<?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-6166966170260390924</id><updated>2012-02-07T01:54:02.881+11:00</updated><category term='Pineapple pizza'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Confused'/><category term='la porchetta'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Aspirations'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Angry'/><category term='Arj Barker'/><category term='Games'/><category term='fudge'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='The Royal Hobart Show'/><category term='jealous'/><category term='Unsticky'/><category term='family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='cut wrists'/><category term='night elf'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Little Ash'/><category term='Depressed'/><category term='sister'/><category term='Jayde'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Flowers in the Attic'/><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='The Medic Droid'/><category term='The eternal kiss'/><category term='Sleeping'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Warren'/><category term='Letters'/><category term='2010'/><category term='music'/><category term='Chicken'/><category term='purple hair'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Centrelink'/><category term='piercings'/><category term='Relient K'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Petals on the Wind'/><category term='the sims 2'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Upset'/><category term='Vegetarian'/><category term='blueberry hill'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Bored'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Kiss the Stars with me. &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5129125163390028228</id><published>2010-05-10T20:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:24:11.947+10:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Tell me why the stars do shine tell me why the ivy twine Tell me why the sky is blue &amp; I will tell you why I love you &lt;3 &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JessicaKarli" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/JessicaKarli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5129125163390028228?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5129125163390028228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5129125163390028228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5129125163390028228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5129125163390028228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-9027449216027658628</id><published>2010-03-19T22:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:52:18.591+11:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/JessicaKarli" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/JessicaKarli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-9027449216027658628?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/9027449216027658628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=9027449216027658628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9027449216027658628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9027449216027658628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1038266533599972170</id><published>2010-01-23T08:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:00:07.878+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>Bad night sleep.</title><content type='html'>I started feeling tired at 9pm last night, so at around 9:45pm I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke was playing his new game he bought when we went out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into bed and found it easy to fall asleep, but because Luke was plying his game, I kept getting woken. Our TV in our room is big, so when it gets bright, it would sometimes wake me. Plus it was loud. I asked him to turn it down, he was getting annoyed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't a very good sleep at all. I got woken so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Luke and I went out with Mum. She got her hair cut and coloured. It looks good, I like the colour, but I think it's a bit short, but oh well hair grows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1038266533599972170?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1038266533599972170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1038266533599972170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1038266533599972170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1038266533599972170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-night-sleep.html' title='Bad night sleep.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-206981545336867314</id><published>2010-01-20T23:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:32:47.035+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>12 years old.</title><content type='html'>I remember being 12 years old. It was my last year in Primary School.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 18 years old now, turning 19 his year. Time goes by so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my little sister's are 12 today. It's weird, knowing that she'll be 13 next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-206981545336867314?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/206981545336867314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=206981545336867314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/206981545336867314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/206981545336867314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/01/12-years-old.html' title='12 years old.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1121697100000115809</id><published>2010-01-17T19:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:06:30.423+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Totally chocolate, chocolate chip cookies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(118, 119, 121); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_UCRecipeDetail1_MainImage" style="text-align: center;padding-bottom: 7px; "&gt;&lt;img id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_UCRecipeDetail1_imgRecipeImage" src="http://www.nigella.com/contents/recipe/images/8cb24974_8bd4_4bee_8197_b45e4438d312.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_UCRecipeDetail1_photographer"  style="text-decoration: none; padding-bottom: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p class="" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', san-serif;"&gt;Photograph by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.lisparsonsphotography.co.uk/" class="orangelink" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; color: rgb(245, 132, 38); "&gt;Lis Parsons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', san-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125g dark chocolate, minimum 70% cocoa solids&lt;br /&gt;150g flour&lt;br /&gt;30g cocoa, sieved&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;125g soft butter&lt;br /&gt;75g light brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;50g white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, cold from the fridge&lt;br /&gt;350g (2 bags) semi-sweet chocolate morsels or dark chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;Serving Size : Makes 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METHOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 170°C/gas mark 3. Melt the 125g dark chocolate either in the microwave or in a heatproof dish over a pan of simmering water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Put the flour, cocoa, bicarbonate of soda and salt into a bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Cream the butter and sugars in another bowl. (I use my freestanding mixer, itself an odd source of comfort to me.) Add the melted chocolate and mix together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Beat in the vanilla extract and cold egg, and then mix in the dry ingredients. Finally stir in the chocolate morsels or chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Scoop out 12 equal-sized mounds – an ice cream scoop and a palette knife are the best tools for the job – and place on a lined baking sheet about 6cm apart. Do not flatten them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Cook for 18 minutes, testing with a cake tester to make sure it comes out semi-clean and not wet with cake batter. If you pierce a chocolate chip, try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Leave to cool slightly on the baking sheet for 4–5 minutes, then transfer them to a cooling rack to harden as they cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Via [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nigella.com/recipe/recipe_detail.aspx?rid=100"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1121697100000115809?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1121697100000115809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1121697100000115809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1121697100000115809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1121697100000115809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/01/totally-chocolate-chocolate-chip.html' title='Totally chocolate, chocolate chip cookies.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3770223753397714243</id><published>2010-01-17T18:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:36:56.493+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unsticky'/><title type='text'>Unsticky.</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a book my sister got me for christmas called "Unsticky".&lt;div&gt;I like it so far, it's interesting. I might go read it now. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3770223753397714243?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3770223753397714243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3770223753397714243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3770223753397714243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3770223753397714243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/01/unsticky.html' title='Unsticky.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6720424731761524443</id><published>2010-01-05T07:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:10:10.681+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Ash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unsticky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The eternal kiss'/><title type='text'>Little Ash.</title><content type='html'>I was looking at &lt;a href="http://imdb.com"&gt;http://imdb.com&lt;/a&gt; at Robert Pattinson's page. So I decided to watch "Little Ash". it was weird. I didn't like it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sleeping is weird. I got up yesterday at 9am. And now it's 8am. I've been awake so long because yesterday night I slept so long. I am tired now, but I don't feel like I should be going to bed now. I mean, it's morning. Gosh, my internal clock is so mixed up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting alone, in my room (Luke is asleep) listening to He is We, (A mess it grows.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like I should go to bed, but there's nothing to do, I AM tired. But, I don't know. It feels wrong. But I'll fall asleep at this desk if I stay up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently reading a book called "Unsticky". I read about 10 or 11 chapters yesterday. it's quite interesting. not the type of book I would have bought myself; my sister bought it for me as a Christmas present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also bought me a book called "The eternal kiss" it's a collection of short stories, all to do with vampires. I don't really like that one so far, I've read the first 2 stories and I felt like just when I was getting into them, they'd end. And I found it very hard to just go from one story, to another. When I read I get totally lost in the book and characters. And it was hard to go from one set of characters, and story to another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, well I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight/morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6720424731761524443?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6720424731761524443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6720424731761524443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6720424731761524443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6720424731761524443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-ash.html' title='Little Ash.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8230379836076642263</id><published>2010-01-02T01:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:06:22.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Earworm - United State of Pop 2009 (Blame It on the Pop) - Mashup of Top 25 Billboard Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8230379836076642263?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8230379836076642263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8230379836076642263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8230379836076642263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8230379836076642263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/01/dj-earworm-united-state-of-pop-2009.html' title='DJ Earworm - United State of Pop 2009 (Blame It on the Pop) - Mashup of Top 25 Billboard Hits'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4884902433329454557</id><published>2010-01-01T00:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:38:00.692+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe 2009 is gone! It's a new decade! I am looking forward to 2010, I'll be 19 this year! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also getting married this year! :D &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't really thought about a New Years Resolution, but I guess from the top of my head I'll say i want to lose weight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write a more detailed list later. I hope everyone's 2010 is amazing. I have a good feeling about 2010. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4884902433329454557?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4884902433329454557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4884902433329454557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4884902433329454557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4884902433329454557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7338391754378663770</id><published>2009-12-31T21:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:26:59.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning.</title><content type='html'>it's the last 3 hours of 2009, and here in Tasmania we have lightning. Today it got up to 38 which is hot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful lightning is lighting up the sky and it's beautiful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye 2009, I'll miss you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7338391754378663770?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7338391754378663770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7338391754378663770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7338391754378663770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7338391754378663770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/12/lightning.html' title='Lightning.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1276639863774634132</id><published>2009-12-20T23:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:18:17.475+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My day at Bruny island.</title><content type='html'>Edit: I've now added pictures around the time I took them, or where they're relevant. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Today I had lunch at Bruny island, with Luke and his Nanna for Luke's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm went off at 9am, but I was somehow awake before it went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed some clothes, brushed my teeth, washed my hair, got dressed and my Dad took me into town at 10:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited in town for about 10 minutes before Luke's Nan met us. She bought her dog Sheeba along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove from town, to Kettering (I think that's what its called) along the way seeing a lot of beauty of Tasmania. We also drove past some cows and sheep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the where we catch the ferry. We had to wait a little while, so we went into the shop. Luke bought be a 150g packet of fresh raspberries for $6.50. They were so delicious! They taste so much better fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around outside a little I took a photo or two, then the ferry arrived, so we got back in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374310475116_583400116_10097481_3333179_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374310480116_583400116_10097482_5938859_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374310500116_583400116_10097483_4884743_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got onto the ferry, we were on top, so when it had taken off Luke and I got out and watched the water, and other scenery as we went to Bruny island. I took some photos, it was beautiful. And cold, I had forgotten my jacket though! But it was an experience I didn't want to spend sitting in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11435_374310515116_583400116_10097484_4192901_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11435_374310535116_583400116_10097486_3966473_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374310560116_583400116_10097489_5545856_n.jpg" alt="" width="483" height="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in about 15 minutes, we were on Bruny Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruny Island is such a beautiful place, it has a lot of trees, and is quite bush like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down a road, and then down a dirt road. We stopped by the Studio Luke's Nan owns. Its quite small, but big enough for 2 people to live it. It was very nice in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374314980116_583400116_10097538_5515420_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a porch type area at the end of the house that has a lake underneath it. The water was brown, but that didn't stop Sheeba from jumping right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11435_374310570116_583400116_10097490_3339056_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11435_374310575116_583400116_10097491_7214005_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom there has 3 walls and a window. The window is the 4th wall. They have curtains so you can have privacy! But if they were open, (not that anyone else is very close) people could see right in! Luke said its beautiful to shower at night, as the moonlight comes in through the window, and the shower is good as it's rainwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended going on a very mini hike (ok, just a small walk really) down a small path to a beach area where they have some chairs, and a little place for a fire to set up. They also have a little row boat. Oh, did I mention I was wearing High Heel boots? It was kind of hard walking down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking down the path Luke found a small, single flower growing. It was purple. I took a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also one of the neighbours dog (Dodge) was also following us around. We threw some sticks for them to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374314985116_583400116_10097539_7231163_n.jpg" alt="" width="483" height="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back up which was easier than going down. And got back in the car. Luke sat in the back this time since Sheeba was wet, and I didn't want to get wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11435_374314990116_583400116_10097540_104957_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the resturaunt called Bish. We got there around 2pm. We ordered our food, but it took so long to come! Good thing I had the raspberries earlier to keep me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the smoked salmon, spinach, and fetta pizza. It was nice! I also had a glass of bubbly, but don't really like wine or champagne so I ended up giving it to Luke. I just drank water the rest of the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11435_374314995116_583400116_10097541_3281944_n.jpg" alt="" width="483" height="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke's Nan (Margret) ordered a pizza too, but a different one. (And by pizza, I mean small enough for just one person). Luke had a chicken fillet burger, with chips on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374315015116_583400116_10097544_3231227_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs027.snc3/11435_374315020116_583400116_10097545_7952405_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also 2 guys with guitars playing some nice background music. It was a very nice atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with lunch Luke and I had a slice of raspberry cheesecake. It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" title="Bruny" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs007.snc3/11435_374314440116_583400116_10097536_7942849_n.jpg" alt="" width="604" height="483" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had finished eating we drove back to the ferry, and were lucky enough to get on straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we were in the bottom. We stayed in the car this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining in on me on the drive home. I was quite tired, I think I may have even fallen asleep once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home around 4pm. And after the big day I ended up falling asleep at 6pm! Although I woke up at around 1/4 to 10pm and decided to check some things online, on my phone. And now its 11:24pm and I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an amazing experience, I had such a wonderful day. It was just what I needed! It was almost like a mini holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most certainly look forward to going again, when ever that may be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think its time for me to try and go back to sleep now. Goodnight! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1276639863774634132?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1276639863774634132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1276639863774634132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1276639863774634132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1276639863774634132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-day-at-bruny-island.html' title='My day at Bruny island.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-9148358963629315291</id><published>2009-12-17T23:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:23:22.541+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming.</title><content type='html'>It's Luke's birthday in 2 days. He'll be 18. he doesn't really see it as a big deal though. I guess it's not really. my 18th wasn't that exciting, or a big deal really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is so close! Only 8 days away! I love Christmas, this year on Christmas Eve I'll be having lunch with my Mum. And for Christmas day I'll be going to my Aunties (on my dad's side) place. I love it at my Aunties, I think this year my Mum is also coming, so I'll have all my sisters and both parents there! Also, my boyfriend, my sisters boyfriend, and my ex-step brother will be going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-9148358963629315291?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/9148358963629315291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=9148358963629315291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9148358963629315291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9148358963629315291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-839231844054677710</id><published>2009-12-15T12:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:26:52.362+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Sean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Last night I went through a lot of old old blog enrties on my myspace blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;The blogs start from 2006, when I was with Daniel. I blogged about him when we broke up, all heart broken and stuff. And talked about other guys I liked and had crushes on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;One of the guys I liked was a guy named Sean. We met online through other people. I had a crush on him but never told him. I wasn’t after a boyfriend. But I used to flirt with him a lot. And I may be wrong but I’m pretty sure he flirted with me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I loved talking to him online, he made me smile, and it was nothing more than innocent flirting. No complicated feelings getting in the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Then one day he got a girlfriend. And he just stopped talking to me. It sucked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I wonder if his girlfriend wanted him to stop talking to me, or if he kinda new I liked him and just wanted to stop talking to me. I’ll never know. Maybe he just didn’t want to be my friend anymore, and it was just a coincidence that he got a girlfriend at the time. Maybe he got too busy. Who knows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Anyway last night I fell asleep with all these memories going around my head. And I ended up dreaming of Sean. I can’t remember much, but we were together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Maybe I should try and get in contact with him again…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-839231844054677710?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/839231844054677710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=839231844054677710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/839231844054677710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/839231844054677710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreaming-of-sean.html' title='Dreaming of Sean.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-760443497846570204</id><published>2009-12-12T09:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:27:51.062+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicity hurt her hip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Last night I had recently went to bed when my Dad came in and told me my sister had falled in the bath and hurt her hip. She was apparently in a lot of pain and my parents were afraid she had broken her hip or something, so they called an ambulance. I ended up falling asleep.  I woke up this morning not knowing weather she was in hospital, or what and it was 6am and most people in my family were asleep. I ended up looking in the loungroom and there Felicity is. Zane and Zara were also in the room. Felicity was asleep so I asked what had happened.  Apparently the ambulance came, checked her out and told her if she bleeds 'down there' she should go see a doctor. I guess by that they don't mean 'if you get your period'.  I'm guessing it cause since she fell she could be bleeding internally.  I'm just glad she didn't hurt herself too bad, and I hope she gets better quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-760443497846570204?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/760443497846570204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=760443497846570204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/760443497846570204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/760443497846570204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/12/felicity-hurt-her-hip.html' title='Felicity hurt her hip.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-327493837605754075</id><published>2009-11-23T23:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:33:38.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Taylor Swift steal from Saving Jane?</title><content type='html'>While playing The Sims 2 the other night I was making a custom station. Going through all the songs I noticed some had artist names next to them. So I thought I'd check out the engligh lyrics for "Girl next Door" by Saving Jane, since I'd only heard it in simlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I found them I noticed they sound very similar to "You belong with Me" by Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I showed my boyfried this he just said (something along the lines of) "The subject matter of the song is very popular/cliché for a teenage girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to look up the song on youtube so I could actually hear it in english, and it seems people thought the same as me, for a lot of the comments mentioned the similarities to "You belong with me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a google search "taylor swift copies saving jane" and a few things came up, mainly people asking questions about it on Yahoo answers. Also another person blogged about it which you can view &lt;a href="http://thatspellergirl.wordpress.com/2009/07/22/taylor-swift-vs-saving-jane/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you some of the lyrics to both of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving Jane, Girl Next Door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sitting in the stands"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift, You Belong with Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not saving Taylor did STEAL the lyrics, but they are awfully similar. If I was the one who wrote "Girl Next Door" and heard the lyrics for "You belong with me" I sure wouldn't be happy with how similar it was to my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like my boyfriend said, it is a very typical teenage girl clichéd thing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Taylor has a song called "I'd Lie" And the chorus tune is the same as the chorus in "Girl Next Door"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Saving Jane's "Girl next Door".&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNGyS_v6DiA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNGyS_v6DiA&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Here's "I'd Lie"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/haKvSEX2PtI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/haKvSEX2PtI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Has Taylor stolen from a lesser known band? Or do you think it's just a coincidence?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;I'm starting to think it's too much of a coincidence...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-327493837605754075?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/327493837605754075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=327493837605754075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/327493837605754075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/327493837605754075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-taylor-swift-steal-from-saving-jane.html' title='Did Taylor Swift steal from Saving Jane?'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6189252189776899605</id><published>2009-11-09T21:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:37:14.580+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Prayer of Repentance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and seek your direction and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil good," but that's exactly what we've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and inverted our values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We confess that we have ridiculed the absolute truth of your Word and called it moral pluralism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have worshipped other gods and called it multiculturalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have endorsed perversion and called it an alternative lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have neglected the needy and called it self-preservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have killed our unborn and called it choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have abused power and called it political savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have coveted our neighbors' possessions and called it ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search us O God and know our hearts today; try us and see if there be some wicked way in us; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide and bless these men and women who have been sent here by the people of Kansas, and who have been ordained by you, to govern this great state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant them your wisdom to rule and may their decisions direct us to the center of your will. I ask it in the name of your son, the living savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6189252189776899605?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6189252189776899605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6189252189776899605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6189252189776899605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6189252189776899605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-of-repentance.html' title='Prayer of Repentance.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2160565995668093551</id><published>2009-02-08T22:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:14:25.891+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Not tired, but should be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;When I woke up this morning I wasn't exactly full on "I'm tired I want to go back to sleep just 5 more minutes.But I did feel like I could go back to sleep easily. So I though by tonight when I went to bed I'd be tired, and go to sleep easily.  But nooo, my body has to be diifficult. It's 10:27PM which is fairly late, but I just can't sleep. I got up at 7am! Maybe after getting some proper nights sleep, and starting to get into a routine my body isn't needing to sleep 12 hours like I usually do.  Yes, 12 hours! What can I say? I like sleeping!  I've ALWAYS had trouble sleeping, but it seems I have finally gotten into a normal routine. I am going to be so upset with myself if I mess this up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2160565995668093551?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2160565995668093551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2160565995668093551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2160565995668093551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2160565995668093551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-tired-but-should-be.html' title='Not tired, but should be.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6655250221747726098</id><published>2009-01-31T12:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:49:34.862+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sims 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My aspirations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Originally posted on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.sims99.com/forum/blog.php?b=974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We all have wants and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Sims have aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want to become famous, some people want to become singers, or be in a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want to act in movies, or on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people want to be doctors, lawyers, directors, comedians - The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me? Well, my dream isn't very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something that millions of women do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say if I was a sim, I'd have the Family aspiration because all I dream of doing is having a family of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... That seems like a stupid dream because it's what a lot of people do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will I aspire for once I have a family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6655250221747726098?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6655250221747726098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6655250221747726098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6655250221747726098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6655250221747726098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-aspirations.html' title='My aspirations.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-9022434728357692125</id><published>2009-01-29T23:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:35:26.