<?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-3824616344592136892</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:40:32.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-9172887968096782360</id><published>2010-07-31T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:16:31.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you're oh so sorry dad, I truly believe that you're a better man.</title><content type='html'>Soooo I guess I have a few updates. A lot has changed but there isn't much to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I broke up with Antonio. I think we both saw it coming. Maybe he thought he saw a light at the end of the tunnel, but it was a train. I don't really know, but we're still friends, and honestly, I feel closer to him than I did before we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tanis is mad at me. God knows why, I don't know why the fuck he feels like it's his damn place to pass judgements on me without understand ANYTHING, but so be it. His parents are the same fucking way. They feel the need to tell Dani's parents what they're doing "wrong" all the time. What the fuck. Who died and left you in charge of how she was parented? Nobody? Then shut the fuck up, you ignorant fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate people like that. He's seriously pissed because MY BOYFRIEND was busy being a douchebag, so I was joking around with Jessi while they were trying to kiss and Dani kept laughing at what we would say. I missed the part where that was MY fault. Where my phantom hand grabbed her head and turned her away. Oh wait, what? It didn't? Right! So shut the fuck up! I mean I may have a bad temper but he beats me by a loooongshot. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it guys. Just a little rant. /: Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-9172887968096782360?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/9172887968096782360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-youre-oh-so-sorry-dad-i-truly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/9172887968096782360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/9172887968096782360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-youre-oh-so-sorry-dad-i-truly.html' title='I know you&apos;re oh so sorry dad, I truly believe that you&apos;re a better man.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-4881185603481290451</id><published>2010-07-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:37:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to be a man, but I'm doing all I can.</title><content type='html'>-copy/pasted from my tumblr-&lt;br /&gt;So times are hard. I know I sound like some old banned novel but I’m serious.&lt;br /&gt;My mom just got fired because some nurse was talking bullshit about her to the manager, and since she’s still on orientation they don’t have to investigate it, they just have to decide to say “Fuck you and your family” and fire her.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but she went to the neurologist about her twitch and they think she has a brain tumor, so she has to get an MRI, and without the (shitty) insurance she WAS on, it’s thousands of dollars. OUT OF POCKET. And we can’t afford that. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do. I really don’t. At this point I think I’d be in my right mind to just… leave. But I can’t abandon her like that.&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped taking my meds for a few days and I’m going FUCKING BATSHIT BANANAS. Oh my god. I need it. Now. Holyshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you actually want updates, my tumblr is your best bet, 'cause I put random junk on there all the time, and I'm much more likely to update.&lt;br /&gt;http://dearlucid.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-4881185603481290451?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/4881185603481290451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-hard-to-be-man-but-im-doing-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/4881185603481290451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/4881185603481290451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-hard-to-be-man-but-im-doing-all-i.html' title='It&apos;s hard to be a man, but I&apos;m doing all I can.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-3258115088270511332</id><published>2010-06-30T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:52:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't hate like they do...</title><content type='html'>...am I ever on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THINGS FIRST. I wanna thank everyone for all the nice comments, they make me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio's being a butt lately. He has a temper and it showed the other night, so I was like "alright I'm just gonna go." and left for the night, but he hasn't talked to me since. I really don't know what he has to be mad about... It was HIS temper... I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless. I went out for my sister's birthday with my dad, stepmom and half-sister the other day. It was enjoyable enough. I was paranoid the whole time, and I constantly was mistaken for being 21, but it was an okay time. The food was good, although it was a steakhouse and I'm vegetarian xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna jump in the shower soon. I haven't done anything productive today. I've been up not even four hours and it's 7 at night, that's almost sad... Plus all I've done is check my e-mail, watch Tarzan, play guitar and cook. I really need to get back into parkour because I'm so out of practice lately I probably couldn't even do a kong vault anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't done anything cause-related lately. In case that's too vague for anyone reading, what I mean is like, Day of Silence, One Day Without Shoes, etc. I haven't heard any upcoming days, but holyshit I want the WBC to come protest up here so I can give them a piece of my mind. They may have been yelled at before, but I promise I'm a whole different breed of activist, and they won't come back up to Philly. I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get some sun this summer. Not skin-cancer status tan, but honestly, I'm paler than an albino ghost in the middle of December ALL YEAR. It's sad. I'm seriously paler than a friend of mine, and she's an albino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look like they do, and I don't love like they do.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hate like they do... am I ever on your mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-3258115088270511332?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/3258115088270511332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-hate-like-they-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/3258115088270511332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/3258115088270511332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-hate-like-they-do.html' title='I don&apos;t hate like they do...'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-2382857943427042968</id><published>2010-06-21T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:27:26.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't lose you again. I'm not strong enough.