010-03-16T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:14:33.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology UNaccepted.</title><content type='html'>That's what you'll all say after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7331506122936319248?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7331506122936319248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/apology-unaccepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7331506122936319248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7331506122936319248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/apology-unaccepted.html' title='Apology UNaccepted.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-20935643529743509</id><published>2010-03-16T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:03:40.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couples</title><content type='html'>Josie (Rosie &amp;amp; Jordan)&lt;br /&gt;Lieran (Lindsay &amp;amp; Kieran)&lt;br /&gt;Jian (Julia &amp;amp; Ian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Everybody else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you. [in the kindest, most respectful way possible.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd live vicariously through one of these couples, but unfortunately it may be a let down, seeing as nothing and no one could ever compare to the standards that RJ's and my past relationship set in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-20935643529743509?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/20935643529743509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/couples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/20935643529743509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/20935643529743509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/couples.html' title='Couples'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-6333116551320380650</id><published>2010-03-16T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:06:21.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>I. cant. believe. I. just. did. that... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-6333116551320380650?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6333116551320380650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6333116551320380650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6333116551320380650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5742536867410894406</id><published>2010-03-14T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:06:36.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>I just saw the preview on TV for the Hannah Montana finale, and i burst into tears...&lt;br /&gt;Wtf is wrong with me..????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... I'm feeling very sad today.&lt;br /&gt;First, I wake up feeling really sad about RJ,&lt;br /&gt;Then Kieran sends me a message (Ya... a message....) saying he is quitting the studio.&lt;br /&gt;And then I am reminded that HM is ending!! Daang. The finale looks really good but super sad. .. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the more pain I feel personally is good for my story though. The more pain I personally feel, the more I will be able to transfer it into my story and use my own feelings as a base for Payton's. (Main character in my story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5742536867410894406?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5742536867410894406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5742536867410894406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5742536867410894406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-379429550612048959</id><published>2010-03-14T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:46:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So... Kieran quit the studio. He wrote it to me in a message over facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;I wonder why guys never tell me anything to my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's Sunday, and I have to go to work. That message made me feel really sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Like he did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I got dumped, on a Sunday, through technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Kieran's message gave me the feeling of being dumped again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't hate Kieran, or anybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;I just hate the world, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All the memories and emotions came rushing back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;It hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I phoned my dad and sat on the couch drinking my coffee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; cried, for RJ all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-379429550612048959?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/379429550612048959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/highlights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/379429550612048959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/379429550612048959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/highlights.html' title='Highlights.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7162914826316894478</id><published>2010-03-13T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:04:15.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am7EI5tdaX4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am7EI5tdaX4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7162914826316894478?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7162914826316894478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/feels-like-home-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7162914826316894478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7162914826316894478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/feels-like-home-baby.html' title='Feels Like Home, Baby'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-91636146708678654</id><published>2010-03-11T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:46:46.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do's and To-Don'ts</title><content type='html'>To Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Meet with Jim Townley tomorrow evening and discuss music?&lt;br /&gt;2. Put together a good set list for a classy Italian Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;3. Ditto Butchart Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;4. Write some new kickass songs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish chapter one of my book.&lt;br /&gt;6. Swallow my pride and get ready to attend Textiles every day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Give Rosie her awesome birthday present that I will be borrowing if I don't buy these two things myself ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Do some new acoustic recordings.&lt;br /&gt;9. Make a new hang gliding video with the song "Something Beautiful" by the Newsboys&lt;br /&gt;10. Finish Kieran's MUST LISTEN TO playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-Dont's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Think about RJ.&lt;br /&gt;2. Skip Textiles.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to bed late all the time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Procrastinate about 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9 and 10 on my To-Do list.&lt;br /&gt;5. Think about RJ at all.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cry about RJ.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pine.&lt;br /&gt;8. Whine.