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Me Into The Rubber Motel, I'm Officially Fuct Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went to paul's house today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am being serious I was scared..lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't quite know why I was scared, I guess its my anxiety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My heart was beating so fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His house is nice, if/when mum gets a house, I hope its as nice as Paul's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, maybe, I could steal his house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That would be cool, I don't really want to live with Nan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I met Waffle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so shy, I hardly said a word around him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus I didn't know what to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it was cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took photo's of him and Paul, I took this awesome picture of Waffle, its in my pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Comment my pictures! =P]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is this picture of Paul, when he was younger at his house. Its so cute!, I was thinking of stealing it, but I didn't get the chance to lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also walked to Waffles house, Gahh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so unfit! I was out of breath! =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had fun today! I did not want to leave! But I had to=[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cut my fringe today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its uneven lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to get off the computer in like 5 minutes... how ghey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm going to be bored! =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't want school to start up =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not even sure wtf i'm doing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my teacher hasn't been in contact with me, so Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm thinking she will soon though, and if not, oh well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No school for me =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The computer chair at Paul's house is so nice! mines liek rock hard, his is so nice I could fall asleep on it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've slept on stranger things, once I layed on my friend, and i feel asleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And he didn't even mind!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he just left me there! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, well, anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I only had 4 hours sleep today! =|&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I usually have to have more! lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I slept from 11am, til 3pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the only reason I got up at 3, was my dad woke me up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe I should try get some sleep?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pfft, Idk what for, not like I have a reason to get up in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unless I actually make plans, but there's nothing exciting to do in Tasmania!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone save me from Boredom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gahh! End of Blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ti Amo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[only to my friends]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and if you read this, you deserve a hug!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*hugs* ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love Jessy xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-9022434728357692125?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/9022434728357692125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=9022434728357692125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9022434728357692125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9022434728357692125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-me-into-rubber-motel-im-officially.html' title='Book Me Into The Rubber Motel, I&apos;m Officially Fuct Up'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7468317260916635339</id><published>2009-01-19T05:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:22:29.240+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings.</title><content type='html'>I love piercings. I have a few of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my eyebrow, my nose, and my lip pierced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 9 in my left ear and 5 in my right ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to get my nose and eyebrow repierced because my eyebrow grew out, and I accidentally ripped out my nosering and lost it, so it closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had my belly button, and another in my right ear. They both grew out though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them, and I want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... I am a Christian. Are Piercings bad...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to do some research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotquestions.org/tattoos-sin.html"&gt;http://www.gotquestions.org/tattoos-sin.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think there is a 'Yes' or 'No' answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like my piercings are a part of me. I don't want to give them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as a Christian, maybe I will have to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. I am going to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is, I will feel awfully lost without my piercings. I woul feel like I lost a apart of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we do have to make sacrifices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when you're a Christian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7468317260916635339?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7468317260916635339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7468317260916635339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7468317260916635339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7468317260916635339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/01/piercings.html' title='Piercings.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6066266334546309590</id><published>2009-01-14T10:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:38:07.091+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink hair.</title><content type='html'>Bah, I need to blog here more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would, but no one reads them, and if they do, they don't comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't mind too much, I like writing, and it's nice to look back and see how I used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dyed my hair last night and took some photos today;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa287/jessicakarli/Jessica/PIC_7216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa287/jessicakarli/Jessica/PIC_7216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa287/jessicakarli/Jessica/PIC_7211.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa287/jessicakarli/Jessica/PIC_7210.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa287/jessicakarli/Jessica/PIC_7209.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I already had bleach blond hair from a while ago, so you can see my regrowth from that, the pink didn't work on it at all, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6066266334546309590?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6066266334546309590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6066266334546309590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6066266334546309590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6066266334546309590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-hair.html' title='Pink hair.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa287/jessicakarli/Jessica/th_PIC_7216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6890424914718235122</id><published>2008-10-22T06:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:33:41.129+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel restless knowing you're breathless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imorial.com/WarrenScoles/" target="_blank"&gt;Warren Scoles&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy 19Th birthday friend, if only you were here to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, just is not the same without you, and I still can't believe- don't want to believe that you're gone, and I'll never see your beautiful smiling face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I was only a new friend, but you didn't give me enough time to become anything else, I needed just some more time with you, I want some more time with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even, don't want to imagine how your close friends and family feel, because what I feel is bad enough, and I'm sure it's 100X worse for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days until it's been a full year since you breathed your last breath, oh Warren, if only my tears could bring you back, because I've cried enough already... And I still cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope I see you again, because I need to know you're alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't say goodbye, because I don't want to let go of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest In Peace. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6890424914718235122?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6890424914718235122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6890424914718235122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6890424914718235122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6890424914718235122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-restless-knowing-youre.html' title='I feel restless knowing you&apos;re breathless...'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4081932509422676835</id><published>2008-10-13T21:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:14:16.425+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye purple hair...!</title><content type='html'>It's my sisters 16th birthday today. :)&lt;br /&gt;i remember turning 16. I was supposed to have a party, but no one could come to it got cancelled. Plus I had hardly anyone to invite. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://au.youtube.com/davedays"&gt;http://au.youtube.com/davedays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out his videos, they're addicting... Well, to me anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pretty cute, and I like his covers. I'm listening to them now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleached by hair blonde again. :D It looks pretty good actually. Nice and almost white. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm really hungry, I'm waiting for tea... It's 10pm, we should have ad tea by now!! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I put on some make up today, but without mascara and foundation, and I feel pretty. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else has happened, pretty boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4081932509422676835?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4081932509422676835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4081932509422676835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4081932509422676835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4081932509422676835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-purple-hair.html' title='Goodbye purple hair...!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8389348064575522004</id><published>2008-10-12T02:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:08:19.020+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity crisis.</title><content type='html'>Growing up I was always a bit of a tomboy. I've always felt more comfortable in jeans and a top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older I have mixed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;My main clothing is black jeans, with whatever clean top I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where I want to wear more feminine clothes, but I can never find ones I like. Or, I don't feel comfortable in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is quite short now, but when it was longer I would always have it down. Never do anything with it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only make up I would wear is eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't feel like a girl, and I want to. I wouldn't say I'm a girly-girl at all, but I'm not a tom boy either. I feel somewhat confused, and unsure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought some lipstick, eyeshadow, and lip gloss. I decided to try it on when my sister Felicity said I should try foundation. I've tried it before, and didn't like it but since I was putting on other make up decided to give it ago again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pale, but she had the lightest foundation anyway... But it was still too dark for my sun deprived skin. My face had an obvious orange tinge. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister Jacqueline said I should try her mascara on since I had pretty much everything else on. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my make up on I felt fine, but with theirs I felt wrong, and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt wrong with so much make up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the person I am, and the person I want to be are different. I feel lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8389348064575522004?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8389348064575522004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8389348064575522004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8389348064575522004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8389348064575522004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/10/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity crisis.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2019728774217222425</id><published>2008-10-09T17:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:24:35.047+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Karli Movies.</title><content type='html'>I made myself a website to show my movies.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/jessicakarlimovies/"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/jessicakarlimovies/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging here much latly, because I haven't really had a reason to.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm going to start blogging more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my other blog at Sims99.com;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sims99.com/forum/blog.php?u=7276"&gt;Jessica Karli &lt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty tired, I got up around 2am. It's 17:24 now. *Yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2019728774217222425?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2019728774217222425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2019728774217222425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2019728774217222425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2019728774217222425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/10/jessica-karli-movies.html' title='Jessica Karli Movies.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-240631638628398471</id><published>2008-09-02T18:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:19:22.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I won't kill myself.</title><content type='html'>I've thought about killing myself before. I mean, who hasn't? How would I do it? Maybe swallow a whole bunch of pills? Cut my wrist? Cut my throat? Maybe I could jump off... no, that sounds scary... I'd probably go with the OD. So anyway, I've thought about it, but I could not see myself committing suicide. Whenever I hear about someone that kills themself I am always left asking myself "Why? I wish I knew Why I wish I knew what was going through that persons head the last 24hours they were alive." I sadly have known someone who killed himself. His name is Warren, he hung himself around his 18Th birthday. I hardly knew him yet it shook my world. I cried for days on end. I was so sad, he was so young. And I would never see him again. Thinking about it is making me cry right now. I just can't understand HOW someone can do it to themselves. Sure in some circumstances I can understand, but not most. Not Warrens case either, no one knows why he did it, which makes it sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't kill myself because&lt;br /&gt;A) I like knowing what's happening in this world, and don't like the fact that stuff will go on when I'm gone. That may sound silly but it's true. I couldn't kill myself, I'd miss so many things! My sisters growing up, Me growing up! Marriage, Sex, pregnancy, being a mother! All things I want to do when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;B) I once said "I would rather put up with the pain of this world, than make my loved ones go through the pain of my suicide." I couldn't do hat to my family.&lt;br /&gt;C) I am a Christian, and rely a lot on God, which gives me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.ok, so there was this one time I OD'd. But it wasn't a suicide attempt. I'll explain.I got my heart broken, and it was worse than I imagined. I was just constantly in physical pain, and always crying. Everything gave me a reason to be sad. I had some sleeping tablets and in desperation and depression I swallowed them all. 3 hours later an Ambulance driver woke me up and took me to hospital where I spent the night. I ended up having to go to counseling. I didn't want to die when I took them, but at the time I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I think suicide and murder make lifes unfinished, and how sad is an unfinished life. How sad is it when someone is going through that much pain, death seems like the only answer. I wish I could save everyone who has commited suicide, but I can't. I wish I could go back in time and save Warren, but sadly I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cry*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-240631638628398471?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/240631638628398471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=240631638628398471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/240631638628398471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/240631638628398471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-wont-kill-myself.html' title='Why I won&apos;t kill myself.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5429340752901312924</id><published>2008-08-25T06:06:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:09:24.288+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing... Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I thought I'd let you guys get to know me a bit more. I've decided to post some pictures of myself and write a bit about the pic and such. Well, I hope you enjoy getting to know me a bit more! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Smile" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_62e2552a657268f7e8d07426def50971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a professionally taken picture of me when I was 12, 13 or 14. I can't quite remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_e1e966fa866a6d7cdc192783f596856d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, this picture I took of myself because I was bored. I seen the textas on the couch next to me and thought 'Hey! I'll put them on my head!' Yeah, I know I'm cool. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Cool" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/cool.gif" border="0" /&gt; Actually, a lot of people like this picture of me. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_11772e39cedaecae4e7a424718cb2d18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few people have told me I look like Emily Perkins as 'B' a character she plays in 'Ginger Snaps. Which I think is AWESOME because GS is one of my favourite movies, and Brigitte is my fave character in the movie. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Wink" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_2be521b884c261f95431789a0da4f9ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took this picture to get a pic of me and my boy friend together. But he looked bad in it, and I think I look good here. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Smile" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt; So I cut him out of it LOL &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_aa9fae75668a763e98f562c4d094d693.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, this is me posing and being a model. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt; I edited it myself, sadly I am lacking in editing skills. (10 points if you can tell me what's written on my hand!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_7e3a90d76007fd2ca5ed172b8c294209.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, more of my crappy editing. I put on my little sisters tiara cause, I'm a princess, that's what i do, duh. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Wink" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_fc3267cf42a0cfcb7091d8bc8411cc8c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is me and my beloved Kitten Bunnii. Sadly she's gone now. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Sad" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt; But, now I have a new kitty named Fudge. And though I love Fudge very much, he'll never replace Bunnii. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_85a4db6aa481b6a9d8758d45b35fef6d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what happens when I get bored... I put on tons of make up and take pictures of myself! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Rolling Eyes" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/rolleyes.gif" border="0" /&gt; I'm so Goth LOL. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_faa4201fb7add9470926bea46da8b748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do I look like I have no top on here? Haha I do, the straps are behind my hair. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt; Look at my chin PIMPLE yeah, I'm a real person. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Shock" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/shock.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_7cfbf8a49106c31cd105d87bf3f52aaf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't edit my eye colour in these pictures (I don't know how to LOL) but they look green in one pic, and blue in the other...! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Confused" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt; I think I look pretty in the Sepia picture. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Wink" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_c7c5fc3b4f04150bb9ee29d65e090057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dyed my hair red. I think it's pretty, but not the colour I wanted it to go. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Sad" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_28db99c396d97f4bcd2bb2effc811fc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I dyed it black and pink! Too bad the pink faded really fast and left an orangy colour. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Confused" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt; Snakebites also. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Smile" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_17800612085da507bcc574691202e17f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I then dyed my hair blonde. Unfortunetly Black and blond make an orangy colour that I did not like. I had to dye my hair blonde a few more times until I got the look I wanted. But it still wasn't *exactly* how I wanted it. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Sad" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_bd304e4cd11364f13e010ce7395e695c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blonde hair, awesome liprings, eyeliner from lastnight. Yeah, I like this picture. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Wink" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_69266de5622a56214f0a84c20991e70a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I put more black underneath my hair. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt; ANd I gots a new hat which I wanted to show off. I wish I knew where that hat is... &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Confused" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_b1cc291a402823237597b74be1dba8ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is me and my boyfriend Luke. We've been together since 29 August 2007. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Smile" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_4479d99dcd2159d0ad0364bf11d8c6da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Jacqueline (My sister) and myself. Have you ever got the urge to shave your head? Well, I have! So I decided to shave it for the worlds greatest shave. Basically people sponsor you to shave your head for The Leukaemia Foundation. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Smile" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt; That's my Natural hair colour! It took a while to get used to, I'd look in the mirror and get a shock! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt; But I have not regretted doing it, I think it's an experience everyone should do in their life. I also done it in march (This year) And so it was cold since it was Autumn. I still have my ponytail I cut off somewhere around here LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_312661ee60a2742368a5a3c28b08a865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's me and Fudge! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Cool" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/cool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_a0a52e46da3c88930c844e7636225b4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My hair FINALLY started to grow back, so I dyed it blonde again! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm216/Jessica_karli/l_e27949672854640d62fa8e014bfdac0e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then I dyed it PURPLE!! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="biggrin" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/biggrin.gif" border="0" /&gt; Excuse the hairstyle, I just got out of bed. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Rolling Eyes" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/rolleyes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Basically that's the latest picture of me. I should get a better one, because the latest one of me kinda sucks. So, I hope you learned a bit about me, like how I always change my hair. And my piercings are also always changing. &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Laughing" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt; I hope you enjoyed getting to know me! &lt;img class="inlineimg" title="Smile" alt="" src="http://www.sims99.com/forum/images/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5429340752901312924?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5429340752901312924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5429340752901312924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5429340752901312924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5429340752901312924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/08/introducing-me.html' title='Introducing... Me!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-574664492393760859</id><published>2008-08-20T15:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:51:29.552+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been on for a while. Just haven't felt like blogging much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you an update of things that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ths first big thing I can remember is My Great Grandmother Joyce "Nan Moo" Hunt died August 12. Her funeral was last Monday (18 August) May she Rest in peace, finally getting to see her Husband again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I told you, but Mum got her own house finally. This place is livable again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually using the computer in the loungeroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much else has happened, My life is pretty boring. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Hunt 24 September 1926-12 August 2008. R.I.P Nanny Moo. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-574664492393760859?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/574664492393760859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=574664492393760859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/574664492393760859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/574664492393760859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4983871537455636183</id><published>2008-07-25T10:32:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:40:40.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercing number...17!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I got pierced. :D I got my eyebrow AND my nose pierced! :D&lt;br /&gt;I feel like me again! When my eyebrow grew out the first time I was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like me. :) Together it cost $100. (I now owe Mum $40.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little kids love my hair! Well, Others do as well, but little kids don't mind pointing and laughing (in a good way,) or saying "Purple hair! Mummy look!" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a few adults tell me they like it. One lady even came up to me and touched my hair... O_o But it's all good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having purple hair, people just look at you. You definitely get noticed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the doctors today to get a needle that prevents cervical cancer, or something. I don't mind needles, If I did I wouldn't have many piercings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 17 piercings now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4983871537455636183?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4983871537455636183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4983871537455636183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4983871537455636183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4983871537455636183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/piercing-number17.html' title='Piercing number...17!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7990261666748070459</id><published>2008-07-24T07:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:47:41.491+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercings'/><title type='text'>Numb hands, good teeth, new piercing...?</title><content type='html'>It's 7:43Am and I just went and rode on my bike. It's winter, and it's damn &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My hands went numb! I didn't ride for very long though. it was just too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Pulse today. I get some time with Matthew. He works with music. :D&lt;br /&gt;So that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist yesterday. My teeth are all good. They're just going to put something on my teeth to prevent cavities or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hopefully be getting a piercing today... I'll surprise you and tell you what I get if I get it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Karli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7990261666748070459?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7990261666748070459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7990261666748070459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7990261666748070459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7990261666748070459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/numb-hands-good-teeth-new-piercing.html' title='Numb hands, good teeth, new piercing...?'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5058397916333613377</id><published>2008-07-23T05:14:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:17:18.246+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fudge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueberry hill'/><title type='text'>Picture of purple hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/SIYxxLm1GEI/AAAAAAAAABA/kMCynsWyp24/s1600-h/Jessy+purple+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225919138609043522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/SIYxxLm1GEI/AAAAAAAAABA/kMCynsWyp24/s320/Jessy+purple+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taken on my sisters phone so it's not a very good picture. I'm also in my Pjs! And I have bed hair since I only just got out of bed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5058397916333613377?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5058397916333613377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5058397916333613377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5058397916333613377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5058397916333613377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-of-purple-hair.html' title='Picture of purple hair!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/SIYxxLm1GEI/AAAAAAAAABA/kMCynsWyp24/s72-c/Jessy+purple+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8324235413493010270</id><published>2008-07-18T21:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:36:06.266+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la porchetta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cut wrists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pineapple pizza'/><title type='text'>Pineapple pizza... Yum!</title><content type='html'>I'M PISSED OFF! I JUST WROTE A PRETTY LONG BLOG AND I INSTALLED GOOGLE TOOLBAR AND IT CLOSED IT BEFORE I COULD POST IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a little girl pointed and giggled at my hair and said "It's purple hair hehe." It was cute and it made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is picking up my sister who put herself in hospital by cutting her wrists. Something about to do with my cousin. I don't know much details yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to La porchetta with Stuart. it's this great Italian restaurant. I had pineapple pizza (Hawaiian pizza) With Iced chocolate. And this for desert "Bacio Bon Bon Creamy bacio (a blend of chocolate and hazelnut gelato),with cocoa syrup centre, coated in chocolate and garnished with meringue sprinkles." It was quite nice, but the description made it seem nicer than what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen Alien vs Predator 2 with Luke. I didn't like it much, not my thing. But Luke liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all from me today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Karli. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8324235413493010270?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8324235413493010270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8324235413493010270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8324235413493010270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8324235413493010270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/pineapple-pizza-yum.html' title='Pineapple pizza... Yum!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2053533970522874926</id><published>2008-07-16T00:28:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:01:00.597+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night elf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Medic Droid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple hair'/><title type='text'>I'm constantly on a down, and I'm tired of waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I tried taking photo's of my hair, but it looked black/dark blue. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/SHy2ViWo8bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BvJ1hwJJx48/s1600-h/nightelfcin2-800x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250148958204338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/SHy2ViWo8bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BvJ1hwJJx48/s320/nightelfcin2-800x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The colour of the night elf's hair in that picture, is the colour of my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250491944119426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/SHy2pgE2rII/AAAAAAAAAA4/kjgUsjj7H54/s320/t_14847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is the colour of Blueberry hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, that's the colour of my hair!&lt;br /&gt;But for some weird reason it looks blue in pictures. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I bleached my hair so it would really stick and be bright. It worked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have bleach still, and since my hair is so short I still had some fudge left over. So I bleached Faith (My 8 year old sister) and Jayde's (My 10 year old sister) fringe (aka bangs) and put fudge at the bottom of the fringe. So their fringes are blond with purple tips. I didn't ask Mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Nan wasn't happy, and either was my Mum, but oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to my psychologist tomorrow (Well, it's after midnight, so today.