<?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-1242825153580363982</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:54:38.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyslexic Tragedy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-8777227328695642204</id><published>2010-02-27T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T06:38:50.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Disease</title><content type='html'>I've always prided myself on being an honest person.  Telling people what they need to hear even if it hurts, but I realize I only do that if they ask me for my opinion.  Lately however, I give it with or without being asked.  I've confronted 3 of my friends on things they've been doing, telling them exactly how I feel.  Also, someone told me who they liked and then I told them that that person didn't like them.  Some of my friends find my bluntness to be quite hilarious. Glad I have friends who can handle it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, one of the people I confronted was my best guy friend.  Apparently half the college thought we were dating and when I found out about it, I was really mad. First off, people have no lives and make up stories about other people's lives, second off just because I'm close with a guy does NOT mean I like him that way.  So I told him that and we both agreed to try to get that story shut down.   He was completely clueless to that whole situation though.  His A.D.D. drives me nuts and I can only handle him in small doses. And he refuses to take any meds for it. This, my few readers, is why I could never ever date him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have an addiction to piercings.  Beginning of school year started I had 1 in each ear.  Now I have 4 in one ear, and 3 in another.  And I did 2 of the cartilage piercings myself.  My friends think I'm crazy, but hey I saved like 80 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had so much snow.  We've been snowed in 3 times and I think we've had 5 snow days this semester.  Oh how I love snow. =]  Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-8777227328695642204?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8777227328695642204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-disease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/8777227328695642204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/8777227328695642204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-disease.html' title='Family Disease'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-2371699582133403215</id><published>2009-10-27T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:22:51.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the Rain</title><content type='html'>So this whole college thing is going well.  I don't really find it all that hard.  Not yet anyways.  Some memorable experiences so far are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deer Stalking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paramore Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midnight soccer in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Powderpuff football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking down random dark streets with my two best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning how to skateboard/longboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nature trail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind reading with Raych&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random trips to KOP and Giant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my friends, they're so awesome.  I can vent to them and they can give me their honest opinion.  Some of us have fought, but we've worked it out and everything is AOK.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food however......it sucks.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;By the way, listen to the song Blame it on the Rain by He is We.  It's flippin' amazing.....and incredibly sappy.....eh oh well.&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/1242825153580363982-2371699582133403215?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2371699582133403215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/blame-it-on-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2371699582133403215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2371699582133403215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/blame-it-on-rain.html' title='Blame it on the Rain'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-4835185476609346347</id><published>2009-08-27T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:02:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is your new best friend</title><content type='html'>So, life as a college student has been interesting so far.  I've already gotten into trouble...and I barely escaped getting caught for a couple other things that I didn't know I wasn't supposed to do.  You think they would tell us these things right off the bat, but no.  I think they enjoy watching us freshmen slip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes aren't too bad except for one.  It was 2 hours and 45 minutes long (night class) and the only way I stayed awake was by taking notes, but I have no idea what I took notes on.  Apparently I spaced through most of it because my friends had to tell me what our homework and such was.  We have a crapload of homework for this class already, and that was just for the first day!  I don't enjoy homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was forced into signing up for choir, and now I have to sing the Hallelujah chorus and wear an ugly (expensive) black dress and pearls and sing like I enjoy every second of it.  Or I will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I have friends here to keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my mother I was going to find someone who knew how to skateboard here and make them teach me, and I did.  Hahaha but in return I have to teach him how to snowboard.  That'll be easy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-4835185476609346347?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4835185476609346347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/ignorance-is-your-new-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4835185476609346347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4835185476609346347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/ignorance-is-your-new-best-friend.html' title='Ignorance is your new best friend'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-8661720357828207713</id><published>2009-07-07T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:06:56.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and put your money where your mouth is</title><content type='html'>Sooo I have 46 more days till I go off to college.  Slightly petrifying, but extremely exciting.  