<?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-2267655521122023169</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:36:00.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear, We're Slow Dancing In A Burning Room</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anberlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510740406670323884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOoKTA55xxU/R6uuZQf3AGI/AAAAAAAAABA/jQWgF4C4MyI/S220/Love+Icon+7.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267655521122023169.post-8719347282932785795</id><published>2008-02-19T14:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:23:00.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Always Swore To You I'd Never Fall Apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dyed my hair last night. I like it. Although, I'm not sure what to call it since sometimes it looks brown, then red, then blonde-ish. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so angry that Jane didn't call me last night, or this morning even, to tell me that she wasn't going to school. Because she failed to do so, I was unable to prearrange another ride in time. So, I didn't go to school today. The reason I am so angry about missing today is because I do not need to have an unexcused absence at school. Because, you can never make up missed work with one. Grr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really need to clean my room. I think I will do that after I post this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sean's crying is really starting to get to me. He hasn't stopped crying all freaking morning. I feel like my head is about to explode into a million different pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom, Glenn and I watched part of season 1 of Heroes last night. I love that show! We are supposed to be getting the rest of the season from Blockbuster today at some point. Yeah, it's so stupid because they have it spread out over 7 discs. So you have to rent Disc 1, then Disc 2, so on and so forth. It's retarded. I guess whatever gets them more money is what they will do. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'm off to clean my room and be productive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Au revoir!&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/2267655521122023169-8719347282932785795?l=piggypirate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/feeds/8719347282932785795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267655521122023169&amp;postID=8719347282932785795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/8719347282932785795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/8719347282932785795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8719347282932785795' title='I Always Swore To You I&apos;d Never Fall Apart...'/><author><name>Anberlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510740406670323884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOoKTA55xxU/R6uuZQf3AGI/AAAAAAAAABA/jQWgF4C4MyI/S220/Love+Icon+7.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267655521122023169.post-7846632095379445012</id><published>2008-02-10T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:11:48.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Compares To A Quiet Evening Alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. Today was a really good day. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to thank Kristen for driving to BG twice today for me, and Sparky for allowing Pickle and Puff to come over. *dances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to do my stupid history I.Ds...but I really just don't feel like it. Especially since SOMEONE made me take my medicine. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of medicine, my catscan is scheduled for Tuesday at 11 AM. I'm not scared, yet I am. I am pretty sure nothing is wrong with me, but I can't help but wonder, what if there is? =/ Wow. My sister just walked in here, read what I have written so far and went "Haha, what's the catscan for?" to which I replied "It's for my brain." She then went "hahaha, won't it be funny if they don't find a brain.", made this face, O_o and left the room. She sure is something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well. I am going to go watch tv/work on my I.Ds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267655521122023169-7846632095379445012?l=piggypirate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/feeds/7846632095379445012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267655521122023169&amp;postID=7846632095379445012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/7846632095379445012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/7846632095379445012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7846632095379445012' title='Nothing Compares To A Quiet Evening Alone...'/><author><name>Anberlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510740406670323884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOoKTA55xxU/R6uuZQf3AGI/AAAAAAAAABA/jQWgF4C4MyI/S220/Love+Icon+7.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267655521122023169.post-2965514671828532857</id><published>2008-02-09T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:34:08.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got really bored, so I decided to take some personality quizzes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.blogthings.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get them. They have a bunch so, have fun. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/white.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are pure, moral, and adaptable.You tend to blend into your surroundings. Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends. You believe that you live a virtuous life. You tend to judge others with a harsh eye. As a result, people tend to crave your approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are 84% pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're so pure ... you make a nun look like a whore! There's a lot of life's dark side left for you to experience... if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You should be a politician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/grow-8.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Confident, assertive, and dedicated - you know what you want in life and how to get it. Stubborn and opinionated, you can stand your ground... even if it's unpopular. And while you have strong views, you never overwhelm people with your opinions. A true charmer, you subtly influence people into seeing things your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Work according to your own rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Can change the world with what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good lawyer or talk show host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do Men Think You Are A Tease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a tiny tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/domenthinkyoureateasequiz/tiny-tease.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You like to flirt and show off your body, but what confident woman doesn't. You enjoy male attention, and you're usually pretty good at not leading men on. However, there are times when you get carried away with your sexy behavior. It's okay to use your amazing flirting powers for good - but never for evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidding Meaning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well! That is all for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Au Revoir!&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/2267655521122023169-2965514671828532857?l=piggypirate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/feeds/2965514671828532857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267655521122023169&amp;postID=2965514671828532857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/2965514671828532857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/2965514671828532857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2965514671828532857' title=''/><author><name>Anberlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510740406670323884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOoKTA55xxU/R6uuZQf3AGI/AAAAAAAAABA/jQWgF4C4MyI/S220/Love+Icon+7.