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've seen her once, and she is very nice. I might get some hypnotherapy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll tell you how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, I'll be going out for dinner with a friend. Stuart, he's kind of a Grandpa/father figure. He's old enough to be my grandfather, but he is still my friend. Him and his wife Sue. I've known them for a few years now. they've helped me through some of the crap in my life. I'm very thankful for having them in my life. I don't get to see them much though, which is unfortunate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum is looking at houses. I hope she gets one. She's looking at one which is just down the road to my Dads house. Which would be awesome, because then I could just walk to her house. It will also be good so then all her stuff will be out of this house. There are boxes everywhere. It's crowded and it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jayde has the back of her stud stuck in her ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, it had somehow got inside the hole, and was stuck in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was screaming when Mum pulled it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took a while for her to get it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She now has sleepers in her ear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I should go now. Time for bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodnight. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Check out my sisters blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacqueline-emma.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jacqueline-emma.blogspot.com/&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/6166966170260390924-2053533970522874926?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2053533970522874926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2053533970522874926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2053533970522874926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2053533970522874926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-constantly-on-down-and-im-tired-of.html' title='I&apos;m constantly on a down, and I&apos;m tired of waiting.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/SHy2ViWo8bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BvJ1hwJJx48/s72-c/nightelfcin2-800x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8686146945502028114</id><published>2008-07-12T10:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:09:03.812+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Hair!</title><content type='html'>I have purple hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;I bleached it blonde first then put fudge (A brand of hair products) in. The colour is called "Blueberry hill."&lt;br /&gt;It's really purple! My fingers are also purple! xD&lt;br /&gt;I like my hair, it's awesome! xD&lt;br /&gt;When I have a picture, I'll post it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8686146945502028114?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8686146945502028114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8686146945502028114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8686146945502028114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8686146945502028114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/purple-hair.html' title='Purple Hair!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3310390957185330385</id><published>2008-07-11T07:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:26:44.322+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lights are on in the dance floor's wing, but you're too busy following the crowd.</title><content type='html'>Jim Sturgess was in my dream last night. But he wasn't famous. He was a just a guy I knew, and was like, in love with. :) He was also chubby, which he isn't in real life. But in the end he ended up rejecting me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Thursday. Luke and I are going out with his family on Saturday, we didn't go out yesterday. For some reason he thought yesterday was Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just stayed at home and did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I need something to do, my life is so boring. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3310390957185330385?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3310390957185330385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3310390957185330385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3310390957185330385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3310390957185330385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/lights-are-on-in-dance-floors-wing-but.html' title='The Lights are on in the dance floor&apos;s wing, but you&apos;re too busy following the crowd.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2639099134014550864</id><published>2008-07-10T03:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:48:52.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thnks fr th mmrs.</title><content type='html'>I'm going out today for a lunch with Luke's family.&lt;br /&gt;I really love how I am included in family events.&lt;br /&gt;So that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asleep in bed when my sisters came in.&lt;br /&gt;They sort of woke me up, and said "Someone's here that you haven't seen in a long time."&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes slightly to see my cousin Andrew, I haven't seen him since I was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;But since I just woke up I was all dazed and confused, and they eneded up leaving.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters could've at least woken me up &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; they introduced us again.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2639099134014550864?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2639099134014550864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2639099134014550864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2639099134014550864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2639099134014550864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/thnks-fr-th-mmrs.html' title='Thnks fr th mmrs.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5983814025825130733</id><published>2008-07-10T03:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:34:29.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't want to live here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't wait until I'm 18, then maybe people will &lt;em&gt;let me be&lt;/em&gt;, and live &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;own&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish I could just &lt;em&gt;fast forward&lt;/em&gt; until I'm 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really wish I could fix my sleeping. I hate it. I have tired &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; hard to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't think people realise how hard it is on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't think they realise how much I want, and try to change it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am just &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5983814025825130733?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5983814025825130733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5983814025825130733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5983814025825130733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5983814025825130733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-so-sick.html' title='I&apos;m So Sick.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4486475840416728567</id><published>2008-07-03T17:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:15:39.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty; Jessica Karli.</title><content type='html'>Sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;For the whole world to see&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;In a slumber so deep&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4486475840416728567?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4486475840416728567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4486475840416728567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4486475840416728567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4486475840416728567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleeping-beauty-jessica-karli.html' title='Sleeping Beauty; Jessica Karli.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7923151058888485240</id><published>2008-07-03T16:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:40:40.445+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream, is a wish your heart makes.</title><content type='html'>I have very interesting dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Last night/this morning I dreamt a lot of things, some of which I'm not going to write!&lt;br /&gt;But some of my dream had some sort of story line.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit fuzzy, but I'm going to tell you what I think happened in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things happen and I don't quite know what happened, so I'll say what I &lt;u&gt;think &lt;/u&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a girl names Amethystine. Actually she was a night elf. &lt;/em&gt;(I must be playing too much World of Warcraft!) &lt;em&gt;She lived in a big house and had her own personal servant. She always wondered why she lived there. Her servant kept telling her she was "chosen." Amethystine didn't know how she was chosen. She lived with some other people but I didn't get to see them. She never knew her parents. Then one night Amethystine had a vision. She was back in time, sitting there with such a handsome man. He was muscular, tanned, and had blonde hair. They started kissing... Then it went all fuzzy... And next thing She's crying at her servant, who looks much younger. "The baby belongs to us" she said to Amethystine, in the vision. When Amethystine woke from the vision, she realized, they were her parents, and that is how she was "chosen." For what she was chosen for? That's another story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically that was my dream. Except &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was Amethystine. Amethystine is actually one of my characters on WoW. She's a Druid Night elf.  Interesting, dreams are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jessica karli.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7923151058888485240?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7923151058888485240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7923151058888485240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7923151058888485240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7923151058888485240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title='A dream, is a wish your heart makes.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2528856885514137520</id><published>2008-07-02T23:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:34:17.528+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore Faith.</title><content type='html'>I have a Google page that i'd like for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tr_pseudo-link" id="tr_site-url" onclick="TR_execViewLive('');" href="http://hxcfaith.googlepages.com/"&gt;http://hxcfaith.googlepages.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like, good at making websites or anything so I hope it's ok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a &lt;a href="http://gaiaonline.com/"&gt;Gaia Online&lt;/a&gt; Guild Named the same thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/index.php?gmode=index&amp;amp;guild_id=56101"&gt;Hardcore Faith&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Karli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2528856885514137520?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2528856885514137520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2528856885514137520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2528856885514137520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2528856885514137520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/hardcore-faith.html' title='Hardcore Faith.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8263585508709664475</id><published>2008-07-02T21:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:14:36.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay.</title><content type='html'>My Dad let me make him an Ebay account which he said I could use.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit 'scared' to bid because I don't want to mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;I can only use money order at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;And since it isn't MY account I don't want to do something wrong, and then he get in trouble for it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesica Karli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8263585508709664475?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8263585508709664475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8263585508709664475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8263585508709664475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8263585508709664475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/ebay.html' title='Ebay.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5935870021208163599</id><published>2008-07-02T18:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:54:14.192+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Customized my blog! :)</title><content type='html'>I have finally finished customizing my page. So, how do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;I added my likes, like music and books and such.&lt;br /&gt;I kept doing something, and having to go back and fix it, it was a tad annoying!&lt;br /&gt;I added some music as well.&lt;br /&gt;I also added Myspace buttons down the bottom of the page, so if you have a myspace you can add, message, or block me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you'd like to block me, but I thought I'd add it there just in case you do want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica karli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5935870021208163599?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5935870021208163599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5935870021208163599' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5935870021208163599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5935870021208163599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/customized-my-blog.html' title='Customized my blog! :)'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4153090991941308699</id><published>2008-07-02T14:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:19:11.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnosis; Against God?</title><content type='html'>So, I've been researching Hypnosis.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see if it's against God, or not.&lt;br /&gt;So far I have found that some Christians say it's not bad, others say it is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I am to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hypnosisnetwork.com/articles/a/80/Christianity-and-Hypnosis-Answers-from-an-Academic-and-a-Minister"&gt;http://www.hypnosisnetwork.com/articles/a/80/Christianity-and-Hypnosis-Answers-from-an-Academic-and-a-Minister&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is very interesting, I am starting to believe that Hypnosis CAN be used for bad things, but it can also be used for good.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen any evidence in the bible that says it is wrong, but there was no such thing when the bible was written anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end you just have to trust the person who is to 'hypnotize' you.&lt;br /&gt;Know that they will not do anything evil with it.&lt;br /&gt;I have anxiety problems, and the Dr said it would be good to try hypnosis on me.&lt;br /&gt;Upon research I have found that it is common to use hypnosis on people with anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that people who hypnotize you will 'take control' of you mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe that someone can do that unless you let them.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I am still weary about hypnosis, I don't fully trust in it, but I am willing to give it ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Do you think it's against God/christianity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Karli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4153090991941308699?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4153090991941308699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4153090991941308699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4153090991941308699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4153090991941308699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/hypnosis-against-god.html' title='Hypnosis; Against God?'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5400305623256254896</id><published>2008-07-01T22:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:24:22.537+10:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW machinima rocks!</title><content type='html'>Today I got up at 9AM, so I could visit a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;So now I don't do college.&lt;br /&gt;Which is so good. Oh man, trying to do school work stresses me so much.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this weight has been pulled out of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I can breathe a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;The Dr talked about hypnosis... And hypnotising me.&lt;br /&gt;That kind of freaked me a bit. I mean, do you blame me for being scared?&lt;br /&gt;I want to try it, but like I said, I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Luke (My Fiance) doesn't want me to do it, but I am a curious person.&lt;br /&gt;I will usually try something out of pure curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Get Smart' today. Man, it was good!&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't want to spoil anything, I won't say much.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a scene that made me laugh out loud so hard I started crying!&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing when everyone else stopped laughing! It was so damn funny, and unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;Sure, some people won't find it funny, but I did!&lt;br /&gt;I reccomend seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen some awesome World of warcraft machinima today. Here are the link to a few really good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=aO_fynDmxq8"&gt;Everybody (Backstreet's Back) WoW Music Video!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/phrog801"&gt;Anything from this guy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more, but you'll have to find them yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got distracted, because Luke woke, up so I'll end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Karli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5400305623256254896?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5400305623256254896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5400305623256254896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5400305623256254896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5400305623256254896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-machinima-rocks.html' title='WoW machinima rocks!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3806279800764653986</id><published>2008-06-28T14:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:45:53.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, to the randoms rants of Jessica Karli!</title><content type='html'>So, this is my Blogger Blog!&lt;br /&gt;I like blogging, although I hardly have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I have blog posts on my Myspace, that you can read if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;Although, you'll have to be my friend to view them.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start off by telling you some information about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Jessica Karli. (Karli, by the way Isn't my last name. I don't like people knowing my last name.)&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17.&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Female.&lt;br /&gt;I come from Australia, born, and raised in Tasmania.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing home schooling since age 14.&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 younger sisters.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever leave my bedroom, let alone my house.&lt;br /&gt;I suffer with depression and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;Psh Bored of doing this now. ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3806279800764653986?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3806279800764653986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3806279800764653986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3806279800764653986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3806279800764653986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-randoms-rants-of-jessica.html' title='Welcome, to the randoms rants of Jessica Karli!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6931631957767380600</id><published>2008-06-27T23:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:40:52.109+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>BORED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's nothing to do on the computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I get off the computer I have nothing to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have no best friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one I can hang out with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just feel like at the moment my life is on a loading screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm just waiting for my life to load, so I can finally start enjoying myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Tuesday I am going to see a psychiatrist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I can get a mental health assessment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I am mentally unstable enough I won't have to do my college work anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate doing school work, talk about stress!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like, don't want to die or anything, but living right now seems to damn boring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is there for a 17 year old girl to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It seems like everything I want to do, I have to wait until I'm 18!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, I am 18 in 11 months, but that's ages away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What am I going to do for the rest of my 17th year of my life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BE INCREDIBLY BORED??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bummed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6931631957767380600?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6931631957767380600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6931631957767380600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6931631957767380600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6931631957767380600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored.html' title='BORED.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1474434723909519349</id><published>2008-03-16T01:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:42:54.004+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>200 questions of people who mostly don’t even like me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;200+ Questions on your Top 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name them (Odds same sex, evens opposite)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(1): Jacqueline.&lt;br /&gt;(2): Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;(3): Ammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(4): Luke.&lt;br /&gt;(5): Kayleigh.&lt;br /&gt;(6): Kasey&lt;br /&gt;(7): Josh.&lt;br /&gt;(8): Cass.&lt;br /&gt;(9): Michael.&lt;br /&gt;(10): Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Couples: good or bad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(4) and (7): HAHAHAH! No..., well, maybe... xD&lt;br /&gt;(1) and (10): xD Nah.&lt;br /&gt;(3) and (6): Lol, no.&lt;br /&gt;(2) and (5): Fer Sure... Except they’re both girls...&lt;br /&gt;(8) and (9): hahah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;(1) and (2): They’re sisters!!&lt;br /&gt;(5) and (10): Nah.&lt;br /&gt;(3) and (8): Nope.&lt;br /&gt;(7) and (6):Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: Do you have lots of photos of them?: Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;:2: Do they hate spiders?: YES!&lt;br /&gt;:3: What’s so good about their personality?: I Don’t know, she’s nice?&lt;br /&gt;:4: If they were stranded on a desert island, which band would be with them: Evanecence, or maybe just Amy Lee.&lt;br /&gt;:5: What colour’s their bedroom?: Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;:6: What did they get you for your last birthday?: I can’t remember...&lt;br /&gt;:7: Do they play an instrument?: Wants to learn guitar.&lt;br /&gt;:8: Can you read their handwriting?: Yes, fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;:9: What’s their favourite dessert?: Umm... I don’t know...&lt;br /&gt;:10: Do they wear glasses / contacts?: Supposed to!&lt;br /&gt;:11: Who is their significant other?: no one.&lt;br /&gt;:12: What’s that quirk about them that makes them so special?: Hmm, umm, I don’t know...&lt;br /&gt;:13: What do they normally wear?: Black!&lt;br /&gt;:14: Rate their hugs on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the best: 8.&lt;br /&gt;:15: Do you see this person as your sibling?: Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: Does this person have a significant other?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;:2: Is it you?: ...No.&lt;br /&gt;:3: Are most of their friends the opposite sex to them?: I think so...&lt;br /&gt;:4: What do you love most about them?: That’s a hard question...&lt;br /&gt;:5: Are they the first person you cry to?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:6: Is this person more funny or serious?: Serious.&lt;br /&gt;:7: Do they have myspace?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;:8: If they asked you to run away with them, would you?: Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;:9: Are you physically attracted to them?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:10: What smiley do they overuse on IM?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:11: Are they tanned?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:12: Do they often get drunk?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:13: Have you met their parents?: We have the same parents.&lt;br /&gt;:14: How often do you hug them?: Not very...&lt;br /&gt;:15: How far have you gone with them?: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: Have you seen this person in the past week?: Only in my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;:2: What do you think to their current hairstyle?: Umm, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:3: What was the last thing you fell out over?: Umm, Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;:4: Does this person speak before they think?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:5: How much do you tell this person?: A lot.&lt;br /&gt;:6: How did you guys become friends?: Talking.&lt;br /&gt;:7: Have they had many girl/boyfriends?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:8: Do they have ketchup with their fries?: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;:9: If they were going to dye their hair, what colour would they get?: Brown?&lt;br /&gt;:10: Do they eat soup?: probably.&lt;br /&gt;:11: Would you trust this person with your life?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:12: Can this person be aggressive?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;:13: If they had to describe you in one word, what would it be?: ’Jessy’&lt;br /&gt;:14: Do you think they’re photogenic?: Depends on teh angle.&lt;br /&gt;:15: From the opposite sex’s point of view, are they hot?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: What’s the best thing about their personality?: He’s very kind.&lt;br /&gt;:2: If they kissed you, how would you react?: I would kiss back.&lt;br /&gt;:3: What’s the last thing you did together?: Watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;:4: Have you ever felt anything more than friendship for them?: Yes, he’s my boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;:5: When they’re upset, how do they treat you?: Pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;:6: Do they have pets?: Fudge?&lt;br /&gt;:7: Can they speak any other languages than English?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:8: How old were they when you met?: 15.&lt;br /&gt;:9: What colour are they normally wearing?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:10: You guys go to dinner. Who pays?: Him.&lt;br /&gt;:11: Do they play guitar?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:12: How do their hugs rate on the 1-10 scale?: 10.&lt;br /&gt;:13: Have you ever told a lie for them?: Yeah, but only jokingly, then i tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;:14: What’s their best physicaly trait?: stomach! And Arms... =D&lt;br /&gt;:15: What’s your best memory with them?: Uhh, Valentines day! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: What song reminds you of this person?: None.&lt;br /&gt;:2: If you guys went to a gig, what band would you see?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:3: Do they drink coffee?: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;:4: What’s their favourite ice cream?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:5: Have they ever had a crush on someone on your top 10?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:6: If they had a band, where would they play?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:7: When’s their birthday?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:8: Do you love them as a friend?: I do.&lt;br /&gt;:9: What are they likely to be doing right now?: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;:10: What colour eyes do they have?: Blue?&lt;br /&gt;:11: Are they likely to fill in this survey after you?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:12: If they were famous, what would it be for?: Photography.&lt;br /&gt;:13: How long have you know each other?: Not long.&lt;br /&gt;:14: What’s their best subject?: Art?&lt;br /&gt;:15: Are they a good artist?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: Are they one of those people’s who’s ALWAYS on IM?: I wouldn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:2: Have you guys dated in the past?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:3: Would you ever consider it?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:4: Have they ever done hard drugs?: I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;:5: How often do you see them?: Never.&lt;br /&gt;:6: Have they hurt you before?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:7: Do you have a song that reminds you of them?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;:8: Have you guys ever been on a summercamp together?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:9: Under any circumstance, would you kiss them?: No don’t think so lol.&lt;br /&gt;:10: Do you think they’re hot?: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;:11: What makes them unique?: Umm, I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:12: What was the last thing you saw them eat?: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;:13: When will you next see them?: Never?&lt;br /&gt;:14: Have you ever stayed over at their house?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:15: Are they scared of the dark?: I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: What’s their sign?: Star sign? I don’t know about Star signs!&lt;br /&gt;:2: Where was the last place you guys hung out?: Ammy’s place...&lt;br /&gt;:3: Can they play piano?: I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;:4: Do you have a lot of photos of them?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;:5: Do they exercise?: Pretty sure they do.&lt;br /&gt;:6: Are they an introvert or an extrovert?: The latter.&lt;br /&gt;:7: Describe their handwriting: I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;:8: Have they got a job?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;:9: Are they shorter than you?: Taller!&lt;br /&gt;:10: What’s their voice like?: Umm, like a guy?&lt;br /&gt;:11: Is their anything about them that really annoys you?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:12: What sort of music do they like?: All sorts.&lt;br /&gt;:13: Have you been to their house?: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;:14: What do they have on their toast?: I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;:15: Do they have siblings?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: Does this person have pretty eyes?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;:2: Why are they your friend?: Cos she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;:3: Rate their hugs on the 1-10 scale (10 being good): I can’t remember!&lt;br /&gt;:4: Have you met their parents?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;:5: What was your first conversation about?: I can’t remember!&lt;br /&gt;:6: How far have you gone with this person?: Kissed on the lips! =O&lt;br /&gt;:7: Do you think they’re good-looking?: Sure, she’s pretty,&lt;br /&gt;:8: How often do you talk?: Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;:9: Have they ever made you cry?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;:10: What’s your best memory with them?: hahaha... Well... There’s a few! "You spin me right round baby!" xD&lt;br /&gt;:11: What song reminds you of them?: Song above.&lt;br /&gt;:12: If this person was on the run from the cops, what would you do?: Umm... I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;:13: Do you love them?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;:14: Can they trust you?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;:15: How much do you trust them?: a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: Does this person have a bebo account?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:2: Where did you meet?: Church.&lt;br /&gt;:3: When did you last go to their house?: Ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;:4: Do you think they’ll be happily married?: I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;:5: Do you text this person a lot?: not really&lt;br /&gt;:6: Do you even have their phone number?: yess. =P&lt;br /&gt;:7: Are they popular with the opposite sex?: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;:8: What’s the best thing about their personality?: everything.&lt;br /&gt;:9: Do they read Harry Potter?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:10: What’s their favourite colour?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:11: They’re trapped on a desert island. What object do they have with them: Guitar and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;:12: Do/Did you go to school together?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:13: Are the life and soul of the party?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:14: What sort of movies do they like?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:15: Is their house always tidy?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:1: Are you guys in a club / organisation together?: No.&lt;br /&gt;:2: Ever considered making out with this person?: No...&lt;br /&gt;:3: What’s their best physical feature?: Uhh, hair? xD&lt;br /&gt;:4: Do you worry about them a lot?: No..&lt;br /&gt;:5: Rate their hugs on the 1-10 scale: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;:6: Do they play guitar?: Bass I think.&lt;br /&gt;:7: In what way do you love them (if you do)?: as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;:8: Do they have your cell phone number?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;:9: Do you know where they live?: Syd.&lt;br /&gt;:10: How would your parents react if you were together?: Mine weould be like "uhh... oh dear..."&lt;br /&gt;:11: What makes them special?: haha she’s just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;:12: Do you miss them right now?: idk, not really lol.&lt;br /&gt;:13: Have you ever hurt them, deliberately or not?: nooo!&lt;br /&gt;:14: What would you do if they were crying?: Listen if she wanted to talk, and give her a hug.&lt;br /&gt;:15: When you met, did you hit it off straight away?: Haven’t officially met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who’s the...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cutest?: Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest?: Jac.&lt;br /&gt;Most outgoing?: Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Blondest?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Deepest?: Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Kindest?: Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Most patient?