I will be excited to be off on my own and making my own decisions and meeting new people, but will not be excited to face the incredible work load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklist of things I need to do before I leave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of 50% of my belongings. (My mother's wish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy dorm stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make Cady's prezzy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earn as much green as possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take random frequent roadtrips with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my wisdom teeth pulled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to use a Macbook Pro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up a checking account&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am beyond annoyed at how much rain we've been getting.  I thought it was only supposed to pour this much in April!  We're going on our fourth month of perpetual rain!  This doesn't feel like summer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I figured I'd update you all on what's happening in my life.   I hope to get on here more frequently now that school's over with and everything.   And add more to my story blog. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-8661720357828207713?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8661720357828207713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/shut-up-and-put-your-money-where-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/8661720357828207713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/8661720357828207713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/07/shut-up-and-put-your-money-where-your.html' title='Shut up and put your money where your mouth is'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-6943745424678065149</id><published>2009-06-01T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:45:04.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's an actress, but she ain't got no need.</title><content type='html'>HELLO! I have been super busy these past few months.  And I FINALLY got a chance to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, numero uno.  The 2 days I had been dreading, ended up being the best 2 days of my life....kinda. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss sold her business to this other guy and now work is incredibly fun. :D  He can be a bit spacey sometimes, but I really don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING 18 IS THE BEST EVER!!! I had so much fun being 17 that I was scared 18 wouldn't be as great a year, but it's looking like it's going to be better than 17. I finally don't have a restricted license, I have more freedom (to an extent), and college is looking REALLY good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and because of my ACT score, I got some sort of renewable scholarship. It's not a ton, but it's still alot.  I've visited the college twice now, and I like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating my story blog in the near future. It's great to be back on Blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-6943745424678065149?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6943745424678065149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-actress-but-she-aint-got-no-need.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/6943745424678065149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/6943745424678065149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-actress-but-she-aint-got-no-need.html' title='She&apos;s an actress, but she ain&apos;t got no need.'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-2325509937462282403</id><published>2009-04-01T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:13:27.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story of a girl</title><content type='html'>Roxy tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Flashback time!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born sometime in the morning on the last day of April in good ol' '91.  I was about 2 weeks early, and had to stay in the hospital for a few extra days.  I was the firstborn of my parents, and was therefore the guinea pig.  They didn't know why I was crying all the time, so they constantly fed me.  Needless to say, I was a fat baby and toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 6 months old, I climbed out of my crib, fell on the floor, and scared the life out of my parents. XD  I started walking early, and was constantly getting into trouble.  Some instances were: jumping into a lake in the middle of winter, cracking my head, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 5, 2 incidents happened that are seared forever in my mind.  The first was probably the worst day of my entire life, and the second, is why my parents are borderline paranoid about certain things (They are WAY better than they used to be though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about age 8 I was a kleptomaniac.  This resulted in nightmares that haunted me even during the daytime.  That period of my life ended VERY quickly haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 13, the emotional side of myself started going crazy.  At one point my parents thought I was bi-polar (Don't worry, I'm not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 8th, 2007 was the day my misery started.  It's a thorn in my being that can never be removed.  I've tried and tried to forget, tried to make it work, but nothing.  And in 23 days, I will again have to see the face of this person.  I hope to God this person doesn't see me.  Also, in 2007, I met Cady, and we are basically kindred spirits.  I really don't know how else to describe it.  "This is Alayna and Cady, the only way to tell them apart is by their looks."  What can I say? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 16, I didn't feel any different, but when I turned 17, I felt a lot different.  I suddenly had this mindset that "there are only X amount of months before I'm 18." This is when I really got sick of high school, but then remembered after high school comes college.  I think I know where I'm going, but I'm not too ecstatic about it.  I'm not ecstatic about anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being 18 is 29 days away.  I feel old.  Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And so ends the flashback of my pathetic life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tag Shaniqua, Silv, Cait, Ellie, and Lonely Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-2325509937462282403?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2325509937462282403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-story-of-girl.