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  <title>shattered glass</title>
  <subtitle>mimi</subtitle>
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    <name>mimi</name>
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  <updated>2007-03-31T00:45:31Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:burning_cars:863</id>
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    <title>Things To Do</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T20:29:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T00:45:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Miami-Against Me!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here's my list of things I want to do sooooon:&lt;br /&gt;-Save up $500 and spend it on clothes&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strike&gt;Buy I Love Love by Moschino&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finish the Book &lt;u&gt;Uglies&lt;/u&gt; By Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;-Not go to summer school&lt;br /&gt;-Improve my vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;-Go to more concerts&lt;br /&gt;-Re-do my room&lt;br /&gt;-Get more friends&lt;br /&gt;-Improve my bass playing skill&lt;br /&gt;-Learn a new language&lt;br /&gt;-Lose 10 pounds&lt;br /&gt;-Join a team sport&lt;br /&gt;-Find a new hobby&lt;br /&gt;-Better myself&lt;br /&gt;-Hug 10 people each day&lt;br /&gt;-Find more things to add to this list</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:burning_cars:608</id>
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    <title>State of Mind</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T09:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-24T20:30:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>911 For Peace-Anti-Flag</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I guess since I have nothing to talk about I will use this to describe everything that means something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img width="80" height="96" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/crucifyxcore/ecstacy.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img width="90" height="96" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/crucifyxcore/thz1947674.png" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img width="85" height="100" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/crucifyxcore/thfriends.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img width="150" height="101" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/crucifyxcore/z21060960.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/crucifyxcore/cellphone.gif" style="width: 68px; height: 105px;" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img width="92" height="100" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m275/crucifyxcore/1348377a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 1. &lt;font size="4"&gt;Ecstasy: &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;Ecstasy is something I think should be legal, but regulated and maybe even taxed. Whenever I use it, I find myself in a state of mind similar to that of being in love or achieving something I always thought was unachievable. I feel that I'm at my best whenever I pop. I hope this isn't the start of an addiction, since I'm only 13 years old. I love the rush of euphoria I feel, its probably one of the most amazing feelings I have ever experienced. I feel like I'm on top of the world, its such an unexplainable feeling one would have to experience it to know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;  2. &lt;font size="4"&gt;Music: &lt;font size="2"&gt;Music is one of my only outlets, and its just amazing seeing what it can do to me. If I'm in a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;horrible&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; mood, I feel like crap and i want to die I can just turn on my iPod and soon enough I'm feeling better. When I play my bass, its such an amazing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;experience&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; especially if I'm playing a song I love. I wish more people could realize that music is such a great escape. I have considered putting myself to rest a few times, but after listing to some Weezer or Cypress Hill I come back to my senses. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;3. &lt;font size="4"&gt;Friends: &lt;font size="2"&gt;Friends are amazing. I love being with them and sharing my feelings. My friends can always make me laugh and make me feel good about myself. A day without them would be like a day without air. It's very hard for me to function without them. I love my friends to death, but I think everyone at some point gets sick of a few of their friends. Even though we have put each other through hard times and talk about each other behind our backs, I could never stand losing one of them. I just wish I could learn to appreciate them even more, because sometimes I feel that I am taking them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;font size="4"&gt;Love: &lt;font size="2"&gt;Love. There's not one single word to describe this. I know its pretty cliche for a thirteen year old girl to say they're in love. But who cares about being cliche? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I think its pretty natural for any girl my age to say they're in love, but I know its real. The boy I love is amazing, and I love everything about him. We can be lying in my bed for hours just holding each other not saying anything but it still ends up being a wonderful time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; He is the one single most thing I would sacrifice almost anything for. I am in love. Nothing can stop me from loving, nor could I stop myself from loving. I don't think its &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;possible&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; to describe this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;font size="4"&gt;The Phone: &lt;font size="2"&gt;Talking on the phone-of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;course&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;. I love wasting my time talking on the phone telling my friends what color I'm painting my nails as we're talking or what food I'm heating up in the microwave. Its such a great way to go over my phone bill-but that's what thousands of minuets a month are good for. I usually end up &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;rambling&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; on about something stupid I'm watching on TV. But my friends know better than to stop me mid-sentence telling me that they have something better to be doing, and just wait till I finish what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;font size="4"&gt;Life: &lt;font size="2"&gt;Life is so amazing. I feel so sorry for the people who chose to end it. I wish they would have found something that could have helped them. I'm so lucky to have the people I have that I can talk to about life anytime I feel that something is going wrong or I feel sad. I know that a lot of people don't think they have anyone to talk to, but I'm pretty sure they can find someone-anyone. A teacher, a friend, a grandparent, a sister, your dog. Everyone needs someone-and I suggest you find your person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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