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Tallest?: Either Luke or Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Shyest?: Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;One you’d marry if forced?: Luke!&lt;br /&gt;Best singer?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Preppiest?: none.&lt;br /&gt;Smartest?: they are all pretty smart!&lt;br /&gt;Most sarcastic?: lol, Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Most daring?: Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Happiest with life?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to be famous?: Josh! xD&lt;br /&gt;Fastest eater?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Hottest?: Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Most popular?: I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest?: Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Most irritating?: Josh.&lt;br /&gt;Best hugger?: Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Best kisser?: Luke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you do if...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(6) and (4) started dating?: Be upset! D=&lt;br /&gt;(8) confessed they had feelings for you?: be like "um, okay"&lt;br /&gt;(1) tried to kill (10)?: I’d be like "WHAT THE HELL?!"&lt;br /&gt;(9) bit you?: Bite back?&lt;br /&gt;(7) tried to make you vegan?: Be like "ok".&lt;br /&gt;(3) told (2) you fancied them?: I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;(5) asked you to sing for their band?: Say sorry I can’t sing.&lt;br /&gt;(8) slapped you?: If it was serious, be shocked!&lt;br /&gt;(6) asked you to lie to (1) for them?: Say no.&lt;br /&gt;(2) fell out with (4)?: It wouldn’t bother me too much.&lt;br /&gt;(9) stopped talking to you?: Be upset.&lt;br /&gt;(3) ate your cupcake?: ’be like "duude, fuck youu, you now owe me a cupcake!’ - Haha&lt;br /&gt;(7) got you lost in a cave?: Be scared if it was dark!!&lt;br /&gt;(5) wanted to borrow $10 000 from you?: Say "If I had that money... I’d still say no..."&lt;br /&gt;(10) turned into a budgie?: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In 10 years...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who will be happily married?: All of them?&lt;br /&gt;Who will be rich?: Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;Who will still be living with their parents?: Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be a supermodel?: Ammy.&lt;br /&gt;Who will still be in touch with you?: All.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be a tramp?: Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What will they be doing for a living?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(1): Music?&lt;br /&gt;(2): I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;(3): Something with photos?&lt;br /&gt;(4): Be a Dad!&lt;br /&gt;(5): Photographer?&lt;br /&gt;(6): Idk.&lt;br /&gt;(7): Make money.&lt;br /&gt;(8): Photography.&lt;br /&gt;(9): Music.&lt;br /&gt;(10): Music or photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1474434723909519349?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1474434723909519349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1474434723909519349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1474434723909519349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1474434723909519349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/03/200-questions-of-people-who-mostly-dont.html' title='200 questions of people who mostly don’t even like me!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-9102532450975442372</id><published>2008-02-26T18:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:44:59.576+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><title type='text'>Would you eat your cat if it tasted like chicken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credit; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goveg.com/feat/catbb/" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.goveg.com/feat/catbb/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take no credit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We wouldn't serve Felix for dinner—but what do our cats have that chickens don't? Anyone who has spent time around chickens can attest to the fact that they are just as loving, intelligent, and capable of feeling pain and suffering as our feline companions. So why do we call one "friend" and the other "food"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chowing down on chicken flesh and other meats means certain death for smart and affectionate birds and other animals. Scientists have proved what people who run farm sanctuaries have said all along—that &lt;a href="http://www.goveg.com/f-hiddenliveschickens.asp" s_oc="null" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;chickens are fast learners&lt;/a&gt; who have distinct personalities. Some are shy and run away when someone new comes into the yard, some are bold and gregarious, greeting each new guest with a variety of clucks and even hopping onto all available human laps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chickens also have complex social relationships called a "pecking order." They have 30 different vocalizations that they use to communicate contentment, fear, and alarm—they even have separate calls to distinguish between predators approaching by land and by water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chickens can be friendly and loyal, and they are intelligent and affectionate, just like the cats who share our homes. Yet many people who are appalled by the thought of killing and eating cats regularly consume the flesh of these smart and sensitive birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might ask, "Chickens are bred for food, so what's wrong with eating them?" But of course, in many Asian countries, the same question could be posed about cats. Basic biology tells us that being bred for a certain purpose does not change an animal's capacity to feel pain, fear, or sorrow. Animals who are bred for human consumption still suffer greatly at the hands of factory farmers and slaughterhouse workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="112" src="http://www.goveg.com/feat/catbb/page/reannon.jpg" width="150" align="left" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 4px; " /&gt;Chickens on factory farms are denied everything that is natural to them—they will never be able to take dustbaths, build nests, or raise their young. They spend their entire lives in filthy sheds with thousands of other birds, and this intense crowding and confinement leads to outbreaks of disease. They are given powerful drugs to ensure that they gain weight as quickly as possible, and their unnatural size can lead to heart attacks and organ failure. Some chickens become crippled under their own weight. When they are only 6 or 7 weeks old, these chickens will be thrown into cages and sent off to slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from some cultures eat cats, and some people eat chickens, but with a world of vegetarian foods to choose from, it's high time we left all animals off the menu. The best way to show &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; animals some real respect is to stop eating them. &lt;a href="http://www.vegcooking.com/transition.asp" target="_blank" s_oc="null" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;Learn&lt;/a&gt; how you can leave animals off your plate and adopt a healthy and humane vegetarian diet."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table class="factsBRD" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="475" align="center" border="0" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;img height="254" src="http://www.goveg.com/feat/catbb/page/facts-hdr.gif" width="475" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" bgcolor="dbe4e0" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;• Chickens are as smart as mammals, including some primates, according to animal behaviorist Dr. Chris Evans, who runs the animal behavior lab at Macquarie University in Australia and lectures on his work with chickens. He explains that, for example, chickens are able to understand that recently hidden objects still exist, which is actually beyond the intellectual capacity of small children. Discussing chickens' various abilities, he says, "As a trick at conferences I sometimes list these attributes, without mentioning chickens, and people think I'm talking about monkeys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dr. Joy Mench, professor and director of the Center for Animal Welfare at the University of California at Davis explains, "Chickens show sophisticated social behavior. … That's what a pecking order is all about. They can recognize more than a hundred other chickens and remember them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• In her book &lt;em&gt;The Development of Brain and Behaviour in the Chicken&lt;/em&gt;, Dr. Lesley Rogers, a professor of neuroscience and animal behavior, concludes that chickens have cognitive capabilities equivalent to mammals—in other words, they're just as smart as cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dr. Christine Nicol of the University of Bristol explains, "Chickens have shown us they can do things people didn't think they could do. There are hidden depths to chickens, definitely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The video "&lt;a href="http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/Prefs.asp?video=lets_ask" target="_blank" s_oc="null" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;Let's Ask the Animals&lt;/a&gt;," produced by the Association for the Study of Animal Behaviour in the United Kingdom, shows chickens learning which bowls contain food by watching television, learning to peck a button three times in order to obtain food, and learning how to navigate a complex obstacle course in order to get to a nesting box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• In 2002, the PBS documentary &lt;em&gt;The Natural History of the Chicken&lt;/em&gt; revealed that "[c]hickens love to watch television and have vision similar to humans. They also seem to enjoy all forms of music, especially classical."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Chickens are able to gather knowledge by watching the mistakes of others and are very adept at teaching and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Chickens can learn to use switches and levers to change the temperature in their surroundings and to open doors to feeding areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A mother hen will turn her eggs as many as five times an hour and cluck to her unborn chicks, who will chirp back to her and to one another from within their shells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-9102532450975442372?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/9102532450975442372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=9102532450975442372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9102532450975442372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9102532450975442372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/02/would-you-eat-your-cat-if-it-tasted.html' title='Would you eat your cat if it tasted like chicken?'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3931524182676141184</id><published>2008-01-31T18:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:49:20.349+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>’"I’m so sorry James..." I said before he walked away from me.’</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'The doctor I went to, he was nice, he helped me and explained everything to I understood it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Mum and Nan were with me, they are very supportive of my situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As I walked out of the doctors, I seen some of my friends from high school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I left 2 years ago, and most of them were now in grade 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although I hadn't seen them for 2 years,&lt;br /&gt;it felt like just yesterday I had seen them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I remember riding the bus with them, the fun I had each morning and afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only person I really wanted to see was James...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As I looked up... there he was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His dark blonde hair was spiked up, as he always wore it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He saw me, and I knew he felt the same way I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Without a word he walked over to me, and wrapped his arms around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It felt like a dream, we hugged for what seemed like hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then finally we pull back, both smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He then asked me, "What were you doing in the doctors? you're ok aren't you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm ok."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was still smiling, that smile that makes me melt inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"So what were you at the doctors for?" One of my girlfriends asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They then started guessing why I'd be there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"No, you're all wrong, the reason I was there, was because I needed&lt;br /&gt;a check up after having my beautiful baby boy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They all went silent, no one said anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My girlfriends looked shocked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I looked at James, he looked hurt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm so sorry James..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I said before he walked away from me.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3931524182676141184?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3931524182676141184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3931524182676141184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3931524182676141184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3931524182676141184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-sorry-james-i-said-before-he.html' title='’&quot;I’m so sorry James...&quot; I said before he walked away from me.’'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-30864676272101360</id><published>2007-12-16T16:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:00:54.390+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petals on the Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers in the Attic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Garden Of Shadows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Hey, I haven't posted in ages. The reason being I moved back in with My Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She has the internet, but it won't work for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says in't connected, but it won't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any suggestions to help, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't come to Dad's often, so I harldy ever use the net anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although at the moment, most of my time I've spent reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Flowers in the attic'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm almost finished the sequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Petals on the wind'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the Attic is one of my favourite books, and the second is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to read the 3rd, the 4th, and the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is the fouth, for I have all others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I now live in chigwell, come visit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know you I'll tell you my home address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Karli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-30864676272101360?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/30864676272101360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=30864676272101360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/30864676272101360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/30864676272101360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/12/garden-of-shadows.html' title='Garden Of Shadows.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1303219036575988900</id><published>2007-10-29T23:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:02:36.395+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Dear Warren,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think You realise how much you meant to people.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you realised how many times people have cried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish there was something I could have done to prevent this.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what was going through your head on &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've cried so many tears...&lt;br /&gt;If only my tears could bring you back....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s I miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1303219036575988900?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1303219036575988900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1303219036575988900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1303219036575988900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1303219036575988900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-warren.html' title='Dear Warren,'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3717093466090788488</id><published>2007-10-27T17:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:05:22.166+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Royal Hobart Show'/><title type='text'>*sad*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to the show yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I went on the hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;The Movie music trip (I think that's what it's called)&lt;br /&gt;Dodgem cars&lt;br /&gt;and The Zipper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might have to get rid of my cat Bunnii...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/dirty.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3717093466090788488?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3717093466090788488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3717093466090788488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3717093466090788488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3717093466090788488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/10/sad.html' title='*sad*'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2685764700775427144</id><published>2007-10-22T06:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:46:26.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go to sleep and not wake up for a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;textarea&gt;It's not that I want to die.. I just, don't want to live.&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2685764700775427144?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2685764700775427144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2685764700775427144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2685764700775427144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2685764700775427144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-to-go-to-sleep-and-not-wake-up.html' title='I want to go to sleep and not wake up for a while.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6004377248069403927</id><published>2007-10-20T05:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:10:13.684+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't blogged for a while.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to blog when you haven't for a while.&lt;br /&gt;When you do it often, it just seems to flow.&lt;br /&gt;It's 4am, I should be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Bored of school.&lt;br /&gt;Bored of my family.&lt;br /&gt;Bored or my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've got nothing physical to wake up to, you start to wonder "why bother getting up?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a christian, which means I should be content with waking up knowing I'm living for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm not a very good christian...&lt;br /&gt;I don't read my bible.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly pray.&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just sick of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just so over it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6004377248069403927?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6004377248069403927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6004377248069403927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6004377248069403927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6004377248069403927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/10/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2424657598723794160</id><published>2007-10-17T17:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:14:35.873+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>Once a whore You’re nothing more I’m sorry that’ll never change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;1. Who made you smile today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ammy, Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was lying in bed texting Luke and Ammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your Mum's mum's name?&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Three words to explain why you last threw up?&lt;br /&gt;Too Much Alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Umm.... *thinks* I gave someone money to buy Coke zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;IOn my wallet, and money box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;Just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;In bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Ammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Closest thing to you thats green?&lt;br /&gt;An Envalope on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Last person you spoke to?&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you very random?&lt;br /&gt;I can be, but not normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you want to get your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I don't want to lose length, just have it styled, ou know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does your screen name have an "x" in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:7f7f7f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:000000;"&gt;Umm... I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Do you know anyone named Kelsey?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Um, um, um... I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom it's somewhat wavy, but no, not curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is the next concert you're going to?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... n..[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Where did you go today?&lt;br /&gt;To the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is something you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I used to say "not cool" a lot. Layely I've k..noticed I've been saying "you know" at the end of sentences... x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have to work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?&lt;br /&gt;Ammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Editing a video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Whats the last movie you saw &amp;amp; with who?&lt;br /&gt;Bratz the movie, With Jacqueline, Luke, Sam, Jai, Chrissie, Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;At Nan's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you like chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Is your room clean?&lt;br /&gt;Fairly for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Laptop or Desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;Desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you take drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;With!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;br /&gt;Luke did last night, cos Jayde was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;Not usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Pancakes or French Toast?&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;NAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Last person on your missed call list?&lt;br /&gt;Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Number of pillows?&lt;br /&gt;I have three on my bed, but I only use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Nutri-grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. What are you hearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Static, cos I just sent a message... oh, and my typing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Pick a lyric?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where our time went, and if it was time well spent, just don't let me fall asleep, feeling emty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Can you play pool?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... But I suck! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but, not very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Mint choc chip. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you like maps?&lt;br /&gt;Sure... Actually, I like looking at maps of Tasmania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Tell me a random fact:&lt;br /&gt;I grind my teeth in my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Ever attend a theme party?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Ever do a keg stand?&lt;br /&gt;A what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Craziest place you've slept after a night of drinking?&lt;br /&gt;In a bed... Woooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. What is the first music video you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;Um... I can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. What is your favorite place to hangout?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I kept waking up and falling asleep again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Wake up next to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Best thing about winter?&lt;br /&gt;Cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Name a couple of favorite colors:&lt;br /&gt;Black, Pink, Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What month is your birthday in?&lt;br /&gt;May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing...&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/6166966170260390924-2424657598723794160?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2424657598723794160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2424657598723794160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2424657598723794160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2424657598723794160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-whore-youre-nothing-more-im-sorry.html' title='Once a whore You’re nothing more I’m sorry that’ll never change.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6417092663908780819</id><published>2007-08-26T16:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:16:17.363+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><title type='text'>"Which To Bury; Us Or The Hatchet" Relient K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I think you know what I'm getting at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it so upsetting that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the memories that you select you keep the bad but the good you just forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and even though I'm angry I can still say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my heart will break the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you peel out and drive away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe this happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all this time I never thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that all we had would be all for not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't want to fight you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know I'll always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but right now I just don't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't want to fight you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know I'll always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but right now I just don't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause you took this too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make your decision and don't you dare think twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go with your instincts along with some bad advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you blame me but some of this is still your fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to move you, but you just wouldn't budge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to hold your hand but you'd rather hold your grudge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you know what I'm getting at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you said goodbye and I just don't want you regretting that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't want to fight you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know I'll always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but right now I just don't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't want to fight you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know I'll always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but right now I just don't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wisdom always chooses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these black eyes and these bruises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over the heartache that they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never completely goes away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I just can't believe this happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and one day we'll see this come around)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't want to fight you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know I'll always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but right now I just don't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't want to fight you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know I'll always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but right now I just don't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause you took this too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard that it's me we should blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what happened to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why didn't you stop me from turning out this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and know that I don't hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and know that I don't want to fight you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and know that I'll always love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but right now I just don't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6417092663908780819?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6417092663908780819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6417092663908780819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6417092663908780819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6417092663908780819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/08/which-to-bury-us-or-hatchet-relient-k.html' title='&quot;Which To Bury; Us Or The Hatchet&quot; Relient K'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6551974804201273715</id><published>2007-08-26T16:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:19:20.996+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arj Barker'/><title type='text'>"I cut myself shaving... Now it REALLY hurts to pee!" - Arj Barker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I had such an awesome time last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went with Josh to see Arj Barker! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was at the theater royale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, it was funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after the show,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; He was in the foyer signing things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't have enough to buy a DVD or CD,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I got my ticket signed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told him I like his work and stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was real nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shook his hand! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/anxious.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my ticket he wrote his signature and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Jessia xox"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He totally spelt my name wrong! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/exhausted.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was totally awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited when I got to meet him! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/love.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6551974804201273715?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6551974804201273715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6551974804201273715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6551974804201273715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6551974804201273715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cut-myself-shaving-now-it-really.html' title='&quot;I cut myself shaving... Now it REALLY hurts to pee!&quot; - Arj Barker.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5855971462241887716</id><published>2007-06-30T19:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:20:39.447+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey'/><title type='text'>What you haven't heard of me? That sounds absurd to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;1. Last cigarette:&lt;/strong&gt; Never, I'm not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Last beverage:&lt;/strong&gt; Coke Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Last phone call:&lt;/strong&gt; Umm... My Mum I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Last text message:&lt;/strong&gt; Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Last CD played:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Last bubble bath:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 or 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Last time you cried:&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Last meal:&lt;/strong&gt; Proper meal, last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT Have You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever dated someone twice?: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever been cheated on?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you ever bought condoms?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Have you ever kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it?:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever fallen in love?:&lt;/strong&gt;  Puppy love =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever lost someone?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Have you ever been depressed?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have you ever been drunk and thrown up?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name SIX things you did in the past three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Sang.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cried.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eaten Raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;4. Texted Luke.&lt;br /&gt;5. Texted Ammy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Held a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List THREE people you can tell pretty much anything to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jacqueline.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ammy &amp;amp; Luke.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List THREE favorite colors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pink.&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue.&lt;br /&gt;3. Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO FAR IN 07'…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been to school; &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made a new friend;&lt;/strong&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done something you swore never to do;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed until you cried;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went behind your parents back;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met someone who changed your life;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Luke. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotten close to someone;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found out who your true friends were;&lt;/strong&gt; In a way yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gay Marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straight, Gay, Bi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am straight, but I have nothing against people with other sexual preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a crush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the best hugger that you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there something you want to tell someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What brand of shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you kiss anyone on your top friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have "A thing" for anyone on your top friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many people on your top friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17 HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wanna change your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*sobs* My party got cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What time did you wake up today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a family of my own. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you saw your dad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is one thing you wish you could change about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which hand do you like better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Clarity, by John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever talked to Tom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sent him a message before. He didn't reply.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever donated money to a good cause?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever talked about someone behind their back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least favorite month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the last piece of clothing you borrowed from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's getting on your nerves right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most visited web page?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you help your best friend fight if he/she is losing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coke or Pepsi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the worst day of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my heart completely crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you disagree with a lot of things going on in the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5855971462241887716?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5855971462241887716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5855971462241887716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5855971462241887716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5855971462241887716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-you-havent-heard-of-me-that-sounds.html' title='What you haven&apos;t heard of me? That sounds absurd to me!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5641094535019857936</id><published>2007-05-29T10:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:27:28.777+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centrelink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><title type='text'>Bleh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;textarea style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 120px" rows="6" cols="35"&gt;I went to the dentist yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like having a hook thing put in my mouth! But, I got told my teeth are all good :) I had to go to Centerlink after that. I was so tired I fell asleep in the waiting room, Mum had to shake me to wake me up hahaha xD&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5641094535019857936?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5641094535019857936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5641094535019857936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5641094535019857936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5641094535019857936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/05/bleh.html' title='Bleh.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3477456633500027313</id><published>2007-05-27T06:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:38:56.156+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealous'/><title type='text'>Narrow Lines, She can't decide. Everything Short of Suicide. Never hurts. Nearly Works..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="center" style="margin-right: 0px; "&gt;Ok, if you're reading this, you might be here a while.&lt;br /&gt;I have things I need to say,&lt;br /&gt;Things just wanting to explode out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not sure where to start,&lt;br /&gt;Or what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Everything wants to come out at once.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'll just let it flow,&lt;br /&gt;See where my mind takes this blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My heart, was beating fast.&lt;br /&gt;I found it a bit hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;This was just a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying why.&lt;br /&gt;But, it wasn't a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt, there's this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my chest..&lt;br /&gt;I've felt it before.&lt;br /&gt;It's not going away.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm losing control.&lt;br /&gt;And, I had to do it..&lt;br /&gt;I had to find my good old friend.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;But he always makes me feel better..&lt;br /&gt;There's something about blood,&lt;br /&gt;Running down my arm.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;(My good old friend being a blade)&lt;br /&gt;My mother knows I cut myself..&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when she finds out.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the look of hurt on her face..&lt;br /&gt;People don't understand..&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a falling out with a friend..&lt;br /&gt;He used to be more than a friend.&lt;br /&gt;But, as soon as he decided we would&lt;br /&gt;"just be friends"&lt;br /&gt;He started treating me like crap.&lt;br /&gt;We would fight every time we spoke.&lt;br /&gt;I tried being nice,&lt;br /&gt;He threw it back in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so used..&lt;br /&gt;It's like, now he knew he wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Come to my house and make out with me&lt;br /&gt;He just treated me bad.&lt;br /&gt;And then went on to tell me&lt;br /&gt;He loves and cares for me..&lt;br /&gt;I used to think he was different to most guys..&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he's &lt;em&gt;all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He called me&lt;br /&gt;"The most selfish person he knows&lt;br /&gt;Our age that Isn't retarded."&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I knew would happen with him..&lt;br /&gt;Happened.&lt;br /&gt;I always told him we would end up not friends..&lt;br /&gt;That in the future he would hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes being right isn't all that great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mike is here.&lt;br /&gt;Mike from Queensland!&lt;br /&gt;That's what he's known as&lt;br /&gt;Down here.&lt;br /&gt;He's stayed here the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't really talk to him much.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters did.&lt;br /&gt;But they went to Dads for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;So, I kind of Had to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;He's not real shy..&lt;br /&gt;Like tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I was laying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Bunnii Was on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;She got off and I called her back&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;So Mike, laid across my stomach&lt;br /&gt;And said "I'll be your cat"&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;So I patted him&lt;br /&gt;Ah! It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;And A little awkward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't like it when a guy likes me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likes me &lt;/em&gt;like me..&lt;br /&gt;Because, I'll either,&lt;br /&gt;A)Not like him, which is upsetting&lt;br /&gt;when someone you likes doesn't like you back&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;B)I'll like him back, which makes it ten times worse.&lt;br /&gt;When I like someone that likes me,&lt;br /&gt;I let them know I don't want a boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;But, Then again, I would probably let them hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd let them kiss me..&lt;br /&gt;So, I get involved, without committing.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, with teenage relationships&lt;br /&gt;They don't usually last..&lt;br /&gt;And if they do,&lt;br /&gt;It's not for very long.&lt;br /&gt;When you have a Boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;There are two things that are inevitable..&lt;br /&gt;You will either marry them..&lt;br /&gt;Or brake up with them.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, So I don't like the odds..&lt;br /&gt;I got heart broken before.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never want that to happen to me again.&lt;br /&gt;But, that what happens!&lt;br /&gt;Plus!&lt;br /&gt;Feelings change..&lt;br /&gt;What happens, if you're with someone..&lt;br /&gt;And over time, you just lose interest..&lt;br /&gt;Or they change, and you don't like who they are..&lt;br /&gt;You feel for who they &lt;em&gt;used to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brake it off, and they get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;I try never to say things like&lt;br /&gt;"I'll love you forever"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never like someone as much as I do you"&lt;br /&gt;"I promise I'm never going to date anyone after you"&lt;br /&gt;"I'd choose you over anyone"&lt;br /&gt;I've had all them said to me..&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;They didn't love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;They apparently love their new girlfriend more than they've ever loved a girl before.&lt;br /&gt;They have a new girlfriend, so they obviously dated after me.&lt;br /&gt;They had a choice..&lt;br /&gt;They didn't choose me.&lt;br /&gt;My anxieties make it real hard to have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't see things like most.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin, who counted up all the boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;She has had..&lt;br /&gt;Well, those she could remember..&lt;br /&gt;There was over 100...&lt;br /&gt;What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;I bet she told every one of them she loved them.&lt;br /&gt;I can't see how she could do that!&lt;br /&gt;She would act on crushes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't act on crushes..&lt;br /&gt;I get crushes on guys,&lt;br /&gt;But, I would never want to get into a relationship&lt;br /&gt;With them.&lt;br /&gt;But, most people act on crushes.&lt;br /&gt;I get very jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Very jealous, very easy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;My mom says it's because of my anxiety..&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the jealousy is causing the anxiety..&lt;br /&gt;I get possessive..&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying,&lt;br /&gt;Because, if a guy was possessive of me,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I try doing to others as I would like done to myself..&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;It's totally selfish.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you think I like feeling jealous?&lt;br /&gt;No! It hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to go to Clare house later on today.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know&lt;br /&gt;(As I'm assuming most of you don't)&lt;br /&gt;Clare house is...&lt;br /&gt;*looks up information on Clare House*&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's stuff about Clare House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"The Child and Adolescent Mental Health Service provides a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;community service for children and adolescents with mental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;health problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of the problems that people bring to the service are:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-image: none; list-style-position: outside; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anxiety and stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fears and phobias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;compulsive and habitual behaviours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suicidal thoughts and behaviour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adjustment issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;attention and concentration problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;We work in partnership with individuals, families, groups and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;agencies to improve personal, social, emotional and cultural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well being of young people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Where necessary the Service utilises the Paediatric Wards in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he Royal Hobart Hospital, Launceston General Hospital and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the North West Regional Hospital as well as Community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Teams based in Hobart, Launceston and Burnie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, so I go because&lt;br /&gt;A)I over dosed on sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;B)I cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;C)I have chronic anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;I have mental problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/crazy.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure how they're going to help..&lt;br /&gt;I've been before.&lt;br /&gt;When I refused to go to school..&lt;br /&gt;They sent me there!&lt;br /&gt;But I refused to go, because&lt;br /&gt;A)The person I had to talk to sounded gay.&lt;br /&gt;B)He was freaky.&lt;br /&gt;C)he told me his goal was to get me to school..&lt;br /&gt;And I was like "Screw that fro an idea"&lt;br /&gt;But, after over dosing, the&lt;br /&gt;hospital referred me back..&lt;br /&gt;But I get a girl this time.&lt;br /&gt;And they're not going to&lt;br /&gt;try to get me to school.&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't mind going.&lt;br /&gt;Although..&lt;br /&gt;I told Luke I was going,&lt;br /&gt;He thinks they want to eat my brains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/creative.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this guy.&lt;br /&gt;He's not like any guy I've met before.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've said that about a guy before,&lt;br /&gt;And turns out he&lt;br /&gt;was like most guys..&lt;br /&gt;So, knowing that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;sure if I should trust myself..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;He likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/distressed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;But knowing him,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself&lt;br /&gt;wanting to take a chance..&lt;br /&gt;But then I get too scared.&lt;br /&gt;He was in my dream last night..&lt;br /&gt;(He was in my dream for&lt;br /&gt;the third dream in a row!)&lt;br /&gt;(I'll skip everything til&lt;br /&gt;where he comes into it)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much I asked him&lt;br /&gt;if I could draw on him..&lt;br /&gt;(I like drawing on people! Especially&lt;br /&gt;with permanent marker &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And he said I could.&lt;br /&gt;So he sat behind me, and put&lt;br /&gt;his arms around me so I could draw on them..&lt;br /&gt;but him having me in his arms&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about drawing on him,&lt;br /&gt;And I just sat back in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;After having that dream I&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know already,&lt;br /&gt;I want children.&lt;br /&gt;One of my hearts&lt;br /&gt;desires is to be a mother!&lt;br /&gt;And, since I'm not going to&lt;br /&gt;have sex out of a marriage&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait... Well, until&lt;br /&gt;I'm married for children!&lt;br /&gt;And, that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked my mother last night&lt;br /&gt;Is it against God to become&lt;br /&gt;pregnant without having sex.&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to fall pregnant without sex,&lt;br /&gt;And without having it like implanted in you.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah..&lt;br /&gt;She didn't answer my question,&lt;br /&gt;But she did say I should just get married early..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/pissed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;Although, if i did fall pregnant I would need&lt;br /&gt;A guy willing to become a father..&lt;br /&gt;Plus find one I would want&lt;br /&gt;to be the father of my child!&lt;br /&gt;And then everyone would think I'd of had sex!&lt;br /&gt;You think they'd believe me if I said&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't have sex! honest!"&lt;br /&gt;"How did you become pregnant then?"&lt;br /&gt;"...It's a long story, that DOESN'T&lt;br /&gt;involve Sexual intercourse"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right!"&lt;br /&gt;But, I mean, I hardly leave the house anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe no one would find out..&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, People would find out..&lt;br /&gt;Lame!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had heaps of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about..&lt;br /&gt;But, While writing the other stuff..&lt;br /&gt;And Texting Luke..&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know, I got $20 credit last week..&lt;br /&gt;I sent Luke $4 because he called me once,&lt;br /&gt;And it should've only costed 1c a minute..&lt;br /&gt;But it cost like $4 So I&lt;br /&gt;felt bad, and paid him back.&lt;br /&gt;I spend like $1 credit a day..&lt;br /&gt;I don't text people that don't have telstra.&lt;br /&gt;Which means each text message cost 1c..&lt;br /&gt;Would that mean I text at&lt;br /&gt;least 100 messages a day?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;It's Luke..&lt;br /&gt;Since I got his number, we&lt;br /&gt;just always text each other.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind not going on the&lt;br /&gt;computer because texting him&lt;br /&gt;Entertains me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My birthday party soon!&lt;br /&gt;Are you coming?&lt;br /&gt;You should be!&lt;br /&gt;Unless, I don't want you there..&lt;br /&gt;Which, there are a few&lt;br /&gt;people I don't want there..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway&lt;br /&gt;If you want to come&lt;br /&gt;Just ask, I'll give details.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;We'll eat pizza, and watch Movies.&lt;br /&gt;Not very eventful,&lt;br /&gt;But, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;There's really only two&lt;br /&gt;people I &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; want to come.&lt;br /&gt;Ammy and Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Ammy lives in Melbourne..&lt;br /&gt;And Luke is busy most weekends&lt;br /&gt;So There's a high chance I'm not going to see&lt;br /&gt;The only friends I want to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/crappy.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to be up at 9am..&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:15am now!&lt;br /&gt;That's just great.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just shouldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I have a better chance of being awake then!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being nocturnal..&lt;br /&gt;Because, That what I pretty much am.&lt;br /&gt;My mom stays up late just to spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;She was falling asleep on the couch&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her why she wasn't already in bed.&lt;br /&gt;And she said it was so she&lt;br /&gt;could spend some time with me.&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel good. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/ditzy.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bad, that she was keeping herself awake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm working on a song.&lt;br /&gt;You know it sucks trying to put lyrics to music&lt;br /&gt;When you can't play an instrument!&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much have no idea what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was thinking of cutting my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting it short.&lt;br /&gt;Like Real short!&lt;br /&gt;But, I like my hair long..&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bleh! I'm going now!&lt;br /&gt;I know, you're probably thinking&lt;br /&gt;"Finally!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok Going now!&lt;br /&gt;Bye xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I'm glad Kate Richie Won gold logie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Listened to: How To Save A Life, By The fray&lt;br /&gt;And International Superhits, By Green Day. While writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:Upset/depressed/confused/angry/jealous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3477456633500027313?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3477456633500027313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3477456633500027313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3477456633500027313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3477456633500027313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/05/narrow-lines-she-cant-decide-everything.html' title='Narrow Lines, She can&apos;t decide. Everything Short of Suicide. Never hurts. Nearly Works..'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4246368670631690</id><published>2007-05-22T06:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:43:16.376+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Diet is DIE with a T to make it less scary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;textarea style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 65px" rows="3" cols="24"&gt;I am going on a diet. Diet, is DIE with a T. For Monday and Tuesday, All I will eat is Apples. For Wednesday and Thursday, all I will eat is Cheese. On Friday and Saturday is Salad type food. And Sunday Some red meat with Salad. Maybe, since I won't be eating much, I should just throw it up, and have an eating disorder, to go along with all my other mental problems, and disorders.&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4246368670631690?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4246368670631690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4246368670631690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4246368670631690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4246368670631690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/05/diet-is-die-with-t-to-make-it-less.html' title='Diet is DIE with a T to make it less scary..'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1669610207209172202</id><published>2007-03-26T00:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:58:10.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cuz I'm cool liek that.. =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took my lip [Labret] ring out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mainly because the ring broke, and I didn't have anything for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't be bothered dealing with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It hurts having it in the middle of my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And gets in teh way of kissing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I love kissing way too much &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mischievous.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, in the future, I will probably get my lip pierced again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/content.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;if not lip piercings,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Definetly some sort of piercing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm at the new house!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yes, we didn't even realise we have the net here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I randomly turned the modem on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Surprisingly it worked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mischievous.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey I get bored here at my house...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Come visit me? &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/creative.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm just trying to edit videos from the new video camera&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad bought it I was happy that day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I can't edit them, I'll just have to put some videos on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;UNCUT!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blah.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nah it's ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The stuff that came with it is working..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can edit &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mischievous.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I'm going to go edit now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;talk later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.s It was awesome having Waffle and Paul stay teh night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mischievous.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1669610207209172202?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1669610207209172202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1669610207209172202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1669610207209172202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1669610207209172202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-cuz-im-cool-liek-that.html' title='It&apos;s Cuz I&apos;m cool liek that.. =]'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2976150418753097677</id><published>2007-03-23T13:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:56:17.847+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Like You Are Overrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey! Long time since I've blogged,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like a propper blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things at the new house are good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The loungeroom, and Kitchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Bathroom, are the only things set up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The three bedrooms still have things we nee dto sort through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We've had to get rid of stuff since this house is smaller and stuff =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have a backyard aswell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm trying to convince mum to let me get a puppy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But she thinks it's enough having 3 cats *hmph*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I played Josh's PS3 Last night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although, the games were guyish ones,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the cool one was the Racing..D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waffle and Paul are staying at my house tonight! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mischievous.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which means I'll have to clean off two beds in my bedroom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the moment, all the beds have junk on them, and I've been sleeping on a matteres on the floor! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have bunks in my room, and a single bed for moi =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have biscuits! From Subway =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They're nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not as Nice as Ammy though =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just thought I'd mention Ammy, she's been on my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She told me something last night,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Something that had been upsetting her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How I wish I could have made it better..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I Can't! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/depressed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gosh I need a drink!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just finished my last busciut, need Coke Zero!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's bad, I find myself with a headache if I don't have Coke Zero for a couple of Days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mum's the same with Diet Coke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And My Dad With Normal Coca Cola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I pretty much have Coca Cola in my blood!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you try the Cherry Coke?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was gross!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yuck yuck yuck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, I though it was cool, because, at the time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Nick name was&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cherrie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How did I get that nick name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Long storey short, I hit my head, and instead of crying started laughing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Laughing to the poiunt of tears..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My face also went bright &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, the guy that I liked [at the time] says to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You're as red as a cherry! Now all teh time I'm going to call you Cherrie!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;;-_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somehow, my nickname got found out at my Joy Club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was a guy there that didn't know my real name!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He asked me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Hey, Is Cherrie your real name?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hahahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That poor kid, to this day doesn't know my real name!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I seen Daniel and His girlfriend yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in teh shopping center.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was with Josh and he was talking to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't care about Ally, I don't hate her or anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Kind of feel sorry for her, her boyfriend is a loser]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I felt like punching Daniel in the face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He completely ignored me, as if I wasn't there at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I also heard him going on to Josh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm happy with my life, for once I'm happy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...I'm happy, Happy I don't have that loser dragging me down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, I also poked him and asked why he was ignoring me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Because something in life aren't fair"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Psh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He says he's over it, but if he was, he would be able to talk to be and act civil towards me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried being nice to him,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He replied with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Piss off"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's so lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since he's left my life,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've gained 3 awesome people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I alway had Ammy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I talked to her before I even knew Daniel =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But Since he left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I met&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waffle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mischievous.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ammy is cooler than all of you &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I should go have a shower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pfft, I can't be bothered though =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nah, I think I'll go have one &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/lazy.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, i'll talk to you later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 22px; "&gt;Signs&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Want me to make you a sign?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just comment or message me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;asking and I'll make you..]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Something like one of these =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/2gx39sj.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, pretty much the computer won't let me upload the other one, but it's in my pictures, go check them out =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2976150418753097677?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2976150418753097677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2976150418753097677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2976150418753097677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2976150418753097677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/boys-like-you-are-overrated.html' title='Boys Like You Are Overrated.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/2gx39sj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1808776934082133258</id><published>2007-03-21T02:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:01:04.955+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard To Answer The Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate that school is on!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes offline early &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, My mother just gave me orange juice and some salad&lt;br /&gt;Food and drink!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why are you reading this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you like hearing about my life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is it because you're my friend?&lt;br /&gt;If so, why are you my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you care what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a louzy friend!&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself!&lt;br /&gt;So, why don't you..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1808776934082133258?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1808776934082133258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1808776934082133258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1808776934082133258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1808776934082133258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-hard-to-answer-question.html' title='It&apos;s Hard To Answer The Question'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-9208449786644034407</id><published>2007-03-08T20:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:54:05.127+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys suck &lt;/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I hate you but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;It's true, I'm stuck on you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I keep thinking of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one can annoy me like &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; does&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I keep checking to see if &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is online&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No one makes me smile quite like &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-9208449786644034407?