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2325509937462282403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2325509937462282403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-story-of-girl.html' title='This is the story of a girl'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-5489739004582591937</id><published>2009-03-22T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:29:01.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see trees, but they're all dead.</title><content type='html'>Anyone ever heard of chacha? The thing you text with questions, and they send an answer to you?  Well I texted "Who is Alayna Whisper?" to chacha, and I got this answer "She has a blog on her site about being dyslexic.  You can read about her life on the internet." Bahaha.  Even though I am dyslexic, my blog is NOT about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I went to that college with an open mind, and I still don't know if I should go there or not. I left my charger in the dorm...my roomate is supposed to be sending it to me.  They have an awesome program that relates to graphics design, but it's not specifically for graphics design, and I'm afraid I won't be qualified in the other areas of that major.  BUT if I did go there, I'd get a Mac book pro. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over 2 weeks since I've seen the Fed-Ex guy, and I am beyond thrilled! haha.  And the new guy at my work supposedly walked out and quit.  I kind of hope he did.  I miss the girl he replaced.  She was nice and she and I actually worked well together.  Me and the new guy didn't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this blog post is so short and I'm sorry I haven't been reading everyone's blogs lately, I've been soooo busy. I barely had time to write this, but I thought I'd give you all an update.  I'll try to update my story either later tonight, or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-5489739004582591937?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5489739004582591937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-trees-but-theyre-all-dead.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/5489739004582591937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/5489739004582591937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-trees-but-theyre-all-dead.html' title='I see trees, but they&apos;re all dead.'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-2916831406256449059</id><published>2009-03-17T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:39:43.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive into the river Bob.</title><content type='html'>My week without parents has come to an end. They returned from their travels. Fun, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on thursday-friday, some friends and I are going to visit this college. To be honest, I really don't know what I want to do in college. I really don't know what to major in or anything. I've only chosen graphics design because it's fun, but I don't necessarily have a great desire to go into that field. I really want to do something with music, because it's all I ever think about and I'm always putting little tunes and lyrics together (most don't get finished though). But I don't think I have enough talent to actually MAJOR in it. Another thing about college is the expense. I mean, scholarships are for the really smart people and government funding is for those who can't afford to go to college at all. And all that money is being sucked up right now. So where does that leave me?? I really want to be able to go to a college away from here, but what will probably happen is I'll go to a local college for 2 years. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been obsessed with saving every penny I own as of late. My job doesn't pay much, and I now have bills that I have to pay, so I try not to waste money on stuff. I need money for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week, the Fed-ex guy didn't visit me at all. I was absolutely thrilled. XD But as I was walking from the library I passed a fed-ex truck that was parked. And I saw the driver, and I bolted. It was him. After his last visit I do not want to see him again. I mean COME ON! Don't go on and on about not being a stalker, then ask for my freaking phone number. I'm only working 1 day this week, and I pray that he does not come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm doing this talent thing called Fine Arts Festival, and I'm trying to decide if I should enter this song my brother and I are working on. I'm already doing a poem and a human video. We only have the melody, no lyrics yet. I'm playing with lyric ideas, but nothing is fitting yet. And the deadline is early next month! I'm freaking out here. I don't want to make a fool of myself if this song isn't perfect. So if I mess up....yeah I don't want to think about that. I try not to think about certain things. I have no time to lately, and I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I should probably start working on C's necklace. Who knows how long that's gonna take. Time flies, and I don't want her birthday to go by and it not be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-2916831406256449059?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2916831406256449059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/drive-into-river-bob.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2916831406256449059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2916831406256449059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/drive-into-river-bob.html' title='Drive into the river Bob.'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-6752051998748462646</id><published>2009-03-11T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:55:49.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need new music.  Any suggestions?</title><content type='html'>Sooo I finally got twitter.  Not that I have alot of friends who actually use it.  So far, I only have 2 people who I "follow."  Thanks to one of my friends, my phone rang at 5 in the morning with a new update.  Let me know if u guys have twitter!  Or if you don't want me to have it, then um..I guess you can just not tell me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean my room.  I asked Cady to help me, but um....she said no. Thankfully it's just clothes I have to put away.  Mostly anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I looked ahead in my English class, and I'm gonna have to read Hamlet.  BLEH.  My English class is so annoying.  They make us translate stupid things and find metaphors that only freakin scholars could figure out!  And like every other book I've had to read for this class, I'm gonna have to write how this book impacted me and what I learned from it.  &lt;em&gt;Um..well, I couldn't understand the book, so I guess it inspired me to drop out of school.  &lt;/em&gt;Bahaha.  