<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045</id><updated>2012-01-12T17:18:55.965-08:00</updated><category term='life or death'/><title type='text'>Broken Smiles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8722642127992189740</id><published>2012-01-12T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:18:55.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, Tonight,</title><content type='html'>Well, the world rests upon my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shake that! Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got them mooooooooooooves like Jagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wannnnnna go oh oh all they way ay ay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's five o clock in the morning (not really its the afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out man. I think that I messed it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream I was a king,,,,,,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 Hey hey hey bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-8722642127992189740?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8722642127992189740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonight-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8722642127992189740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8722642127992189740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonight-tonight.html' title='Tonight, Tonight,'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-3267591768613405832</id><published>2012-01-12T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:52:11.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, the retreat begins.</title><content type='html'>Ever get the feeling you might have fucked something up? Yeah. Well, the emotional retreat begins today! :D I'll go back to how I used to be, and It might not be ideal, but oh well. Today's gonna suck. Ugh. Thursdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-3267591768613405832?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3267591768613405832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-retreat-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/3267591768613405832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/3267591768613405832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-retreat-begins.html' title='So, the retreat begins.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-353808378457094995</id><published>2012-01-11T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:42:43.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water..... and other things.</title><content type='html'>I just felt like writing a sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-353808378457094995?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/353808378457094995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/water-and-other-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/353808378457094995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/353808378457094995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/water-and-other-things.html' title='Water..... and other things.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8214399538441580050</id><published>2012-01-10T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:28:21.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or death'/><title type='text'>Mmmmmhmmm.</title><content type='html'>When you finally reach that point of understanding on a painful subject, the relief is intense. You know it's going to hurt eventually, but you know you can make it through the pain. Because even in the most heart shattering pain, you can find hope. I know; I've done it. Yes, things will suck for a while, however, you will learn what you need to survive mentally &amp;amp; emotionally. Slowly, you realize you can breath again. Each breath is a sign that you're still fighting. Feel that beat underneath your shirt? That's your reason for living. That is the reason you're still here. To prove you can. You can get through it and be better. Live your life to the fullest, no matter what happens to you. It'll be worth eventually, even if it hurts now. But if anyone at all takes a minute to read this, then it shows they care about themselves. Or they just care about me and are my friend and decided to read this. Oh well. The choice is yours. Live or just barely skim life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-8214399538441580050?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8214399538441580050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/mmmmmhmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8214399538441580050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8214399538441580050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2012/01/mmmmmhmmm.html' title='Mmmmmhmmm.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-7569750646823551112</id><published>2011-12-30T22:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:31:49.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this ;)</title><content type='html'>I hate politics.&lt;br /&gt;In general, I don't like any politics. I disdain government and what it stands for. However, certain issues in politics make me more irate then usual. It started with what became known as "Obama Care" or health care. Since my family already had health care this did not really change much for us except for making more money issues. What "Obama Care" is, is a law that was enacted in the 2010 US health care reform bill that states every American must be covered by health care. One reason why this&amp;nbsp; health care reform is bad is because of how it affects businesses. The owner will have to pay once he gets a certain amount of employees, and then he will have to pay for a family plan which gets expensive. Even if you don't own a business, even if you're just a healthy individual, then you will still have to pay for all your expensive health benefits. It's not easy. You'd have to have a job to cover the cost, and that job might have the benefits that you're looking for. In that case, your employer would be paying for your health insurance and that's still an expense. Either way someone is still paying.&amp;nbsp; You might think the insurance companies get this money, but no. If you are an insurer, what you will pay depends on your share of net premiums plus 200% of your administrative costs. The government will extract an annual of about 6.7 billion dollars from insurance companies. This all goes back to the government. The government gets everything; everyone else gets the tiniest slice possible so that the government can keep them quiet. Plus, another reason why this health care reform was, and still is, a terrible idea is that for every dollar you make over $250, 000 your taxes go up by .05%. To someone who has a smaller salary this might not be a big deal, but to someone like my parents this is a very big deal. They make a lot more then the previous amount mentioned but most of their money is taken away in tax by the government.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; George Washington once said, "The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge natural to party dissension, which in different ages &amp;amp; countries has perpetrated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism. But this leads at length to a more formal and permanent despotism. The disorders &amp;amp; miseries, which result, gradually incline the minds of men to seek security &amp;amp; repose in the absolute power of an Individual: and sooner or later the chief of some prevailing faction more able or more fortunate than his competitors, turns this disposition to the purposes of his own elevation, on the ruins of Public Liberty." (September 19, 1796)George Washington's quote relates to political parties and began to resonate with Americans in 2008. With the election of Obama, many Americans did not realize the laws that he was about to pass, or that he would not make merry on promises he made. Maybe if Obama had not been elected our country would have turned out for the better, or maybe we would have gotten another egg-head in his place. It's safe to say that no one knows for sure what might have happened, yet that we can only say what we hope for our country in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-7569750646823551112?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7569750646823551112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/7569750646823551112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/7569750646823551112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-this.html' title='Fuck this ;)'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8874414497509600345</id><published>2011-12-30T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:58:55.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me on Tumblr!</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;Made a Tumblr a few months ago, and am actually now posting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cusipo.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-8874414497509600345?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8874414497509600345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-me-on-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8874414497509600345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8874414497509600345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-me-on-tumblr.html' title='Follow me on Tumblr!'