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/9208449786644034407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=9208449786644034407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9208449786644034407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/9208449786644034407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/boys-suck-3.html' title='Boys suck &lt;/3'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8644906343139311035</id><published>2007-03-07T14:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:53:02.852+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My chest is hurting from my heart beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not beatin fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I want to &lt;em&gt;bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe feeling pain on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The hurt from the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Help me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On my arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/-Jessi-girl-/28-10-06_1715.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm Forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I should be used to it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8644906343139311035?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8644906343139311035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8644906343139311035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8644906343139311035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8644906343139311035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-chest-is-hurting-from-my-heart.html' title='Help Me.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-639318760454105182</id><published>2007-03-07T07:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:48:38.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like The Weight Of The World Is On My Shoulders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever Feel like that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, so that's not how I feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But sometimes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do carry extra weights then I should.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friend is feeling real down,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tend to feel down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean i don't show it, they don't need me feeling down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to make them feel worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But its the same with happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If your friend is happy you generally feel happy too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unless they got something you wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then you pretty much feel jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok I'm feeling down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;About moving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its cool i liek the idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just hate leaving houses behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With all the memories attatched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/depressed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I woke up with a song stuck in my head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here are the lyrics to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want you to know, that I'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you both&lt;br /&gt;An older version of me&lt;br /&gt;Is she perverted like me&lt;br /&gt;Would she go down on you in a theatre&lt;br /&gt;Does she speak eloquently&lt;br /&gt;And would she have your baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, till you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem very well, things look peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity&lt;br /&gt;I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner&lt;br /&gt;It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of me when you fuck her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, til you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna fade&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you close your eyes and you know it&lt;br /&gt;And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it...well can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;__________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am going to go now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Screw telling how I feel when no one reads this anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-639318760454105182?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/639318760454105182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=639318760454105182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/639318760454105182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/639318760454105182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/feels-like-weight-of-world-is-on-my.html' title='Feels Like The Weight Of The World Is On My Shoulders.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7010805220297346262</id><published>2007-03-06T01:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:46:50.099+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so excited about moving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes you feel that a change can mean a new start right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A new chance to start fresh and make things the way you wished they were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then it can turn out that things are exactly the same as they were before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of almost everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boring&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; have any plans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; get invited anywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; get asked on dates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hardly ever leave the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if there is, I don't know about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My life is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7010805220297346262?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7010805220297346262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7010805220297346262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7010805220297346262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7010805220297346262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2703917921095429608</id><published>2007-03-02T16:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:42:43.205+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WE FOUND A HOUSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bridgewater.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;David is not happy about moving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And My Mum and David are fighting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I have to go pack now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bummed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2703917921095429608?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2703917921095429608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2703917921095429608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2703917921095429608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2703917921095429608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-found-house.html' title='WE FOUND A HOUSE.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8658045770533735089</id><published>2007-03-01T23:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:41:58.424+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to flirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I liek to flirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who doesn't like attention?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We all crave it right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone loves feeling loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I liek flirting with guys I have some sort of attraction too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even if i don't want anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I make sure I tell people I am not after a relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, I just can't help myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I l o v e t o f l i r t !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also love kissing, but that's a whole different blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/artistic.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.s So, if I seem like i'm flirting with you, Is that such a bad thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If So, sorry &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bummed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8658045770533735089?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8658045770533735089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8658045770533735089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8658045770533735089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8658045770533735089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-to-flirt.html' title='i like to flirt!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7979164001003544739</id><published>2007-03-01T08:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:41:20.088+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh I love this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;Look After You&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I don't say this now I will surely break&lt;br /&gt;As I'm leaving the one I want to take&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;My heart has started to separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now, steady love, so few come and don't go&lt;br /&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know&lt;br /&gt;When I'm losing my control, the city spins around&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there was a doubt&lt;br /&gt;My love she leans into me&lt;br /&gt;This most assuredly counts&lt;br /&gt;She says most assuredly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always have and never hold&lt;br /&gt;You've begun to feel like home&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is yours to leave or take&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is yours to make your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7979164001003544739?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7979164001003544739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7979164001003544739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7979164001003544739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7979164001003544739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/gosh-i-love-this-song.html' title='Gosh I love this song.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7325679031062946477</id><published>2007-03-01T01:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:40:08.804+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll look after you xx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="blogSubject" style="text-align: center;padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;object enablejsurl="false" enablehref="false" saveembedtags="true" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2yRmwLkl7E" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="pBlogBody_235603615" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WILL LEARN THIS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7325679031062946477?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7325679031062946477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7325679031062946477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7325679031062946477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7325679031062946477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-look-after-you-xx.html' title='I&apos;ll look after you xx'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-853359300050267481</id><published>2007-02-28T01:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:35:00.399+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;How To Save A Life.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object enablejsurl="false" enablehref="false" saveembedtags="true" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The song How to Save a Life was influenced by Slade's experience working as a mentor at a camp for troubled teens. "One of the kids I was paired up with was a musician. Here I was, a protected suburbanite, and he was just 17 and had all these problems. And no one could write a manual on how to save him. ... I got a lot of e-mail about it. One kid died in a car accident, and I guess it had been the last song he downloaded from his computer. They played it at his funeral, and some of his friends got 'Save a life' tattooed on their arms. The response has been overwhelming.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&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/6166966170260390924-853359300050267481?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/853359300050267481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=853359300050267481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/853359300050267481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/853359300050267481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-of-day_28.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3719162953324527266</id><published>2007-02-27T15:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:33:52.825+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h3 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17px; "&gt;Nobody Listened.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in one of those dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where you just just keep on falling&lt;br /&gt;No one hears you calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you saw was my smile&lt;br /&gt;But it's been dark for a while&lt;br /&gt;And the days have gone cold&lt;br /&gt;No more sleep for my soul&lt;br /&gt;Or thats what ive been told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that things would be ok?&lt;br /&gt;That my life could keep going on this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cried, when I shouted and I screamed and I yelled&lt;br /&gt;And I was mad and I was angry&lt;br /&gt;How come no one could tell?&lt;br /&gt;Say why didnt you listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Was it really that hard to see?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I found the creature asleep&lt;br /&gt;I had a secret to keep&lt;br /&gt;And now the whole world knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I did now go&lt;br /&gt;And I know be on show&lt;br /&gt;Unprotected did you know&lt;br /&gt;From it all came the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that things would be ok?&lt;br /&gt;That my life could keep going on this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cried, when I shouted and I screamed and I yelled&lt;br /&gt;And I was mad and I was angry&lt;br /&gt;How come noone could tell?&lt;br /&gt;Say why didnt you listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Was it really that hard to see?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invader took the breath from me&lt;br /&gt;Healer, the angel did I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you saw was my smile&lt;br /&gt;But it's been dark for a while&lt;br /&gt;And the days have gone cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cried, when I shouted and I screamed and I yelled&lt;br /&gt;And I was mad and I was angry&lt;br /&gt;How come noone could tell?&lt;br /&gt;Say why didnt you listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Was it really that hard to see?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I cried and I shouted and I screamed and I yelled&lt;br /&gt;And I was mad and I was angry&lt;br /&gt;How come noone could tell&lt;br /&gt;Say why didnt you listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Was it really that hard to see?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invader took the breath from me&lt;br /&gt;Healer, the angel did I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invader took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Healer, the angel did I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too far to go now&lt;br /&gt;Like a train off the rails here&lt;br /&gt;Cuz nobody listened&lt;br /&gt;Nobody listened (nobody listened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're listening now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By Delta Goodrem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3719162953324527266?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3719162953324527266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3719162953324527266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3719162953324527266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3719162953324527266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the day'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5722354966444459335</id><published>2007-02-26T17:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:32:48.208+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy For Trying And Crazy For Crying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I now have an Ex Boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I suck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't do anything right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unless it's with God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I couldn't handle it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate Myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5722354966444459335?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5722354966444459335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5722354966444459335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5722354966444459335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5722354966444459335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/crazy-for-trying-and-crazy-for-crying.html' title='Crazy For Trying And Crazy For Crying.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4539187169016783486</id><published>2007-02-26T14:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:31:58.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Braking Hearts Has Never looked So Cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Greys Anatomy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow, I'm obsessed with this show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would go insane if I missed an episode!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, I can't believe she has to choose between&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McDreamy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;McVet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think Finn is better looking than Derek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But it's not about looks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would hate to be in that situation,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate making decisions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personally, I would choose George!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;George is like, nice and, uhh, hot! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hopeful.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But that's just me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum would choose McDreamy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who would you choose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Boyfriend.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have a boyfriend, his name is Paul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It feels so weird saying that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for ten months it was&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My boyfriend's name is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daniel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;78&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was single for 78 days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is 78 days enough to get over someone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For a while, even while I was single&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daniel has been on my mind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even in my dreams!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't escape him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that bad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, I was with him for about ten months, I can't just forget that And I think I may have rushed into things with Paul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't think I still have feelings for Daniel,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, I don't want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But sometimes you just can't control how you feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am over being heartbroken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; But I'm not sure if my feelings for Daniel are gone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I don't know if I should have a boyfriend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm writing this knowing Paul can read it, but, I don;t know if I want him to know that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am I using him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am I taking everything I felt with Daniel and just using the feelings on him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm fucking confused!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song Of The Day.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;and someday, you'd leave me for somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry, why do I let myself worry?&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, what in the world should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for trying, crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you.&lt;br /&gt; ______________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three Guesses who I think about when I sing that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Piercings.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You may have heard I pierced myself last week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I pierced my left ear, just underneath one of my other piercings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Infact, it hurt heaps less then normal piercings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's going well, I clean it and stuff, but it is still tender.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacqueline pierced her ear also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saves us alot of money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone told me it was a stupid thing to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would agree, but I did do alot of research,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't just grab a needle and stick it through hoping for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used sewing needles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;first with a small one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then stretched the hole by putting bigger size needles through, until I could fit the sleeper in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It only bled a tiny bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When Jacqueline did it, hers didn't bleed at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I may do some more in my ears, but I don't think I'd pierce myself anywhere else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ammy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We found each other through the love of Simple Plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Talking to her I had always thought she was cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But now, I think she's F***ING AWESOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't understand why she hasn't got tons of guys after her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ammy is like &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's just, we're both straight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ammy owns my heart!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I love her so much, &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt; so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back off she's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nan's House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum wants me to stay there with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which, is ok, I used to live there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, now, I'm used to having the Internet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She doesn't have Austar [Foxtell, Pay TV]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She doesn't have any form of Gaming Console.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She has puppies and Kittens though! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I'm pretty much going to be totally bored there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pulse.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure, but I got told Pulse starts this week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YES!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have missed it so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have so many ideas for things I can make.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to go with Daniel, and I didn't want to go alone, so Waffle said he will come with me &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which will be &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have missed having a video camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have missed editing videos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see a video that some professional edited for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's footage I recorded, but he edited it for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Should look good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plus I got interviewed for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which was so weird!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Especially seeing the interview!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't like the way I talk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 19px; "&gt;Pen Pal.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have a Pen pal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kayleigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is her name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She lives in the USA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, she's awesome,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, but I already said that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, This blog is pretty big, and I think that's pretty much all I have to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, leave me comments!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4539187169016783486?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4539187169016783486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4539187169016783486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4539187169016783486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4539187169016783486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/braking-hearts-has-never-looked-so-cool.html' title='Braking Hearts Has Never looked So Cool.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6523208724595769471</id><published>2007-02-24T15:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:30:31.861+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6523208724595769471?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6523208724595769471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6523208724595769471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6523208724595769471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6523208724595769471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have.html' title='I have a'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-8732286912617810839</id><published>2007-02-23T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:29:39.108+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so pissed off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sick of these people I call my friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JUST GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FUCKING FAUX FRIENDS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even stupid little friends of friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;STOP WASTING AIR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND DO SOMETHING USEFUL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Like jump off a bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-8732286912617810839?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/8732286912617810839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=8732286912617810839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8732286912617810839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/8732286912617810839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-sick.html' title='So sick'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7307345254680797599</id><published>2007-02-22T08:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:28:31.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnii likes sleeping on the mouse pad @_@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are From Jupiter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/jupiter.jpg" width="100" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are exuberantly curious - and you love to explore newness.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and optimistic, you get a kick out of stimulating intellectual discussions.&lt;br /&gt;Foreign cultures and languages fascinate you. You love the outdoors, animals, and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you tend to exaggerate, so try to keep a lid on that.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you'll continue to be known for your confidence, generosity, and sense of justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..&gt; ..&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; color: black; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color:#a8ffb3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;40% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;30% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;25% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..&gt; ..&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Rule Mercury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/mercury.jpg" width="100" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Close to sun, Mercury has very long days - and is rarely visible to the rest of the solar system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Mercury, because you live for the present - and can truly enjoy a day that goes on forever.&lt;br /&gt;Like Mercury, you are quick and elusive. Your wit is outstanding, and you can win any verbal sparring match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people see you as superficial, but in truth, you just play many roles and have many interests.&lt;br /&gt;A great manipulator, you usually get what you want from people. And they're happy to give it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;___________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey! How are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am tired! it's 8:30am, and I've been up since 6am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I actually slept!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will tell you how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a couple nights ago I went to sleep at 8am @_@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And slept untill 11pm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15 hours sleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I stayed awake until around 8pm last night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will try to start going to bed and getting up at normal times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My eyes are hurting though! =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wanna know what ice cream flavour I am?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;..&gt; ..&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Strawberry Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/strawberry.jpg" width="100" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core.&lt;br /&gt;You often find yourself on the outside looking in.&lt;br /&gt;Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heheheh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strawberry xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's Thursday today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would usually be going to pulse today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but It's not on yet &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bummed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boredom sucks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I should take some panidol my head hurts @_@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh well, I'm going to go read some magazines and maybe put some pink nail polish on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha Yes, I can be girly when I want to be =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/p&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/6166966170260390924-7307345254680797599?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7307345254680797599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7307345254680797599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7307345254680797599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7307345254680797599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/bunnii-likes-sleeping-on-mouse-pad.html' title='Bunnii likes sleeping on the mouse pad @_@'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5349869358684455370</id><published>2007-02-21T02:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:20:47.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;"&gt;I ♥ My friends, Cas, Josh, Jacqueline, Rachael, Ammy, Paul They are my main friends I'm sure I have many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things you should know about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm A christian, but don't think I'm perfect, no, it sucks because trying to be the best i can is hard when I want so many things not of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a virgin ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm obsessed with the movies Ginger Snaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cut myself and it feels good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very emotional, I can be in the worst mood ever then by the end of the day be very happy and jumping around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am lazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love animals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love playboy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jessica Karli" src="http://m3.pimpmyspace.org/cursors/glitter/5508057a99f23dab62f989dd30dec4af.gif" border="0" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not emo, and I'm not a barbie either, I am me and that's all I know how to be, so get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't swear, BUT I think I've lost it and every now and then you will read bulletins with swearing in them, but you won't hear a swear word come out of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words I do say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most people think I'm weird and don't understand the way I live or what goes on inside my head... I feel exactly the same way about myself ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I weigh something like 90kg, yep I'm overweight no need to tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wear a lot of black because,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A)It hides the sweat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B)It's slimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C)Colour don't seem to suit me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D)Black goes with anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 14 piercings, I had 15 but one of them grew out &gt;=[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wear bands on my wrist that i never take off, I've worn them for so long that I actually Can't take them off =| My arms are too fat xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wear gold rings, 2 of them belong to my mother, the other one my ex-bf gave me Like it means anything now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to be nice to everyone but if I really don't like you, I won't try to be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add me on MSN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx-who-will-save-me-now-xx@hotmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make sure you tell me where you got my addy from =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you suck I will block you ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Girls are hot and if I wasn't a christian, I would Probably be bi or something who knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play John Mayers "Your Body Is A wonderland" for me and I will love you =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've only ever made out with one guy so I don't know If I'm a good kisser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was born with Black hair, which turned brown as I grew older. I've been dying my hair since I was 8 years old! Except my hair is almost my natural colour, it has some of my sisters hair colour put through it But you can't see it &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 5 younger sisters =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Jacqueline is first on my top friends =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like watching WWE Raw, and Smackdown hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if I think of you as my friend, We're friends for life, unless you do something that would be stupid for us to be friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a forgiving person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comment me I will comment back, unless I can't be bothered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At my mums house I play the Sims 2 It's another of my addictions =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're up to here after reading all that i think you rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been drunk, but i plan to get drunk one day, just to know how it feels &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And have only ever been room stoned, stupid stoner uncle of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want more piercings, and when I'm old enough I'm getting a tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to have children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something I made inside of me! Its all I want to be when I'm older!