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hate everything and everybody.&lt;br /&gt;10. Be bitter about Rosie &amp;amp; Jordan and Kieran &amp;amp; Lindsay etc 's happiness with each other. Do not hate them. Do NOT. Must be HAPPY for them. Do. Not. Hate. Them. Do not, cringe, groan, mutter or curse under my breath or roll my eyes when they hug or jordan and rosie are cutsie and huggie and kissy in front of me holding hands. Do. Not. Kill. Them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-91636146708678654?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/91636146708678654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-dos-and-to-donts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/91636146708678654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/91636146708678654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-dos-and-to-donts.html' title='To-Do&apos;s and To-Don&apos;ts'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8820195320286668293</id><published>2010-03-09T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:51:16.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>I'm no superman&lt;br /&gt;I can't take your hand&lt;br /&gt;And fly you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;You want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;If you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Like gravity I'll be unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JljrrkAdRtw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JljrrkAdRtw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-8820195320286668293?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8820195320286668293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8820195320286668293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8820195320286668293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4743978830984630167</id><published>2010-03-09T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:44:11.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Pro-to-the-Crastinator</title><content type='html'>It's Tuesday, the second day of spring break.&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought me a new scooter battery charger. So yesterday around 4:45, (before studio) Kieran and I hung out for a while (geez about time LOL) He brought his longboard over then i took my scooter over to the parking lot down the road and we took turns skitching my scooter xD It was so fun! Then we played video games for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Today I haven't done much... I'm supposed to have a shower... Hales and I are supposed to hang out later... My mom will be home soon... Annnd... I need to put money in the bank. I haven't done anything yet but watch Spirited Away and eat breakfast and feed the bunnies.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4743978830984630167?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4743978830984630167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-pro-to-crastinator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4743978830984630167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4743978830984630167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-pro-to-crastinator.html' title='I&apos;m a Pro-to-the-Crastinator'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-596098928547354667</id><published>2010-03-08T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:30:03.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a Space Cadet.. I'm FOCUSED..</title><content type='html'>It's weird how sometimes certain thing or people make you preoccupied to the point where you can't see clearly ahead anymore. Not saying I didn't enjoy it, of course I did. But I can't help but realize how much farther I've progressed in my music and how much closer I've gotten to my career path since the breakup. I'm not saying he was holding me back... not at all. But In not having him here anymore and from having that big empty space in my life, I've had to majorly shift my focus because my core focus before isn't here now. My focus was ALWAYS God, of course, and still is. But it was also him. You know who I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've had to focus hardcore on my music now to fill the void. And I wont lie... I'm pretty impressed and proud of myself. In the last month an a half, soo much has happened in my career. Future Gigs as places like The BUTCHART GARDENS and this Italian Restaurant in Langford have opened up to me! The saanich fair is going to rock. The band at the studio is becoming soo tight and we're really building a good repertoire of songs! The Fresh Cup second helping CD thing happened and I might be on it! Which would lead to the professional recording of 2 of my songs, and a cd release party and fundraiser gigs! And I've sold 2 CDs while I busk. In a total of just under 3 hours of busking in the last two weeks I've made $123.00! And it's not even like, summer time. Insane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going good for me right now... I may still be utterly sad, but I know I have to move on. I have to face the fact that RJ... He doesn't love me anymore. He just doesn't. He doesn't WANT me anymore. He just doesn't. And he's not interested in seeing me or hearing from me or sorting anything out. He finished. He's gone. I'm a shadow of a memory in is mind, and soon I'll be erased, like I never happened, and he wont care less. I don't say these things to put him down, or to make him sound cold. I say them, because they're more than likely true. And I refuse to try to believe there is hope when there isn't. I love him. I want him back. Of course I do. But it wont happen. So why lead myself on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-596098928547354667?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/596098928547354667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-space-cadet-im-focused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/596098928547354667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/596098928547354667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-space-cadet-im-focused.html' title='I&apos;m not a Space Cadet.. I&apos;m FOCUSED..'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-8272344913865117239</id><published>2010-03-08T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:36:46.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Outs :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hayley:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My best friend in the whole world, for being there for me and loving me and never getting sick of me when I couldn't stop talking about RJ and crying about him and always using you as a dumping ground, you never got annoyed. For hanging out with me when I'm bored, for making me feel better. You're my voice of reason and you keep my life awesome. :) I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosie: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;My sister! Love you forever! We've had some really fun times, you're my personal emotional body guard. You stand up for me and you keep me sane! We fight like hell sometimes, but we're sisters. It's what we do. :) Always stay the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You never fail to make me really pissed sometimes, but I have to admit, the way our like-mindedness and tempers just CRASH together sometimes can be amusing. :P You've done SO much for me, and For that I am forever greatful. You try your best to help me out when I am in pinch for money or a ride, and you never stop caring for my sisters and I, even if sometimes it feels like you do. I know you have a seperate life now, but I also know you'll ALWAYS be around for your Buggy and your Scooter and your