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267655521122023169.post-818549040543604840</id><published>2008-02-08T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:33:54.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want You Close, Where You Can Stay Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     I am so tired. I feel like I'm about to fall over and just pass out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     I went to Bowling Green with Jane and Abner today. It was fun filled. Although it was kind of frustrating because I could feel the awkward annoyed vibes that Jane was sending to Abner. That is the only thing that makes me not want to hang out with my friends. It just always seems like, if I wasn't there, then none of them would be friends. I hate feeling like I have to be the counselor, constantly making sure that they are all getting along. Aside from the minor mood clashings, we ended up finding two pants and a shirt that Jane loved. So, our mall trip was successful. Oh! And the best thing ever!!! If you go to Auntie Anne's (best pretzel place EVER!) at about 8:30, right as they are closing, you get any pretzel that they have left for only a dollar. *arm pump* Me and Mom are going to be making trips to BG now just to get those pretzels. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     On a more darker note, Me and Ketchup were going to talk to Jane about her editing skills on the articles people write for our newspaper at school. But, since we both knew that she would take it completely as an attack on her ability to edit papers, we decided to just wait until the next time she was actually editing papers, so as to not seem so...blunt and mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;     I have so much homework to do this weekend, I think my head is going to explode. Why must teachers assign so much on the weekend?! Must be a disease that is injected into your brain the day you become a teacher. *shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pickle just got online, so I am going to go talk to him! *dances*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Au Revoir!&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/2267655521122023169-818549040543604840?l=piggypirate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/feeds/818549040543604840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267655521122023169&amp;postID=818549040543604840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/818549040543604840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/818549040543604840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#818549040543604840' title='I Just Want You Close, Where You Can Stay Forever...'/><author><name>Anberlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510740406670323884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOoKTA55xxU/R6uuZQf3AGI/AAAAAAAAABA/jQWgF4C4MyI/S220/Love+Icon+7.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267655521122023169.post-799917194286110745</id><published>2008-02-08T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:32:39.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Something To Sing About...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I went to the doctor. After sitting there for about an hour and a half, I finally get called back. I wasn't nervous like I usually am, because I didn't think they'd do anything other than give me medicine and tell me to go to sleep. So, they took my weight and sat me in a room. Usually I would have had to have waited another 30 minutes just for the doctor to come in the room, but this time she just came right on in after about 5 minutes. So, after telling my symptoms and what not, she decides she wants to take blood *scared gasp* and sign me up for a catscan of my head. I felt as if I were going to just throw up all over the place. It would be the first time I would ever have my blood taken that I could actually remember. Well, when it came time for them to take it, I instantly broke into tears. I could have killed the nurse though, she was so mean! She kept saying "Oh, you know that doesn't hurt!" and "Now you're just crying for no reason, you know that doesn't hurt!". It made me so angry with her. If I could have taken the needle and stabbed her with it, I would have. It actually didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. It was mainly just the fear of it hurting that was making me cry. I hope that everything is ok with my brain. She said that the place would call us with a date for the catscan. I hope it is soon, because I really want to make sure everything is how it should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We ate at the new Italian restaurant yesterday. It was so yummy. I tried two new things too! I tried some fried mushrooms and the Big Chiphilos. It was a sandwhich with Italian sausage, some meat thing, mozzarella and marinara sauce. I got it thinking that it was a cheeseburger, since the description said 1/4 cheeseburger with mozzarella. How decieving! But, I'm glad it was decieving, or else I never would have tried it and found out how yummy and delicious it was. Oh, and the cheese I got for my fries...yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was so delicious. ^_^ I also got the pleasure of getting fried pickles from A Little Taste of Texas. Those are the best thing ever! If I had to pick one food to take with me on a stranded island, it would be those!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was sitting in chemistry about an hour ago, and I bent over to pick up my folder, and an extremely sharp pain was in my side where my ribs are. I felt like I was going to cry! I don't know if it is anything, but mom, if you read this soon, let me know what you think. Is it something worth going to the doctor for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that is all for now! I must go and do some english. Stupid poetry...*mumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267655521122023169-799917194286110745?l=piggypirate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/feeds/799917194286110745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267655521122023169&amp;postID=799917194286110745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/799917194286110745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/799917194286110745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#799917194286110745' title='Give Me Something To Sing About...'/><author><name>Anberlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510740406670323884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOoKTA55xxU/R6uuZQf3AGI/AAAAAAAAABA/jQWgF4C4MyI/S220/Love+Icon+7.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267655521122023169.post-982444723669263674</id><published>2008-02-07T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:11:07.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devirginization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay! First blog post! How exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just a test and what not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sticking my feet into the blogging waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will write more later whenever I get done tinkering with everything. teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&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/2267655521122023169-982444723669263674?l=piggypirate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/feeds/982444723669263674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2267655521122023169&amp;postID=982444723669263674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/982444723669263674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267655521122023169/posts/default/982444723669263674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypirate.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#982444723669263674' title='Devirginization'/><author><name>Anberlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510740406670323884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kOoKTA55xxU/R6uuZQf3AGI/AAAAAAAAABA/jQWgF4C4MyI/S220/Love+Icon+7.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