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-6266060983479199048</id><published>2011-12-17T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:20:40.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Now.</title><content type='html'>I am not the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion&lt;br /&gt;But you are not the kind of boy&lt;br /&gt;Who should be marrying the wrong girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneak in and see your friends&lt;br /&gt;And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel&lt;br /&gt;And she is yelling at a bridesmaid&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere back inside a room&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is surely not what you thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;I lose myself in a daydream&lt;br /&gt;Where I stand and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say "Yes", run away now&lt;br /&gt;I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait or say a single vow&lt;br /&gt;You need to hear me out&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fond gestures are exchanged&lt;br /&gt;And the organ starts to play&lt;br /&gt;A song that sounds like a death march&lt;br /&gt;And I am hiding in the curtains&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen&lt;br /&gt;But I know you wish it was me,&lt;br /&gt;You wish it was me,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say "Yes", run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait or say a single vow,&lt;br /&gt;You need to hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now".&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say "Yes", run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait or say a single vow,&lt;br /&gt;Your time is running out,&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la, la&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Say a single vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace"&lt;br /&gt;There’s the silence, there’s my last chance.&lt;br /&gt;I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me.&lt;br /&gt;Horrified looks from everyone in the room&lt;br /&gt;But I’m only looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion&lt;br /&gt;But you are not the kind of boy&lt;br /&gt;Who should be marrying the wrong girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don’t say "Yes", run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wait or say a single vow,&lt;br /&gt;You need to hear me out,&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "Speak now".&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll say "Let’s run away now,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the back door.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I didn’t say my vows,&lt;br /&gt;So glad you were around&lt;br /&gt;When they said, "Speak now".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-6266060983479199048?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6266060983479199048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/speak-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6266060983479199048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6266060983479199048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/speak-now.html' title='Speak Now.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-6583033410277733912</id><published>2011-12-10T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:38:02.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eff it</title><content type='html'>I hate the word "love." With a passion. It either comes at the right time, or with the wrong person. Life should be like a romance novel, or an eighties movie. At least everything would work out in the end. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-6583033410277733912?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6583033410277733912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/eff-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6583033410277733912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6583033410277733912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/12/eff-it.html' title='Eff it'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-5039208012757826848</id><published>2011-11-27T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:55:01.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh? Me Gusta?</title><content type='html'>I am aware of every inch of my body. In other words, I am self-conscious. Everything I have ever done made me even more aware as my surroundings had amplified the feelings. In love matters, this makes me seem shy. I'm not. I just have never really liked my body. Ever. There are days when I feel amazing, I love myself, I love my body, and am filled with energy. Then, other times, I can barely stand to look at myself in the mirror. Vulnerability has never helped. I am confident and able bodied... however, I want to hide beneath my skin, not shine above it. In familial matters, my self-consciousness still makes my parents feel unloved. I can sense their emotions though. When they are disappointed in me, angered, or just being spiteful, I can feel it. It's a terrible feeling. Knowing that you aren't good enough, I mean. In my life, I have always gotten what my parents wanted for me. I have always followed life my their examples. My mom and dad don't believe in God? He (or she) must not exist. My mom doesn't want me to tell anyone about family matters? I hold it in until I break. I don't break easily though. I am strong... at least I am most of the time. I broke when my sister moved out and left me to deal with my parents alone. But, my two best-friends were there to help me. If not for them... I don't know what I'd have done. Honestly, when I break I hit bottom. Then again, I don't experience anything half way. It's usually all or nothing with me. If I want to block things I end up becoming totally numb. If I want to feel.... a rush of emotion floods over me. It makes me feel flush and excited. Usually.... lately... I have been in the feel category. Lately, I love to feel. My boyfriend, he makes me feel, whether I want to or not. He is also one of those two best-friends I mentioned earlier. In general, life is pretty bland without him, and my other best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-5039208012757826848?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5039208012757826848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/eh-me-gusta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/5039208012757826848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/5039208012757826848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/eh-me-gusta.html' title='Eh? Me Gusta?'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8593944731396742921</id><published>2011-11-21T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:14:34.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow song of the week: Every Time We Touch</title><content type='html'>I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me&lt;br /&gt;I still feel your touch in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Without you it's hard to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling&lt;br /&gt;And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;br /&gt;I want this to last&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time we touch, I feel the static&lt;br /&gt;And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so?&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky&lt;br /&gt;They wipe away tears that I cry&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad times, we've been through them all&lt;br /&gt;You make me rise when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling&lt;br /&gt;And every time we kiss I swear I could fly&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;br /&gt;I want this to last&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static&lt;br /&gt;And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so?&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling&lt;br /&gt;And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;br /&gt;I want this to last&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-8593944731396742921?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8593944731396742921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/slow-song-of-week-every-time-we-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8593944731396742921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8593944731396742921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/slow-song-of-week-every-time-we-touch.html' title='Slow song of the week: Every Time We Touch'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-2502931780551170358</id><published>2011-11-14T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:02:10.