Joe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know we don't get along all the time, but I also know how busy you are, what raising three girls by yourself, working 2 jobs and trying to give us the best you possibly can. God is watching over you and you have a guardian angel that keeps you going. I love you forever and I appreciate everything that you do for my sisters and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vicki:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are my sister, you and I don't get along that often, but I know that you love me and will be there for me if and when I need you. It's in the rulebook. You gotta :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You drive me CRAZY sometimes sis, but I do love you. I pick on you a lot, and I know I shouldn't. I know you have some things to work through. But like Vicki, I know you love ME too, and we will always be there for eachother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dave Gallant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You've done a lot for me over the years music wise. You never forget my birthday, and you do your best to spread the word about me and my music and get gigs and such for me. I don't even think you do it because you're my manager. I think you do it because you want to. :) You're AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben Mosher, Steve Beaulieu, Steve Hawks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You are all very talented musicians who have worked either now or in the past to make my music AWESOME. Thank you so much.&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/1868351240201961286-8272344913865117239?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8272344913865117239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/shout-outs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8272344913865117239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/8272344913865117239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/shout-outs.html' title='Shout Outs :)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7704721648508533249</id><published>2010-03-06T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:47:01.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp-My-Blog ;)</title><content type='html'>So I attempted to make my blog look as kickass as Hayley's but I aint that good at it. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7704721648508533249?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7704721648508533249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/pimp-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7704721648508533249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7704721648508533249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/pimp-my-blog.html' title='Pimp-My-Blog ;)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7107838336457156786</id><published>2010-03-06T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:06:19.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busking...</title><content type='html'>I'm going busking today. It's beautiful out, and I need money really badly. I know that seems like a bad reason to go busking, but it's true... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; running low on it from having that stupid injury at work. Hoping to sell some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt; too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like busking... Today I'm just not feeling it... :( But spring break hasn't promised us very many nice days like this one so I shall busk today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel shitty because... of last night. I mean, I had great fun with my friends, but that ONE LITTLE THING made me really pissed off... and then really annoyed, then sad and now I feel kind of depressed... and angry at the same time. I'm soo hurt and broken but what hurts the most about this whole thing is that I don't think RJ even cares. At this point, I don't know when the last time was that he loved me, or thought about me ina positive way, or remembered all of our goodtimes and how much we've shared. I don't know, because he's not in my life anymore. I don't like it like this. I could like, scream right now but I wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7107838336457156786?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7107838336457156786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/busking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7107838336457156786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7107838336457156786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/busking.html' title='Busking...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4228944916471647381</id><published>2010-03-05T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:24:43.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Am.Not.A.DISEASE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grow up, BOTH OF YA.&lt;br /&gt;I may just come over there and smack you both silly. You two are both older than me, SO ACT LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4228944916471647381?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4228944916471647381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/iamnotadisease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4228944916471647381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4228944916471647381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/iamnotadisease.html' title='I.Am.Not.A.DISEASE!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-953207250554203081</id><published>2010-03-04T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:10:55.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So ironic that these two names should appear in sequence like this on facebook chat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kieran Lanktree (Online)&lt;br /&gt;RJ Pigott (Online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-953207250554203081?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/953207250554203081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-ironic-that-these-two-names-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/953207250554203081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/953207250554203081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-ironic-that-these-two-names-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-6389000012205233911</id><published>2010-03-04T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:07:29.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On This Later Day</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday night, of the last week of school before spring break.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though this whole week has been passing in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm relying completely on auto-pilot to get me through tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really lame lately.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have many friends that I truely enjoy hanging out with.&lt;br /&gt;The ones that I do...&lt;br /&gt;Well. Most of them ar either too busy with activities and their &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;friends to hang out with me...&lt;br /&gt;Or else... your name is Hayley haha :) I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And Rosie, no, I'm not mad about you being busy... I just miss you.&lt;br /&gt;As for the others.. :/ I may just stop asking. Maybe they've stopped wanting to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Who really knows?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-6389000012205233911?