</title><content type='html'>Well hello, internet! :D&lt;br /&gt;So far my summer's been good. I feel like bleh lately, so I've been sitting at home. I really don't want my mama bear to come over tonight, but she's friends with my sister so I don't have much of a choice, and she insists on seeing me, even though I don't want to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Like, FUCK, DUDE, NO. I FEEL LIKE SHIT AND WANT TO SLEEP. STOP IT.&lt;br /&gt;Gah, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;So Antonio's being a poop and not answering. Well I only said "hi" once xD; but still. Then again, he tends to just... leave, and not bother signing off or telling anyone xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to dye my hair blue again... I dunno. It's a pain in the ass to do it, and it kills my hair, but hey, why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do blue tips or something this time.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Antonio doesn't like unnatural things xD;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings, tattoos, hair dye, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for HIM, anyway. Cause I'm fuckin' doin' it up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-2382857943427042968?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/2382857943427042968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-lose-you-again-im-not-strong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/2382857943427042968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/2382857943427042968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-lose-you-again-im-not-strong.html' title='I can&apos;t lose you again. I&apos;m not strong enough.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-8280218721611925262</id><published>2010-06-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:34:46.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're just like superstars.</title><content type='html'>Woot. Summer's off to a good start. Party last night, party tonight. Going up to New York to see Antonio again on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so anticipating this change of scenery. Philly, I love you, but you're driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my story got published on Violence Unsilenced. It felt so good to get something I've held in for so long off of my chest. Not only that, but there's so much support, from people you don't even know. Everybody is encouraging. And to anybody that's following this from Violence Unsilenced, thanks for the support. I appreciate it so much, it's people like you that make this world worth living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anybody feels like following me on Twitter, it's JahtzeeLovesSam. It's usually just lyrics, but hey, better than nothing. If anything you get to find new music, and who doesn't love new music? Crazy people, that's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to see Paramore this summer. I forget exactly who they're going on tour with though...&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, my concert resume is rather sad as of late. Last concert I went to was Lights, Owl City and Paper Route. The concert was good, but the audience sucked, especially for Philly. Seriously, we're usually a fucking awesome crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot for Philly, and our hoagies and wooder. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also addicted to John Mayer at the moment. Not even his new album, but a lot of his old stuff. It's all SO GOOD. I saw him back in February and he's so damn funny xD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! I has Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really have much else to write about. Nothing's really going on lately, just a lot of plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Internet, I bid you good day, and we will meet again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-8280218721611925262?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/8280218721611925262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-just-like-superstars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/8280218721611925262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/8280218721611925262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-just-like-superstars.html' title='We&apos;re just like superstars.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-8407199406155789854</id><published>2010-06-16T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:51:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only light I ever saw.</title><content type='html'>So I'm in a rather "bleh" mood.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in a while. Not that anybody really cares, but, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;Last day of class was today. I'm gonna miss it a lot, honestly. It doesn't feel like summer.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Antonio, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since March, I've...&lt;br /&gt;Started taking zoloft, fun. I also did better in school and got glasses, I also got a boyfriend. His name is Antonio but we call him Antwon xD;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now. I mean, not literally right now cause I'm kinda tired and whatnot, but regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chopped all my hair off. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I read a bunch of books.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go, no patience. later! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-8407199406155789854?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/8407199406155789854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-only-light-i-ever-saw.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/8407199406155789854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/8407199406155789854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-only-light-i-ever-saw.html' title='You&apos;re the only light I ever saw.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-6279816945406780904</id><published>2010-03-23T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:31:55.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Happiness.</title><content type='html'>I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be depressed. It's not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find too much comfort in misery. Instead of climbing out of this hole, I crouched down and called it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy, but I think depression makes me feel... special?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. We'll go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately want to grab a dream and run with it. To be happy and successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so far out of reach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Dinner. Au revior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-6279816945406780904?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/6279816945406780904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/6279816945406780904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/6279816945406780904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-happiness.html' title='Finding Happiness.