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe my job will be something like a foster mum? I don't know lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be totally random, or be totally normal, so normal it's not normal... :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love watching movies, and I love having fun and laughing. I love going on rides like roller coasters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But living where I live I've never actually been on one that goes upside down =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm afraid of the dark, and I watched a video on ghosts and slept with the light one for about a month =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being held in someones arms, feeling so safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get stupid little crushes on guys that don't usually last. I even get crushes on Girls =..&lt;be&gt; I stay up late and sleep in late.&lt;/be&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;be&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do hardly any school work since I do homeschooling and I only see my teacher once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm In Grade ten this year &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suffer highly from &lt;i&gt;Anxiety&lt;/i&gt;. Don't know what anxiety is? check this out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anxiety From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/b&gt; Anxiety is an unpleasant complex combination of emotions that includes fear, apprehension and worry, and is often accompanied by physical sensations such as heart palpitations, nausea, chest pain and/or shortness of breath,and feelings of inner nervousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is why I do home schooling. I have anxiety attacks at school! I pretty much live in anxiety And, I hate it. &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; Without the anxiety, I would probably be a complete different person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[&lt;i&gt;Sorry if I repeat what I say, I'm tired!&lt;/i&gt;] Anxiety, is also the reason, I don't leave the house much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have sleeping problems, I think I may have this "Delayed sleep phase syndrome".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/be&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5349869358684455370?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5349869358684455370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5349869358684455370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5349869358684455370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5349869358684455370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-me.html' title='ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-49560599774609</id><published>2007-02-20T02:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:14:52.995+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Down again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I've been pushed down so many times&lt;br /&gt;I feel this time will be the last&lt;br /&gt;as I lay here fading&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are invaded by memories of my past&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressures of shame and rejection building&lt;br /&gt;as I lay here on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I have no strength to get up&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worth it any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-49560599774609?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/49560599774609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=49560599774609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/49560599774609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/49560599774609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/down-again.html' title='Down again'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-659585460039140435</id><published>2007-02-19T22:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:58:14.018+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly unnoticed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is lonely&lt;br /&gt;Even though you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;She is reaching out&lt;br /&gt;For what, she doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;She will continue to sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;And hope that someone may stumble across&lt;br /&gt;Her and all of her emptiness&lt;br /&gt;But they only hope that they do it in time&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise she will have drifted too far&lt;br /&gt;And she may let go&lt;br /&gt;Of whatever grasp of the world she has&lt;br /&gt;As she slowly fades out of the lives of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Nearly unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not Written By me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-659585460039140435?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/659585460039140435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=659585460039140435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/659585460039140435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/659585460039140435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/nearly-unnoticed.html' title='Nearly unnoticed.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-587159739653624568</id><published>2007-02-19T04:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:13:45.108+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't write these.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feeds on loneliness and creates a void&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A teenager is stricken and destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no sound of laughter or happiness here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little one has thrown in the towel today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is futile to hope and dream and pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emptiness builds a home in this woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this girl, this child where hollows have bred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And eats away at every connecting thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving nothing considered worthy remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Destined to walk through life less ordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone, exiled, different and disdained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&gt; ..&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="poemtext PoemTextLeft " style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Window panes come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the tears and pain&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away&lt;br /&gt;Up above through twilight&lt;br /&gt;Shadows cast across the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of the past&lt;br /&gt;Trembling thoughts of one&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling deep within the soul&lt;br /&gt;A mystical sense of reality&lt;br /&gt;Captured by the craze&lt;br /&gt;All in bewilderment&lt;br /&gt;Of the shock in the wave&lt;br /&gt;Creatures of the dimness&lt;br /&gt;Chattering amongst the green&lt;br /&gt;Everything slows in stillness&lt;br /&gt;What is this we see?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must admit that I have often thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of leaving it all behind and letting everything go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was lost and alone, as I always am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many people around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet no one seems to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say they understand and love me very much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But just when I Trust to love, they forget and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held the knife so close &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as tears, mixed with blood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Began to fall slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a foolish child I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing that I could end it all now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made my mind draw a blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put the knife away and tried to wipe the blood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that ran faster than I can describe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew suicide wasn't the answer I was looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew there was a reason for me being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many bad things happening at once -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They can make you forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About the good qualities of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though life is hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and trouble an inevitable part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you decide to leave it all behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe you will,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I can guarantee that others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....Your Mistake will haunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&gt; ..&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="poemtext PoemTextLeft " style="text-align: center;font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Harsh words &amp;amp; violent blows&lt;br /&gt;Hidden secrets nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are open, hands are fisted&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I'm warped &amp;amp; twisted&lt;br /&gt;So many tricks &amp;amp; so many lies&lt;br /&gt;Too many whens &amp;amp; too many whys&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's special, nobody's gifted&lt;br /&gt;I'm just me, warped &amp;amp; twisted&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping awake &amp;amp; choking on a dream&lt;br /&gt;Listening loudly to a silent scream&lt;br /&gt;Call my mind, the number's unlisted&lt;br /&gt;Lost in someone so warped &amp;amp; twisted&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, alive but dead&lt;br /&gt;Look at the invisible blood I've bled&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gone, my mind has drifted&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect much, I'm warped &amp;amp; twisted&lt;br /&gt;Burnt out, wasted, empty, &amp;amp; hollow&lt;br /&gt;Today's just yesterday's tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The sun died out, the ashes sifted&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here, warped &amp;amp; twisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I press my forehead on the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And through it watch children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing on the lawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desolation pulses through my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my futile fingers reach out for guidance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I savor the blade, sinking deeper than blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can taste tranquility for a wavering instance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The anger flows down my arm as the bitter black blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burns off my fingertips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death swims before me in hazy illusion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Images of eternity skip shamelessly through my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pain surrounds, I am resolved to be - still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I run my hand on the tear stained window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And distorted through it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch children playing on the lawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-587159739653624568?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/587159739653624568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=587159739653624568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/587159739653624568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/587159739653624568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-didnt-write-these.html' title='I didn&apos;t write these.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4908694762712069245</id><published>2007-02-18T01:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:01:17.085+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I sit down in the shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apple juice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have apple juice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday I was craving,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apple juice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmiled.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsad.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsad.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsad.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsad.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I finished my apple juice and banana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emcry.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nah it's ok, i'm over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today, and yesterday have been pretty hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't like heat much, sure it's good when you want to go to the beach!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But when you feel so hot, taking your clothes off doesn't help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think that's just way too hot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It stormed Friday night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lightning lit up the sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Was to beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I stood outside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with no shoes on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and recorded the sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It started to rain T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I gottet wet lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But i don't care it was so awesome &lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmiled.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmile.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's Sunday today &lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmiled.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmiled.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things that aer awesome about today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. I get to see Paul &lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmiled.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. GREYS ANATOMY IS BACK ON F!#$ YEAH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. I get to meet a guy I talk to on MSN lol &lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmile.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. Waffle will most likely come &lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmiled.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, That's a good enough reason to smile &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My bras are in the wash&lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsad.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I only have one pair so when i get them washed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm bra-less &lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emdgust.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll have to bandage my chest! &lt;img height="19" src="http://graphics.hotmail.com/i.p.emsmiled.gif" width="19" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lol, nah I don't think I'd do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object enablejsurl="false" enablehref="false" saveembedtags="true" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvMUvPfcL1s" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will break into your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;With what's written on my heart&lt;br /&gt;I will break, break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick,&lt;br /&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more of this&lt;br /&gt;We can push out, sell out, die out&lt;br /&gt;So you'll shut up&lt;br /&gt;And stay sleeping&lt;br /&gt;With my screaming in your itching ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick,&lt;br /&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear it, I'm screaming it&lt;br /&gt;You're heeding to it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear it! I'm screaming it!&lt;br /&gt;You tremble at this sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sink into my clothes&lt;br /&gt;And this invasion&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;Worthless, hopeless, sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick,&lt;br /&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;Infected with where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss, selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like that song &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whoa I feel somewhat tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it's my headache making my eyes feel sore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's like way too hot to sleep T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blog Ends here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;†Jessy†&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4908694762712069245?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4908694762712069245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4908694762712069245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4908694762712069245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4908694762712069245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/yeah-i-sit-down-in-shower.html' title='Yeah, I sit down in the shower'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-2309445475948272909</id><published>2007-02-12T23:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:56:51.544+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I keep Hitting Myself With A Hammer? Beacuse It feels so good when I stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. &lt;em&gt;Life is messy&lt;/em&gt;. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are &lt;u&gt;way too dangerous&lt;/u&gt; to cross."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Maybe we like the &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels &lt;em&gt;so good&lt;/em&gt; when I stop."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I've heard that &lt;u&gt;it's possible to grow up&lt;/u&gt; - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you she would say "Say when". My aunt would say "Say when" and of course, we never did. We don't say when because there's something about the possibility, of &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;More&lt;/em&gt; tequila, &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; love, &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; anything. &lt;strong&gt;More&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you &lt;u&gt;can't get out of your head&lt;/u&gt;, so that when your lips&lt;em&gt; finally touch&lt;/em&gt; you feel it &lt;strong&gt;everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;. A kiss &lt;em&gt;so hot and so deep&lt;/em&gt; you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"How do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;too much&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to bear?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Greys Anatomy Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-2309445475948272909?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/2309445475948272909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=2309445475948272909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2309445475948272909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/2309445475948272909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-do-i-keep-hitting-myself-with.html' title='Why Do I keep Hitting Myself With A Hammer? Beacuse It feels so good when I stop.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7626210916281536899</id><published>2007-02-09T15:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:53:45.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Family For Life♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pain is all I feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to put up with this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;til i'm something like 40-50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I will stay strong, and be happy in my pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For it is a gift&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I believe being a mother is such a joyous gift&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, also can be a bit of a burden, but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who cares!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt; Sleeping Beauty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b229/-Jessi-girl-/PrincessAuroraSleeping.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love Disney's version&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The original story of Talia, Sun, and Moon is a bit freaky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A story or Rape, murder, cannibalism!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gilly Gish! I can see why They changed it! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/amused.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;______________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waffle [AKA; Winter, Dylan]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;is my 'adopted' Big brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't actually have any brothers.. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blank.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/energetic.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wish I had an older brother, I know that can't happen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I may one day get a little brother... one day in the not so near future&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waffle, please be a good brother?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes, its all I ever wanted, Make my wish come true?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I'm kind of emotional due to teh time of month!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Self Respect:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Don't let Anyone Look Down on You.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1 Tim.4:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beauty:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Your beauty should Be that of your inner self.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1 Pet.3:3-4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was going to write more, but I can't be bothered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;__________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause that's just who I am this week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to get another piercing, but i don't know where to get it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I so want to get an industrial, but I'm not sure where to got o get one, one place I went to said they'd do it for $90&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The place i usually go to said only $50!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but they never have any bars for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Always too small! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I don't know where to get one from anyway [bar].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;maybe another lip piercing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ehh, my lip one is stick stuck in my lip &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blah.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah, that will be hard explaining that to the piercer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its my fault also&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i changed it to early&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from a CBR to a stud&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But the cbr was hurting &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next lip piercing, I'm getting it done with a stud!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still have more room in my ears, probably just get more there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad said Paul can't stay the night at his house! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blah.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/cranky.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/dirty.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because some guy is boarding there *glares at dad*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pfft&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;maybe I should see if I can stay at his house?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Was going to a party tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, I just really can't be stuffed going... &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/cold.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Period pain doesn't help either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am feeling kind of tired, didn't get as much sleep as I usually do &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/pissed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhh well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leave me love, kudos, Comments,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Comment my pics?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lie and tell me I'm, pretty, maybe I will start believing the You..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ciao xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7626210916281536899?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7626210916281536899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7626210916281536899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7626210916281536899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7626210916281536899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/family-for-life.html' title='Family For Life♥'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6825296391646953450</id><published>2007-02-09T03:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:58:32.655+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATES ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my chin has like 3 pimples&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Near my top lip has one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One near my eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lots on my forehead!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;ARGH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't ususally get pimples unless its around the time I get my period&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I thought it couldn't be that because, it's to early&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i got my period tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gahh! &lt;/em&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love Me xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6825296391646953450?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6825296391646953450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6825296391646953450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6825296391646953450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6825296391646953450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-just-girl.html' title='I&apos;m Just A Girl'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-489925356157901129</id><published>2007-02-04T20:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:56:49.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went to church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I went over after church had finished&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Daniel&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I survived I'm so over it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so over everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daniel is a thing of the past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything to do with him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is nothing to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;___________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I put blond in my hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blond!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but, The front isn't dyed, so if you just see the front of me you wouldn't see teh colour at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the back though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or when its plaited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks so awesome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol, although it looks a bit yellow xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's so hard to take photo's of it, because its liek at the back of my hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, the photo's I have uploaded I may be posing weirdly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;____________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think you should comment, tell me if you liek my new hair =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blog ends now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;___________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jessy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.s&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YES paul's coming here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for the night *jumps up and down*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, Tomorrow =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-489925356157901129?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/489925356157901129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=489925356157901129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/489925356157901129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/489925356157901129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-7855014890820586110</id><published>2007-02-04T14:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:06:52.024+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;My mother bought me some blond hair dye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;A lot of people lately have been getting blond in their hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't want to be like a sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;I mean I'm not, but they might think I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;i'm not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;You can hardly see the purple in my hair! *hmpf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;Well mum wants to do my hair now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;Who knows how it will turn out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;If it goes spastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll just wait for a while, and then dye it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 255); color:#ccccff;"&gt;See &lt;sub&gt;You&lt;/sub&gt; Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-7855014890820586110?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/7855014890820586110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=7855014890820586110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7855014890820586110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/7855014890820586110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/bahh.html' title='BAHH!'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3216323119219843543</id><published>2007-02-02T20:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:45:00.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I like the whole chase thing of a guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well I don't really chase guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But like, the whole being flirty and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like, with My first boyfriend Chris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I liked him for about a year and a half before we actually became a couple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then I broke up with him 45 days later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I liked liking him more then I actually liked him..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If that makes sense!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I liked the whole looking at each other from across the room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Without saying a word&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The looks said it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole way he would always try to sit next to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He knew I liked him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had always hoped he liked me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But he never actually admitted it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So i would always wonder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And also, once&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He didn't come to church for ages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[I only ever seen him once a week at Saturday night church]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And when he came back he had a girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I cried at church!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I felt to heartbroken!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't like it when a guy I like totally throws himself at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It ruins the fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't like relationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I like the whole chase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I don't like it when a guy I don't like chases me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One thing I actually miss about having a boyfriend...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kissing! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/artistic.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; P.s I have no idea if that made sense!