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6389000012205233911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-this-later-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6389000012205233911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/6389000012205233911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-this-later-day.html' title='On This Later Day'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-7658910533503928417</id><published>2010-03-04T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:00:26.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Absolutely beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days&lt;br /&gt;Crouching low under the radar&lt;br /&gt;I stay where I can be seen&lt;br /&gt;Yet nobody sees me where I sit&lt;br /&gt;I guess I care just enough to not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful mystery&lt;br /&gt;That is what this is&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what is real anymore&lt;br /&gt;All I do is remember&lt;br /&gt;All I do is pretend that i don't care&lt;br /&gt;Enough to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious love&lt;br /&gt;That's how this feels&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything the same&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing is the same&lt;br /&gt;Not now, where I sit alone&lt;br /&gt;Not quite caring enough to really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-7658910533503928417?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7658910533503928417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-mystery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7658910533503928417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/7658910533503928417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-mystery.html' title='Beautiful Mystery'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-5502546375187265415</id><published>2010-03-03T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:43:38.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, wow xD</title><content type='html'>I just re-read my blog "Dear Ms. Miller..." from January ( ---&gt; if you don't remember, go refresh your memory :P) Goodness. That was a laugh and a half. Two of my favourite parts that I can remember off the top of my head are "This is 2010. So wake up and QUIT THE JOB." xD annnd The "P.S." at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all curious as to what the "P.S." was so you should go look at it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'daay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to Dear Ms. Miller: &lt;a href="http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-mrs-miller.html"&gt;http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-mrs-miller.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-5502546375187265415?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5502546375187265415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/haha-wow-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5502546375187265415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/5502546375187265415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/haha-wow-xd.html' title='Haha, wow xD'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-4784290140262702907</id><published>2010-03-03T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:31:54.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Creepers</title><content type='html'>I just realized how creepy it is thinking about all the people that read our blogs, that we don't know, young or old, girl or boy, or we maybe DO know them and they just don't tell us that they creep our blogs!! Scary! Well... I tell you. if you're going to read my blog you better be commenting or at least make an account and sub/follow my blog so I know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... the only reason some people would read a blog in a creeper non-follow non-comment anonymous way is if they have something to hide or... don't want you to know that they still like to keep up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... laaater (stealing Rosie's catch phrase for one blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bloggers and Creepers! (Love you Rosie. xD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-4784290140262702907?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4784290140262702907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-creepers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4784290140262702907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/4784290140262702907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-creepers.html' title='Blog Creepers'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-150014505256174642</id><published>2010-03-02T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:21:33.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaarruummff</title><content type='html'>So... I honestly had an awesome opportunity to start writing or at least PLANNING my book. But, i wasted it watching the following on YouTube... for most of the day after school... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shane Dawson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few music Videos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shane Dawson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shane Dawson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonny With A Chance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonny With A Chance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shane Dawson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhh, procrastination.... ^-^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-150014505256174642?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/150014505256174642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/haaarruummff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/150014505256174642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/150014505256174642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/haaarruummff.html' title='Haaarruummff'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868351240201961286.post-321685350490496163</id><published>2010-03-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:20:30.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dra-dra-dra-DRIVING</title><content type='html'>So I had my first driving lesson in Victoria today. It wasn't too bad. Kind of scary.. I was super nervous and jittery for the first half of the lesson, but it got better. I practise parallel parking and hill parking, and complex intersections (different kinds of left turns and such) and also worked on lane changes. It was over all pretty good. Next lesson is March 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Saturday at 4 PM... Emergency Maneuvers :P It'll be fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; He said I should be good to take my N test by mid April! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868351240201961286-321685350490496163?l=beccysrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/feeds/321685350490496163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/dra-dra-dra-driving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/321685350490496163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868351240201961286/posts/default/321685350490496163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beccysrants.blogspot.com/2010/03/dra-dra-dra-driving.html' title='Dra-dra-dra-DRIVING'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16603007604225241111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Khe4Td01sA/Tgg8ybvK2ZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vmjgJaH1I6w/s220/248498_10150614878120375_831945374_18700740_1833425_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