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-4556613988571200213</id><published>2010-02-22T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:39:08.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak Warfare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe I'm just scared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else know that "School can go fuck itself" feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From September 2nd to June 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck school.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I hate it. I mean, the teachers are fine, but I get super anxious and can't pay attention to anything but the clock. ESPECIALLY when there's like two minutes left of class and the teacher won't shut the hell up and I'm sitting there tapping my pen and counting the amplified seconds until the bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have half a year of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then four more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just go with a bachelor's degree..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who doesn't understand why the Bachelor/ette even EXISTS if there hasn't been ONE wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slan leat, Irdilion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824616344592136892-4556613988571200213?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/4556613988571200213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartbreak-warfare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/4556613988571200213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/4556613988571200213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartbreak-warfare.html' title='Heartbreak Warfare.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824616344592136892.post-4893189027823126400</id><published>2010-02-18T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:02:57.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially at night, I worry over situations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's late.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My eyes should be shut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have to get up in 6 hours, and I won't get to bed for at least another 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll kick myself for this tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Regardless, here's to my first blog post, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I actually only really have this to vent. That, and I wrote a story for Violence Unsilenced and wanted to be able to post a blog link in case anyone wanted updates or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Or maybe I'm the only one that cares about the happiness of pixels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So I think JD should definitely still be on Scrubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seriously, all of the episodes were from his perspective. What's this bullshit about him not being there anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Louis is coming over to hang out tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We're making brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At least, we should be. I can't guarantee I'll get the mix and I used the last of my ingredients on the red velvet cake I made for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have a shitload of chocolate leftover from Valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seriously. That's all I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, I lied. My girlfriend, who shall henceforth be referred to as Gina, got me Sirius Black's wand replica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love her, and Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I'm too poor to turn up the heat and I'm already swimming in blankets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hahaha. I love that this has absolutely NO topic at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, on the bright side, I'm doing two cosplays this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One is a group cosplay, I'm going as Sakura, my girlfriend as Sasuke, and then a few other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then just my girlfriend and I are going as Kairi and Sora. I'm Kairi. I think. I mean, she's a bit... flat-chested. And she's more masculine, not that she doesn't love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Plus she's taller than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then again, who isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On the downside, cosplay.com is down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My face itches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't feel like going to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I always wake up with a massive headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Blech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well,  since this is my first post here, I suppose I'll say some random things about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My name is Jordan. I'm a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wish my name was a bit more interesting though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like Tegan, or Violette, or SOMETHING more interesting that Jordan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And preferably more feminine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm not a very open person. To people I know, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm pretty awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm a vegetarian. I'm pansexual and I'm an atheist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm a Harry Potter FANATIC. It's probably unhealthy. The only thing left to do is make a shrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Music makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Unless it's sad music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Time Square is my favorite place to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I write songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I suppose that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's midnight and I'm just about ready to collapse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, internet, I bid you goodnight. Or good morning, to those of you further East than me.&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/3824616344592136892-4893189027823126400?l=abusati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/feeds/4893189027823126400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/02/especially-at-night-i-worry-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/4893189027823126400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3824616344592136892/posts/default/4893189027823126400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abusati.blogspot.com/2010/02/especially-at-night-i-worry-over.html' title='Especially at night, I worry over situations.'/><author><name>Le Strange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06976154737402306647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CCWZxJfDBEQ/S34cKmQC3HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/a-xEQfXsa8c/S220/Onatrain..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