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Psychotic Babblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Life  will drive you crazy. You will make mistakes that cannot be changed,  say things that you regret, and hurt those you love. If you ever find  yourself wondering what life is all about, or what your purpose is here,  just don't. All you need to know is that you have to have fun and love  everyone you love with your whole heart. Because one day things might  change, things will irrevocably change, and you're gonna have to ask  yourself, "is this worth it?" If the answer is yes, then maybe (just maybe) one day whatever it is that changed will show you why it changed, or that there was a reason. If the answer is no, ask yourself what it is you can do to change it. When your lies and secrets fall, there is a truth behind it. When something in your life changes it causes a ripple effect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I really need to write a book, because I have a lot to say.... Hmm... next topic...? I got to think......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Heartbreak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;The feeling will render you helpless. It will smash you to your knees, and capture any breath you have left. You will be so shocked that, at first, you will not cry. You will not weep or moan or anything. You will just sit and stare in shock. Heartbreak. It's not always from losing a loved one, being broken up with, or pain. It can be from the simplest of problems or feelings. Heartbreak. It will cause you to question everything you know. Heartbreak. It will often make you feel alone. Heart break breaks your heart. Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Falling in Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Really a quite useless term used to describe feelings people have about an object or another person. There's a feeling in love that your choking sometimes. Simply because you can't force yourself to say the words or speak about them at all. Acknowledgement is key. Sometimes, in love, you'll write a blog for someone to read about because your a wimp and just have to let them know you love them. Ya know, but that's just one way of putting it. It's also pure happiness. Fuzzy, flutter feelings. Movie type stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Puppies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Are cute ^`^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;and... that's all I can think of xD so Byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;RipleyShaine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-2502931780551170358?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2502931780551170358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-psychotic-babblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2502931780551170358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2502931780551170358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-psychotic-babblings.html' title='Random Psychotic Babblings'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8721416360010376979</id><published>2011-11-09T16:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:52:59.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... I saw this on FunnyJunk and Fmylife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNyF0i5ujFk/TrsgZQRIZaI/AAAAAAAAACw/nQ574OfuXTc/s1600/My%252Bfirst%252BOC%252BSorry%252Bif%252Bit%252Bsucks_871c0d_2857954.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNyF0i5ujFk/TrsgZQRIZaI/AAAAAAAAACw/nQ574OfuXTc/s320/My%252Bfirst%252BOC%252BSorry%252Bif%252Bit%252Bsucks_871c0d_2857954.png" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-8721416360010376979?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8721416360010376979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/hmmm-i-saw-this-on-funnyjunk-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8721416360010376979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8721416360010376979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/hmmm-i-saw-this-on-funnyjunk-and.html' title='Hmmm... I saw this on FunnyJunk and Fmylife'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iNyF0i5ujFk/TrsgZQRIZaI/AAAAAAAAACw/nQ574OfuXTc/s72-c/My%252Bfirst%252BOC%252BSorry%252Bif%252Bit%252Bsucks_871c0d_2857954.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-2269851106888421924</id><published>2011-11-07T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:23:15.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Sad Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 800px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="160"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One boy, one girl &lt;br /&gt;Two hearts, their world&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by, secrets rise&lt;br /&gt;One more sad song, &lt;br /&gt;Tears shed, she's gone&lt;br /&gt;She'd take it back, if she only could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the perfect words they seem so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;She's gone&lt;br /&gt;You wish that you could learn to see,&lt;br /&gt;The door is closed, and you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? I cannot breathe&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend, worst thing &lt;br /&gt;She's been cheating&lt;br /&gt;Friend deceives, she leaves&lt;br /&gt;Last date, she cries&lt;br /&gt;Whispers goodbye&lt;br /&gt;She walks once more out that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the perfect words they seem so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;She's gone&lt;br /&gt;You wish that you could learn to see,&lt;br /&gt;The door is closed, and you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? I cannot breathe&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please, please, please, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing is letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;Please stay, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing is letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you&lt;br /&gt;Alone with me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? &lt;br /&gt;I cannot breathe..&lt;br /&gt;Alone with, alone with... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? &lt;br /&gt;I cannot breathe &lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="160"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="160"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="160"&gt;&amp;lt;33 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="TD" width="470"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-2269851106888421924?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2269851106888421924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-more-sad-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2269851106888421924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2269851106888421924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-more-sad-song.html' title='One More Sad Song'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8306354842111412325</id><published>2011-11-06T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:03:58.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, it is love.</title><content type='html'>Oh,it is love from the first time I set my eyes upon yours thinking "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,dear&lt;br /&gt;It's been hardly a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you are already missed&lt;br /&gt;There is still a bit of your skin&lt;br /&gt;That I've yet to have kissed&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, please do not go&lt;br /&gt;When you know, oh you know that I must&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;You know (oh) you, (oh) know you can trust&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding hands once again&lt;br /&gt;All our broken plans I will mend&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you tight so you know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I pressed my hand to yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,dear, &lt;br /&gt;its been hardly three days yet&lt;br /&gt;And I'm longing to feel your embrace&lt;br /&gt;There are several days&lt;br /&gt;Until I can see your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, wouldn't you like to be older and married with me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, wouldn't it be nice to know right now that we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Someday holding hands in the end&lt;br /&gt;All our broken plans will have been&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss you soft so you know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I pressed my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your heart may long for love that is more near&lt;br /&gt;So, when I'm gone these words will be here&lt;br /&gt;To ease every fear&lt;br /&gt;And dry up every tear&lt;br /&gt;And make it very clear&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you and I know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I press my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I set my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you and I know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I set my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{I love that song}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-8306354842111412325?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-7281594743753160587</id><published>2011-11-02T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:17:18.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework!</title><content type='html'>Snacks + homework = brain explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has math (Page 169, 123 and 3-39 M3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English (Crossword &amp;amp; page of questions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye(:&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-7281594743753160587?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7281594743753160587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/7281594743753160587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/7281594743753160587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/11/homework.html' title='Homework!'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-6057394245238637546</id><published>2011-10-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:35:33.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Quotes!</title><content type='html'>"Falling in Love is So hard On the Knees" - Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am i Not destroying My enemies By making Them my Friends?" - Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be proud Of every Scar on Your heart. Each one Holds a Lifetime's worth Of lessons."- Wallace Stegner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you Are content To be Simply yourself And don't Compare or Compete, everybody will respect you"- Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2"&gt;a smile&lt;/span&gt;, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;smallest&lt;/span&gt; act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around." - Leo Buscalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"beauty often seduces us on the road to truth"- David Shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where words fail, music speaks"- Hans Christian Andersen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"plenty of things are mistakes, but mistakes are like seeds, and they grow into purposes"- James Hannaham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Next time your girl wants you to take her somewhere expensive, take her to the &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;gas&lt;/span&gt; station… almost 5.00/gallon.”- Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-6057394245238637546?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6057394245238637546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-favorite-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6057394245238637546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6057394245238637546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-favorite-quotes.html' title='My Favorite Quotes!'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-4681469407403130314</id><published>2011-10-20T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:05:06.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a terrible person.</title><content type='html'>No matter how badly things get, I can't take out my problems out on other people. I am a terrible best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-4681469407403130314?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4681469407403130314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-terrible-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4681469407403130314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4681469407403130314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-terrible-person.html' title='I am a terrible person.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-1396571379510901685</id><published>2011-10-18T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:29:56.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend is kind of a big bitch :3</title><content type='html'>When my best friend calls me a big bitch every five minutes for having EMOTIONS I kind of want to slap her in the face. Yes, I get jealous of people. Occasionally. But I got over it. I wasn't being mean to anyone... :3 But no. She has to hit me. Call me a bitch. Never tell me I am good enough when we work together on school projects. No wonder I feel inferior to other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that she points out the good about everyone else and tells me whats wrong with me. I kinda want to stop giving a fuck. Tomorrow will be my "No fuck is Given" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smh. -_____- I love her. But.... meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-1396571379510901685?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1396571379510901685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-best-friend-is-kind-of-big-bitch-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/1396571379510901685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/1396571379510901685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-best-friend-is-kind-of-big-bitch-3.html' title='My best friend is kind of a big bitch :3'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-7883235494802709958</id><published>2011-10-16T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:26:00.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Turns- Secondhand Serenade</title><content type='html'>Turn slowly,&lt;br /&gt;each day's so fast,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have the strength.&lt;br /&gt;all I see,&lt;br /&gt;is broken glass,&lt;br /&gt;with shiny shards of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and change is coming my Way,&lt;br /&gt;but I still feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same.(X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold structure,&lt;br /&gt;don't let life pass,&lt;br /&gt;let yourself be free.&lt;br /&gt;Cause your much more,&lt;br /&gt;forget the past,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and change is coming my way,&lt;br /&gt;but I still feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same(X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet,&lt;br /&gt;It's calm now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting,&lt;br /&gt;to fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you showed me,&lt;br /&gt;that I need hope,&lt;br /&gt;and I need change,&lt;br /&gt;to know how it feels to be alone..&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elyricsworld.com/world_turns_lyrics_secondhand_serenade.html&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And change is coming my way,&lt;br /&gt;but I still feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same(X6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet,&lt;br /&gt;it's calm now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting,&lt;br /&gt;to fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me,&lt;br /&gt;That I need hope,&lt;br /&gt;that I need change&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-7883235494802709958?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7883235494802709958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-turns-secondhand-serenade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/7883235494802709958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/7883235494802709958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-turns-secondhand-serenade.html' title='World Turns- Secondhand Serenade'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-1418812024740850997</id><published>2011-10-15T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:00:36.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse Words will FLY.</title><content type='html'>Well, Fuck Your Shit Bitch.&amp;nbsp; What the fuck is wrong with people that they can't accept another fucking persons fucking opinion because they think it's "stupid" "unworthy" or "selfish". To dumbass bitches like that : FUCK YOUR SHIT. You have no Idea what is going on with me. I will say what ever the frick I want. Freedom of speech, soith. You don't like it suck my non existent nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots a cursey.. in some other languages to... MESU INU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-1418812024740850997?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1418812024740850997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/curse-words-will-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/1418812024740850997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/1418812024740850997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/curse-words-will-fly.html' title='Curse Words will FLY.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-4825373967800607042</id><published>2011-10-14T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:52:19.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My philosophy on life.</title><content type='html'>It's too short for me to hide in a corner and bitch and moan so I should be happy as much as possible, right? I can cry as much as I want about BS before I go to sleep, but In the morning it's all irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about making choices and mine is this: I choose to live a happy life and create happiness for others. It's simple, but it is my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-4825373967800607042?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4825373967800607042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-philosophy-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4825373967800607042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4825373967800607042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-philosophy-on-life.html' title='My philosophy on life.