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's hard to explain what I mean &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/annoyed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3216323119219843543?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3216323119219843543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3216323119219843543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3216323119219843543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3216323119219843543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-like-whole-chase-thing-of-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1229778728068308452</id><published>2007-02-01T19:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:51:39.262+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All That I'm Living For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Early this morning, at like 3am I was eating cerial,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just Right; Original&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I put the milk back, And I think The bowl and spoon out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I accidentally left the cerial in teh loungeroom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, at 8am, about 10 minutes after i got into bed, mum came in my room asking for the cerial!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hahha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm Home alone right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum, and Davie are out somewhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the little kids are at Nans house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its so quiet, I love it, just having some music playing, just nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object enablejsurl="false" enablehref="false" saveembedtags="true" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NFiu-V7StQ" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Idk if that workes, but it a video, so totally awesome how it's made!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll post the link, you can go watch it yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=4NFiu-V7StQ" target="_self" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;Helena; Sims 2 Version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My neck hurts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Add this band, And tell all your friends about it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sendmeadollarcredit" target="_self" style="text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 11px; "&gt;?Perfect Minus One?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you look in the members section&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My name is in there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm the Number One fan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They just need a drummer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, you know, if you live in Hobart, and you play the drums, add them and get in contact!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok, im going now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love Jessy xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1229778728068308452?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1229778728068308452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1229778728068308452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1229778728068308452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1229778728068308452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-that-im-living-for.html' title='All That I&apos;m Living For'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3729351567213732538</id><published>2007-02-01T19:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:45:24.894+11:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. name ? Jessica&lt;br /&gt;2. nickname ? Jessy, Messy jessy&lt;br /&gt;3. single or taken ? single&lt;br /&gt;4. zodiac sign ? Gemini&lt;br /&gt;5. male or female ? female&lt;br /&gt;6. high school ? Um, I'm home schooled&lt;br /&gt;8. eye color ? bluish Greenish&lt;br /&gt;10. hair color ? Brown&lt;br /&gt;11. long or short ? My hair? it touches my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;15. are you health freak ? no lol&lt;br /&gt;16. height ? Tall, um lol idk&lt;br /&gt;17. do you have a crush on someone ? Pfft Crushes are usless&lt;br /&gt;18. do you like yourself ? Yes&lt;br /&gt;19. piercings ? I have 14&lt;br /&gt;20. tattoos ?None yet&lt;br /&gt;21. righty or lefty ? Righty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;22. first surgery ? um idk&lt;br /&gt;23. first piercing besides ears? Nose&lt;br /&gt;24. first best friend ? Cas in grade 4! =]&lt;br /&gt;25. first award ? um not sure&lt;br /&gt;26. first sport you joined ? Soccor? I quit after training once xD&lt;br /&gt;27. first pet ? dog&lt;br /&gt;28. first vacation ? umm, I don't go on much vacations&lt;br /&gt;29. first concert ? Probably Romp lol Idk&lt;br /&gt;30. first crush ? Well, I had lots of little crushes, since I was 5! lol, But my biggest crush was on Christopher Pennicott!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;49. eating ? Nothing =[&lt;br /&gt;50. drinking ? Coke Zero&lt;br /&gt;52. i'm about to ? Write my answer, oh wait I just did =]&lt;br /&gt;53. listening to ? High School never Ends; Bowling For Soup&lt;br /&gt;55. waiting for ? Zone 3? lol&lt;br /&gt;57. wearing ? Blue Jeans, Brown Top, Black jacket! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;58. want kids? ? Um, YES!&lt;br /&gt;59. want to get married?? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;60. careers in mind? ? Gah, idk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? [OR SAME SEX IF YOU SWING THAT WAY]:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;68. lips or eyes? ? Lips? =]&lt;br /&gt;69. hugs or kisses?? Depends on the person&lt;br /&gt;70. shorter or taller ? taller&lt;br /&gt;72. romantic or spontaneous ? A Nice mixture of both!&lt;br /&gt;73. nice stomach or nice arms ? nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;74. sensitive or loud ? Not too loud lol&lt;br /&gt;75. hook-up or relationship ? relationship.&lt;br /&gt;77. trouble maker or hesitant? ? idk Hmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;78. kissed a stranger ?  I kissed a guy I knew over MSN, and it was teh second time meeting him, thats teh closets thing to a starnger!&lt;br /&gt;79. drank bubbles ? Only bubbles in like Coke zero and stuff xD&lt;br /&gt;80. lost glasses/contacts ? Nah&lt;br /&gt;81. ran away from home ? Haha yep, when I was 7, or 8 I walked to my dads house! and tehn when i was 11 I caught a bus from my dads to mums house! xD&lt;br /&gt;82. broken any bones ? Nope!&lt;br /&gt;84. broken somone's heart - Yes, I broke up with them, I felt real bad too, They cried!&lt;br /&gt;85. been arrested ? nope&lt;br /&gt;86. turned someone down ? Yes&lt;br /&gt;87. cried when someone died ? Yup&lt;br /&gt;88. had sex with a snappa ? Um, what?&lt;br /&gt;89. had sex in the last 24 hours ? No&lt;br /&gt;90. kissed in the rain ? Uhh, i can;t remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;91. love at first sight ? no, now &lt;em&gt;lust&lt;/em&gt; at first sight, yes&lt;br /&gt;92. heaven ? Yes&lt;br /&gt;94. sex on the first date ? No,&lt;br /&gt;95. kissing on the first date ? Yeah why not =]&lt;br /&gt;96. angels - Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;97. is there one or more people you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;99. had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;100. do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;repost this as "100 truths"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3729351567213732538?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3729351567213732538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3729351567213732538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3729351567213732538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3729351567213732538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/02/100-truths.html' title='100 truths'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-1269658503295433871</id><published>2007-01-30T14:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:38:40.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your average girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So What I'm Not Your Average Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Don't Meet the Standards of this world"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep that's me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm like an alien to this world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People treat me differently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some can be extra nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some can be extra mean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some people try to act different when I'm around&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not that different Am I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, who I am is all I've been&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know no other way of living.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't imagine not believing and following God&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't follow him as much as I should anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have had people at my church tell me I seem perfect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hardly ever pray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hardly ever read the bible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also, I can control my swearing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also someone asked how I can stand not having sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I made a promise to God that I wouldn't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me wanting to keep that prmoise is stronger than any feelings for sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Because, I have had many chanced to have sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm saving it for marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway enough about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know when most people ask that, they don't really want to know how you are, its seems more of a way to say hello.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sure some people may say it and actually want to know how you are feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But do they really care?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I do,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So tell me, how are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tell me in full detail how you are, I really liek to know what's going on in my friends lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if you're reading this, then you must be my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you want to know something about me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel more comptitable in a crowd when i'm behind a video camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, I just love being behind a camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love taking photos, I love editing photos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love making recording on a video camera, I love editing it all together, and making it your own, showing people your ponit of view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also, don't mind being in front of the camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paul is coming to my house today, infact he should be here soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He said he will bring me chewing gum, I love chewing gum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was one person who said they never seen me without chewing gum in my mouth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But they only seen me once a week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My 16th birthday this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I never know what I want for presents, I hate it when people ask me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I also don't like getting presents I have no use for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, if you plan on getting me a birthday present, just get me money in a card!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I need money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want to save up for a digital video camera!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My parents want me to get a job...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can hardly go up to a shop and buy stuff, what makes them think I want to work at one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's not much I can do anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went for a walk while at pauls house, and now my legs hurt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so unfit! =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe I should walk more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, i'm moving to gagebrook, I don't really want to walk around there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't mind Glenorchy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Claremont is ok, but Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My ringtones on my phone are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Calls: Hitchin' A Ride- Green Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SMS: Brain Stew- Green Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just realised I have a Green day theme going on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are my blogs interesting to read?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wouldn't know, I know Ammy's are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hers are always so fun to read! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have subscribed to her blog so I always know when she has written a new one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paul's not here yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When he gets here I will finish this blog, Unless I run out of things to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, check out my videos, I posted one of Paul waving his arms, although, my ghey laugh is in it &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the camrea made my laugh sound even ghey-er!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think more of my friends should write blogs, I enjoy reading what's going on in their lives, and what they're thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My black nail polish is wearing off =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate having to put it on, I usually wait til its all off before I put it on again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a dream last night, I can't quite remember it though, All I can remember is seeing Waffle in it =S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mood is drained, I shouldn't feel drained, I had like 12 hours sleep last night, But I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel like I have no energy, when I should&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People think I'm lazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean sure I can be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But at stuff like school discos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would hardly ever sit down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was always on the floor dancing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Which would cause my legs to be cramped the next day xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, Paul just messaged me, he is like 5 minutes away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, he's here now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he bought tim tams!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love tim tams! =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, well I said I would go when he gets here so Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Please comment if you read this]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love Jessy xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-1269658503295433871?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/1269658503295433871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=1269658503295433871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1269658503295433871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/1269658503295433871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-your-average-girl.html' title='Not your average girl'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-5778099361860471848</id><published>2007-01-29T03:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:29:01.639+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang, bang you're dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;"When I am gone, you will all have this to ponder and maybe realize why I did what I did. A little push in front of other kids is a very big deal, particularly when you know it's gonna happen to you every single day, every single day, every single day, you are almost relieved when it actually happens. You are always waiting, waiting for the next attack. They don't just hurt kids, they make you hurt yourself. I cant take two more years of this, and the more they call me the mad bomber, the more they are scaring themselves. They dont know what am capable of, they dont know what I can do, and then there's the sanctuary of home sweet home. So, the play, yes Mr. do-gooder, why does he even bother? Doesn't he know its already too late? Sometimes I see the way things could've been, I just wish I could be the person she thinks I am. Kids can be the most ruthless people in the world. They can just be supernaturally cruel. You've got to be a man! Be a man! BE A MAN! Sometimes you just wanna cry. Sometimes hate is the only real thing in the world. You can stop loving someone, but hate seems to go on forever. People respect hate. It speaks, it vibrates. Some people don't even need a gun to hurt you. They use words or laughter. They enjoy watching you bleed to death. They get off watching you fighting back the tears, getting a lump in your throat, blushing, wanting to cry, and they give you a name: Trashcan, pizzaface, loser, faggot, loser, weirdo, spaz, retard. You know the name does something to you. It changes who you are, it alters your molecules and one day you wake up and you look in the mirror and you don't recognize yourself anymore, because you believe them. They win you lose. You wanna cry, please leave me alone, but nobody listens, because nobody cares, because you don't have a name anymore because they took it away, and then one day they say that name and you hear something go snap. You realize what you gotta do, you gotta take back your name and you've gotta do it in front of the whole school because that's where they took your name away from you. You gotta do it so every kid will remember. This is about justice and after a while you can only think of one way: Jonesboro, Springfield, Paducah, Columbine, a gun, a bomb, instant justice, Ba-bang! But what a rush when they roll out that yellow tape, miles and miles of yellow tape. They won't have enough when I'm finished. So when these hallways are flooded with rivers of blood, when these hallways are choked with their corpses in body bags you all say oh what a tragedy, oh what a tragedy, but possibly after viewing my tapes, you wont be so quick to judge. Maybe that's why I was put in this earth. So consider this my last will and testament."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:script;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;-Bang, Bang, You're Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-5778099361860471848?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/5778099361860471848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=5778099361860471848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5778099361860471848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/5778099361860471848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/bang-bang-youre-dead.html' title='Bang, bang you&apos;re dead.'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4227802941681487257</id><published>2007-01-27T08:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:24:22.724+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're Fuct"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessy&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;sore&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was head banging a couple of nights ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now, the back of her neck, and her shoulders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;fuct&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, She is in &lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt;, and can hardly move her neck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she &lt;u&gt;hates&lt;/u&gt; it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think Green Day is an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; band&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not only their music, but the &lt;em&gt;meanings&lt;/em&gt; behind the songs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;lyrics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The videos to the songs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truly awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paul &lt;strong&gt;Hates&lt;/strong&gt; writing Blogs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He seriously got angry for the first time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[First time as in that I've known him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I haven't slept yet.. &lt;em&gt;*yawns*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Internet Movie Data Base&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I was reading through message boards, and I realised it was like 5am!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost 9am now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am going to go to bed soon I think..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I seen Epic Movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have no idea what Epic means!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, the movie was pretty cool, I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most people on the Imdb site hated it lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I felt kinda out of place there &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I loved it when a look-a-like Paris hilton walkes out of the shop, and says&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm So Hot"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then someone fall on her from the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, I admit, the only reason I wanted to See House Of Wax is to se Paris die.. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lions Gates films rock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Freaking cat keeps getting on the keyboard&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/devious.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I killed a fly tonight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was dying on the desk...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was there for over an hour, and it was still alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I had to put it out of its misery!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I squshed it... ew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I felt kinda bad lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I felt better when I thought of how annoying Flys are! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/irate.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ammy? and I figured out the reason we love each other so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't tell anyone but we're aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, another bit I like from Epic Movie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;*gasp*&lt;/em&gt; Its Stiflers Mom"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure its thats the exact wording but its something like that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I still have at least 1/4 a tub of large pop corn left from the cinemas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Hair is dark brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It looks black in pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Makes me look even more pale!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love my pale skin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Teehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My neck hurts so bad &lt;em&gt;*cries*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gahh, I'm going to bed now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ttyl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leave me love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4227802941681487257?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4227802941681487257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4227802941681487257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4227802941681487257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4227802941681487257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/youre-fuct.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re Fuct&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-4189999285287076714</id><published>2007-01-24T01:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:36:33.278+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Written about me had to blog it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You break hearts and care for none...&lt;br /&gt;Thats because you only care for one...&lt;br /&gt;You say ur "just frends" which we know is a lie...&lt;br /&gt;Before i left you i wanted to die...&lt;br /&gt;You break hearts and care for none...&lt;br /&gt;Thats because you only care for one...&lt;br /&gt;Yourself! Noone else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paul not knows wat he is gettin into...&lt;br /&gt;but i do...&lt;br /&gt;The same fate he will suffer just like all the rest...&lt;br /&gt;Dumping after dumping and a very saw chest...&lt;br /&gt;He will hurt and have pain rite until the end...&lt;br /&gt;You will dump no more but find another frend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rub it in like its your own personal pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;But he's the one missing out on the tresure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be over paul before you know it...&lt;br /&gt;End it now before you blow it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Leale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-4189999285287076714?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/4189999285287076714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=4189999285287076714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4189999285287076714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/4189999285287076714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/written-about-me-had-to-blog-it.html' title='Written about me had to blog it'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3917193887871619774</id><published>2007-01-23T22:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:32:39.118+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;Yeah someone wanted to see a pic of me with eyeliner on &lt;img alt=";P" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0771.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;fair enough&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;you don't wear it that much&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:04 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;?*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;Only when I can be bothered putting it on&lt;img alt=":P" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0739.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;its my fav makeup!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;it would be my favorite to, except I don't wear make-up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;&lt;img alt=":P" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0739.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;hahahahah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;&lt;img alt=":P" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0739.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:06 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;I reckon one day, I'll get forced into it by you and your sisters....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:06 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:06 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;&lt;img alt="(AA)" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0764.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:06 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;i think so too &lt;img alt=":D" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0639.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:06 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:06 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;oh well&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:06 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;something to look forward to......sort of lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:07 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;I really hate stuff going near my eyes... lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:07 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;well, so did ZDaniel, but then he practised!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:07 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:08 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;just a small favor, could you please stop comparing me to him or bring him up as much? lol, yeha silly thing &lt;img alt=":S" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img0709.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:08 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;Sorry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:08 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;lol its ok&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:09 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;I just find it 'strange' for me to talk about him&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:10 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 128, 192); "&gt;Jessy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 169, 217); "&gt;;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127); "&gt;†&lt;/span&gt;|||How h&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(1, 177, 228); "&gt;&lt;img alt="=./" src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/USER/My%20Documents/My%20Chat%20Logs/pow_escape@hotmail.com/Images/MsgPlus_Img1359.png" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt; Sorry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;th style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#949494;"&gt;(10:10 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paul George Wils:&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;yeah thats ok, just lets talk about something else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I compare him to Daniel to much O.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I feel bad! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/bummed.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3917193887871619774?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3917193887871619774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3917193887871619774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3917193887871619774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3917193887871619774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-thoughts.html' title='Stupid thoughts'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-3910195671331313785</id><published>2007-01-21T17:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:22:42.639+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha Paul is staying here the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His mum called my mum, she told mum that she can tell him to help with some house work cuz she don't want him to sponge off us or something lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha I don't hardly do any housework &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/energetic.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SCRATCH THAT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His dad just said he can't FREAKING HELL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parents can suck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacqueline's friends have stayed here, but when I want a friend here it can't happen! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/devious.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok I'm not happy now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so go away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-3910195671331313785?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/3910195671331313785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=3910195671331313785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3910195671331313785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/3910195671331313785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/pfft.html' title='Pfft'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6380484906938759478</id><published>2007-01-15T18:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:19:40.098+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's waste time chasing cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll do it all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or anyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't quite know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those three words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are said too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're not enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's waste time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing cars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around our heads &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need your grace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To remind me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To find my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before we get too old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I ever was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're all I can see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know where &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confused about how as well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just know that these things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will never change for us at all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6380484906938759478?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6380484906938759478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6380484906938759478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6380484906938759478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6380484906938759478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-waste-time-chasing-cars.html' title='Let&apos;s waste time chasing cars'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166966170260390924.post-6134292034360530735</id><published>2007-01-12T07:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:09:33.631+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut deep</title><content type='html'>I see it flash quickly before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to listen to any of its lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps lying "I'll do you no harm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, it does feel good blood running down my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in my head the blade going in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of pain as it slices my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what would happen if I went to far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do this to die, just for the pain and scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day if I'm not careful I could take my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for help instead of Jesus I went to the knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©copyright 2006 Jessica Karli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6166966170260390924-6134292034360530735?l=jessicakarli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/feeds/6134292034360530735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6166966170260390924&amp;postID=6134292034360530735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6134292034360530735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6166966170260390924/posts/default/6134292034360530735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicakarli.blogspot.com/2007/01/cut-deep.html' title='Cut deep'/><author><name>Jessica Karli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05405522351353888569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRUI9lZ04Pw/Szd83BF1gTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uu5Sg5MJCMc/S220/11435_362367145116_583400116_10006138_1578489_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