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-37429457473364383</id><published>2011-10-11T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T06:15:46.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly- Superchick</title><content type='html'>She feels lost in her own life&lt;br /&gt;Treading water just to keep from slipping under&lt;br /&gt;And she wonders if she's where she's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to do it right&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams are just too far away to see how steps she's making might be taking her to who she'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it isn't what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time it worked out just fine&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I am where I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;And after all the tears, I was supposed to be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels locked in her own life &lt;br /&gt;Scared of what she might lose&lt;br /&gt;If she moves away from who she was&lt;br /&gt;And she's afraid of being free&lt;br /&gt;There's a way she knows is right&lt;br /&gt;And she can't feel the things she knows and so each step she's taking&lt;br /&gt;Is a step of faith towards who she'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it isn't what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time it worked out just fine&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I am where I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;And after all the tears, I was supposed to be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here   where the night is darkest black&lt;br /&gt;She feels the fear&lt;br /&gt;And the light is farthest back &lt;br /&gt;And through her tears&lt;br /&gt;She can see the dawn &lt;br /&gt;It's coming skies will clear&lt;br /&gt;And the light will find her where she's always been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it isn't what it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time it worked out just fine&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I am where I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;And after all the tears, I was supposed to be here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-37429457473364383?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/37429457473364383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/suddenly-superchick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/37429457473364383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/37429457473364383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/suddenly-superchick.html' title='Suddenly- Superchick'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-2765878096040753</id><published>2011-10-02T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:23:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Agony, Just let go of me!</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin. It's pretty(: I will do my laundry and then watch Robin of Sherwood (*cough* David *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, really awesome day! If only I weren't so damn shy &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I am afraid I am actually very good at psychical things like kissing and stuff; I just get too embarrassed to do anything. Dammit. D: I'm screwed!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RipleyShaine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-2765878096040753?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2765878096040753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-agony-just-let-go-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2765878096040753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2765878096040753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-agony-just-let-go-of-me.html' title='Dear Agony, Just let go of me!'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-2736650139041117797</id><published>2011-09-22T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:41:45.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the meaning of life? To be happy and useful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The universe makes me feel inferior. It seems like it never fails to remind me that I am human, and therefore, I am breakable. I am delicate, I am fragile. Yes, I am many things, but I cannot be truly happy. Anytime my happiness goes on for too long the world seems to need to balance it out with news determined to shatter what is left of my heart. A heart that has only barely been repaired. Duct tape doesn't fix everything after all it seems. It can't fix my mothers health, or the fact that she has a fifty percent chance of having Lymphoma. It does not fix the unspoken and unwept pain in my eyes; my heart. No. Duct tape does not fix everything. That would be unimaginable. So, in spite of my pain, I have a list.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Duct Tape Should Fix:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken Hearts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cancer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guitars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Y&lt;b&gt;eah, kind of a crappy list, but c'mon, I am fourteen and not thinking&amp;nbsp; straight, so what do you expect? &lt;br /&gt;Anyways: Is it wrong to pray to a God you do not believe in? I pray to God, or whatever (whoever) the hell is out there that my mom does not have cancer... I guess we won't know until the tests get back. I just can't believe something like could happen to my mom. She is my mommy for fucks sake! Woops.... cursing &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I promised myself I'd stop that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But even at the end of the day, I have three people: Chelsey, David, and Kyla. They make everything seem brighter; they are a reason to always be happy. For them I can do that. Right? And I know one of them reads my posts. So, David, Thank you. I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anywho, back to duct tape. I'd rather call it Duck Tape. It makes me wanna giggle. I guess I will make this the end of my post, since I am being random, and not really saying anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Evening, and have a nice life,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ripley Shaine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-2736650139041117797?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2736650139041117797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-meaning-of-life-to-be-happy-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2736650139041117797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2736650139041117797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-meaning-of-life-to-be-happy-and.html' title='What is the meaning of life? To be happy and useful.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-9069971362909187241</id><published>2011-09-05T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:32:52.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want it to rain so frickin' badly right now. I love the rain. It is so beautiful and peaceful. Also, relaxing. But sadly, it is only drizzling ): Ah, PLEASE MAKE IT RAIN WEATHER GODS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-9069971362909187241?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9069971362909187241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/poet-is-someone-who-stands-outside-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/9069971362909187241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/9069971362909187241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/09/poet-is-someone-who-stands-outside-in.html' title='A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-2006049703802020390</id><published>2011-08-17T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T21:49:58.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.</title><content type='html'>So, i think i'll make a youtube video. hehehe &amp;gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-2006049703802020390?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2006049703802020390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-what-happens-to-you-while-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2006049703802020390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2006049703802020390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-is-what-happens-to-you-while-youre.html' title='Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-5379176105138594913</id><published>2011-07-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:33:36.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I rant, therefore I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humans, as a whole, are incorrigible beings. We lie, cheat,  steal, hurt, murder, etc. But that is because we lack the necessary  tools to continue as a well-manifested society. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think about it: What is the one gift we all need and never are allowed or granted to have? Acceptance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We  want to be seen as we really are- physically flawed, personalities  quirked, and even our insecurities.We want one person to be okay with  every inch of who we are. Always we are afraid that we are too needy or  too high maintenance. We put limitations on ourselves&amp;nbsp; and our  relationships because we are afraid that we're not really loved. That we  are not really accepted. We hide the smallest pieces of ourselves away  because we are afraid that it might be the one thing to drive away the  person who is supposed to love us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even  the most hated of people craves acceptance; even the most loved.  Regardless of who you are, acceptance is always your goal; whether you  have realized it or not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will just continue to push people away, and to what end? Your life will eventually ruin and you will always be unhappy. So, Just love already. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-5379176105138594913?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5379176105138594913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-rant-therefore-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/5379176105138594913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/5379176105138594913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-rant-therefore-i-am.html' title='I rant, therefore I am.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-4388066441094902897</id><published>2011-06-25T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:47:47.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Kind of Fails. Then again, So Do I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;My life is pretty much perfect. Aside from family issues, and personal issues, I've been pretty happy. (: Haha. My blogs beginning to suck worse for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-4388066441094902897?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4388066441094902897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-blog-kind-of-fails-then-again-so-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4388066441094902897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4388066441094902897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-blog-kind-of-fails-then-again-so-do.html' title='My Blog Kind of Fails. Then again, So Do I.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-22424463340288210</id><published>2011-06-21T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:33:53.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world. "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Insomnia. I thought I abandoned that shit last Summer &amp;lt;.&amp;lt; But when your mind is racing, you really cannot go to sleep now can you? There's just a dump-tuck full of shit in my mind. I have no one to talk to about it either. Fuck my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ripley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-22424463340288210?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/22424463340288210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-refuge-of-insomniac-is-sense-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/22424463340288210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/22424463340288210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-refuge-of-insomniac-is-sense-of.html' title='&quot;The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world. &quot;'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8248248539630460945</id><published>2011-06-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:36:16.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This whole Post will be in French... For I am bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Bonjour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mes amours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Aujourd'hui, je vais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;au blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de ​​rien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;en particulier, et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;si vous vous souciez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que vous allez utiliser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;pour le traduire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Here we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;: Comme nous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;parler, je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;suis à l'écoute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de la musique&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sur youtube.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;me fait me sentir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;assez calme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;et en face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;extérieur de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;météo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Il est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;89&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;degrés dehors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Pas aussi chaud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;comme il l'a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;été&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;la semaine dernière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;, mais toujours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;très chaud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;à Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Vous savez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;l'appareil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;rouge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;salopette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;eu la bonne idée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;«Quand je vois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;votre sourire,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;larmes coulent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sur ​​mon visage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Je ne peux pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;remplacer"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;me fait me sentir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;aimé!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;J'adore cette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;chanson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Je l'ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;dédié à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ma meilleure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="atn" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;-guy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ami,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;et bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;maintenant il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;est mon ami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Si vous pouvez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;l'appeler&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps atn" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sorte de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;plus impressionnant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que ça.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Je ne peux pas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;le décrire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Mais de toute façon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;, euh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ce qui était&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;, je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;parles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;à propos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;L'amour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de ma vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Ripley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-8248248539630460945?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8248248539630460945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-whole-post-will-be-in-french-for-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8248248539630460945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8248248539630460945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-whole-post-will-be-in-french-for-i.html' title='This whole Post will be in French... For I am bored.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-140458211710262883</id><published>2011-06-17T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T13:17:36.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOM NOM NOM &gt;:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I has the best lollipop in th world; Just felt like sharing that with you &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-140458211710262883?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/140458211710262883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/nom-nom-nom-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/140458211710262883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/140458211710262883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/nom-nom-nom-d.html' title='NOM NOM NOM &gt;:D'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-844352603284073470</id><published>2011-06-14T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:04:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm not psycho... I just like psychotic things." - Gerard Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know how something happens, and it makes you happy? But then you start to doubt its reasoning? Yeah, well, I am kind of getting that feeling now. Things happen and I believe in them and It's awesome and life works out, then My mind makes me believe it couldn't possibly be good for me. Is that messed up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As POM said &lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'm the one,&amp;nbsp; maybe I'm the one, who Is the schizophrenic psycho, yeah."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-844352603284073470?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/844352603284073470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-psycho-i-just-like-psychotic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/844352603284073470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/844352603284073470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-psycho-i-just-like-psychotic.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m not psycho... I just like psychotic things.&quot; - Gerard Way'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-6452953273443041487</id><published>2011-06-05T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:00:48.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such A Dumbass.</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I hate, It is a liar. One thing I hate more: Boys who cheat on their girlfriends. FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-6452953273443041487?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6452953273443041487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-such-dumbass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6452953273443041487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6452953273443041487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-such-dumbass.html' title='I am such A Dumbass.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-6372194910326569498</id><published>2011-05-07T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T09:11:57.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a form of courage.  ~Holbrook Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Today is a very good day(: My school's Choir&amp;amp;Orchestra (Advanced groupings) Are taking a trip for the Music in the Parks festival today! I cannot wait; only three more hours to go. SO, while I wait I guess I should play Resident Evil. I am not getting dressed til ten- thirty.&amp;nbsp; So, Yeah(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Ripley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-6372194910326569498?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6372194910326569498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/happiness-is-form-of-courage-holbrook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6372194910326569498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6372194910326569498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/05/happiness-is-form-of-courage-holbrook.html' title='Happiness is a form of courage.  ~Holbrook Jackson'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-426920942380829303</id><published>2011-04-24T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:54:14.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I never want to fake it. That's my whole thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Hello! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;SO, If you're (or anyone, really) reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I have gotten my life in order. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I thought it might be difficult, but it was really very quite simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;All I had to do was: &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Make myself happy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Amazing, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ripley&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3214601134670715045-426920942380829303?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/426920942380829303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-never-want-to-fake-it-thats-my-whole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/426920942380829303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/426920942380829303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-never-want-to-fake-it-thats-my-whole.html' title='I never want to fake it. That&apos;s my whole thing.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-9138276156040958408</id><published>2011-04-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:53:57.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Pietro Aretino was correct....... the truth is far better than secret and I know that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;But what if the truth lay in dishonesty? It Is never so complicated though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;If you were to throw me away, it would mean I meant nothing to you, correct? Thus revealing your true nature. But if you were to keep me in your life, it would hurt me so much more, because it would show myself that forgiveness is in your heart to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Eh, Random babblings..... I should sleep now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Love Me or Love Me Not,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Ripley Shaine Boyette.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/3214601134670715045-9138276156040958408?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9138276156040958408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-and-because-i-love-you-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/9138276156040958408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/9138276156040958408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-and-because-i-love-you-i.html' title='“I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.”'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-4717367714470684616</id><published>2011-04-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:54:30.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of making me happy, it's just messing up my life. So fuck love I don't need it in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="firstword"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; many years you had me on my knees and my heart on the floor so &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dotted rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;fuck love&lt;/span&gt; because it doesn't exist anymore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just don't know...... I am so confused..... I have no idea what I want. At my age, Do I need love? Do I know what love is? I don't want to hurt him, yet at the same time it is inevitable. This life ocnfuses me, and hurts my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music shall heal me &amp;lt;/3 I will know what I want. NO MORE CONFUSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Ripley Shaine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="smtext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-4717367714470684616?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4717367714470684616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/instead-of-making-me-happy-its-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4717367714470684616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4717367714470684616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/instead-of-making-me-happy-its-just.html' title='Instead of making me happy, it&apos;s just messing up my life. So fuck love I don&apos;t need it in my life.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-2108551735364043246</id><published>2011-04-03T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:45:23.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Sure, the lion is king of the jungle but airdrop him into Antarctica, &amp; he's just a penguin's bitch”</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Heyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while since I posted a blog..... But it is mainly because of my book. See, when I got my new computer I forgot to transfer my files, and my book was lost. Not that I care. It kind of sucked. So now I can restart. Problem is I have writers block. Kind of like a cock block only worse &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all these plots stuck in my brain and I am quite sure none of them fit my angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Must Get back to workk &amp;gt;:DDDDD N'yahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ripley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-2108551735364043246?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2108551735364043246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/sure-lion-is-king-of-jungle-but-airdrop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2108551735364043246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/2108551735364043246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/04/sure-lion-is-king-of-jungle-but-airdrop.html' title='“Sure, the lion is king of the jungle but airdrop him into Antarctica, &amp; he&apos;s just a penguin&apos;s bitch”'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-4248411228843924693</id><published>2011-03-27T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:34:05.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so." - William Shakespeare- Hamlet, II.ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Ahhhhh, thoughts. Ya, know life would not be so bad if we did not have to think everything through. Choices, decisions, mistakes. It is all pretty useless!&lt;/span&gt; I have been have a revelation lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awesome; all of y'all(&amp;nbsp; whom may think otherwise )can suck it . That's the basis of it. SO, my blogs are short... maybe if somethin' interesting happens I will have a longer passage but for now....&lt;br /&gt;EH, Well, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-4248411228843924693?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4248411228843924693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-there-is-nothing-either-good-or-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4248411228843924693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4248411228843924693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-there-is-nothing-either-good-or-bad.html' title='&quot;For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so.&quot; - William Shakespeare- Hamlet, II.ii'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-4476789202108129185</id><published>2011-03-22T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:10:42.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The quote ( my title) is by Robert Brault. I think it is very controversial, huh? Life is too short yet also too long to hold a grudge. Either way you lose..... But I think I can win any grudge I settle. I have enough. I do, however, wish I had someone I could talk to freely. Some person that would not judge me; I just want to talk about everything going on lately. Even my closest friends have an opinion. I just want someone to listen. Not give advice; listen. Not going to happen; not in today's society. Everyone needs gossip, to know, to have, to pass along what is not theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Finally, Food for thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;I  surprised at the illogical thought processes of people in my school; I  broke up with him. Fuck what he says, or what you say he says. I'm  through. If I broke up with him, is there not a reason why? Think about  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-4476789202108129185?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4476789202108129185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-too-short-to-hold-grudge-also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4476789202108129185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/4476789202108129185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-too-short-to-hold-grudge-also.html' title='Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-6525660487361424578</id><published>2011-03-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T06:32:15.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School; to go or not to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;I have a happy playlist so it really wont matter much! My friend Alexa gave me the idea(: It's isnpiring or really edgy rock/pop chick music that makes girls feel empowered! C'mon school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-6525660487361424578?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6525660487361424578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-to-go-or-not-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6525660487361424578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6525660487361424578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='School; to go or not to go?'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-6606437067695297732</id><published>2011-03-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:09:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At least today is over with.</title><content type='html'>Ah, another fine day to look forward to tomorrow. &amp;lt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does life suck so much? Who knows, who truly cares? I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, may your dreams bring a better time then the restless-ness of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-6606437067695297732?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6606437067695297732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-least-today-is-over-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6606437067695297732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/6606437067695297732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-least-today-is-over-with.html' title='At least today is over with.'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-8044740857773021897</id><published>2011-03-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:36:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look for the girl with the broken smile , ask her if she wants to stay a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Music Is my life; always.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; Its even how I chose the title of my blog. The Song She will be loved by Maroon 5 is one of my addictions. And I have so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; To try to describe them, even with my extensive vocabulary (which I am not using), would be like describing the taste of water: irrefutable yet a total waste of time because &amp;gt;irrefutable&amp;lt; only works when you can work its description to a minute detail. &lt;/span&gt;So, it is a complete waste of time.&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; If you even tried to argue over such a thing you would most likely be accused of uncouth behavior and labeled as someone who should have no time wasted over. Ha-ha, following so far? Good, because I have nothing else to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I dont know what to discuss now..... So I think I will go waste an hour on facebook. Au Revoir, L'amour&lt;/span&gt;&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/3214601134670715045-8044740857773021897?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8044740857773021897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-for-girl-with-broken-smile-ask-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8044740857773021897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/8044740857773021897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-for-girl-with-broken-smile-ask-her.html' title='look for the girl with the broken smile , ask her if she wants to stay a while'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214601134670715045.post-3578049690156852634</id><published>2011-03-21T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:21:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Depressing Titles You Shall Soon Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO BODY WANTS TO READ ABOUT A HAPPY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's common sense. Everyone wants to read interesting things, and well, your happy vacation to Mexico with your new hubby is not it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A normal depressed teen life is not, either. Mine, however, is not normal. I have to deal with a mind like E.A. Poe, reoccurring migraines (which would score a 10 on the Richter scale), spouts of depression, anorexia, etc. But It is so interesting to read. Plus my mind comes up with some interesting shit. It all started with a broke up with my boyfriend, four days before our eleven-month of dating. I didn't cry, until second period of school the next day; the only class we share together. Coincidence?&amp;nbsp; I seriously doubt it. I am really over emotional, and two hours ago I had not eaten in three days. I just wrote down a lot of my thoughts into twisting plots of death. Cool, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3214601134670715045-3578049690156852634?l=breakthesmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3578049690156852634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/depressing-titles-you-shall-soon-read.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/3578049690156852634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3214601134670715045/posts/default/3578049690156852634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthesmile.blogspot.com/2011/03/depressing-titles-you-shall-soon-read.html' title='The Depressing Titles You Shall Soon Read'/><author><name>RipleyShaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04550778051835286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8th_gnSZ1nc/ToKUNd21iII/AAAAAAAAACU/tTI0brcc-Jc/s220/an-111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