Speaking of books, my uncle gave me this book series to read, and I thought it was going to be good because everyone was dying, and it wasn't appearing to be a happily ever after series, but then I got to the last book, and they somehow set everything right, and made it into a happily ever after book.  AHH COME ON! Happily ever after doesn't exist!  I hate books that aren't realistic.  And I'm really getting sick of romances.  They're all too predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like having warmer weather, but I still want to go snowboarding.  I only got to go 4 times this year.  So, it can stay warm in my area, but on the ski slopes it can stay cold.  Haha once I went skiing in 72 degree weather.  SO awesome.  I was in a t-shirt.  Unfortunately I got sunburnt, but that's besides the point.  How awesome is it to fly down a slope in a t-shirt?  Let me tell ya, the adrenaline was PUMPIN'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cady, I have decided that although you do not like the beach, I am going to teach you how to surf.  You don't really essentially need to wear a bathing suit, so don't freak out.  AND you can put super-duper powerful sunscreen on so that you don't lose any of your "paleness."  Oh and snowboarding.  You haven't tried that yet either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most odd dream ever, and I'm trying to remember it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-6752051998748462646?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6752051998748462646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-new-music-any-suggestions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/6752051998748462646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/6752051998748462646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-new-music-any-suggestions.html' title='I need new music.  Any suggestions?'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-4392919718151557306</id><published>2009-03-09T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:35:47.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous</title><content type='html'>Love that song.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO, so I finally got my stupid license.  Which is restricted due to not having a vehicle.  Hopefully my dad is getting a new[er] car.  But of course that means I'd be stuck with the crappy Bonneville.  Oh well, at least it's a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time driving alone was to work to figure out where my employers got messed up with my pay.  Turns out they owe me 17.95 hours worth of pay.  Wierd right?  But now it's settled.  The day was absolutely perfect (weather wise anyways).  It was like 60 degrees, sunny, and my hair was pretty good that day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an hour long nosebleed this morning.  Fun stuff.  It didn't break my record though.  My longest nosebleed was 3 hours.  Haha once I almost passed out at a theme park because I lost so much blood.  Everyone was so scared.  Also, I was at Six Flags once, and I was sitting in the water park with a nosebleed, and this lady walks up to me and asks "Were you the person who cracked their head open in the wave pool?"  Lady, If I cracked my head open, I would not be sitting here with no one around me.  I would be in the hospital under careful observation.  I mean seriously.  Where are some people's brains?  Thank GOD I'm not wierded out by blood and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people's knees hurt when the weather is damp?  I mean my knees always hurt, but that's besides the point.  I have joint issues.  It runs in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I really want to learn how to skateboard.  I already snowboard and surf.  When I was younger, my mother wouldn't let me learn because she was afraid I'd get seriously hurt.  But come on, I got seriously hurt from doing random acts of stupidness anyways.  Now I just need someone to teach me....and a skateboard of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-4392919718151557306?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4392919718151557306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-salt-of-earth-and-shes-dangerous.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4392919718151557306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4392919718151557306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-salt-of-earth-and-shes-dangerous.html' title='She&apos;s the salt of the earth and she&apos;s dangerous'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-3443362314894913607</id><published>2009-03-03T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:15:00.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>58 days until freedom.  Sort of...kind of...not really....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You tear me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And then you pick me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You take it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And still it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You try to tell me you can heal me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I'm still bleeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And you'll be the death of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been playing/listening/singing to this song non-stop. Yesterday was a hard blow, even though I expected it the whole time. I know him too well.&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;&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a lighter note, I'm getting caught up in schoolwork. I surprised even myself. Too bad Pre-Calculus isn't going as fast. Why do we need Calculus anyways? It's not like the majority of us use it for our jobs or anything. I know it's there to "exercise our brains," but there are other more useful ways of doing that, like learning multiple languages or something. Latin, Spanish, and French all exercised my brain. Too bad I can't remember much of them though...I really want to learn German. A: because I have German blood, and B: because it's is very similar to the English language. I guess that's be because they both evolved from Anglo-Saxon.&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;&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;&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;Oh btw. Yes Shaniqua, my parents WOULD let me wear red skinny jeans. I already have magenta. Which, surprisingly, my mother likes. My brother calls them my "Barney" pants and hates them with a passion. They are NOT the same purple as Barney and if he hates them, then oh well.&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;&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;&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 thinking of dying the underpart of my auburn/red hair blonde. What do you think? Either that, or an even bigger highlight where the old one is.&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;&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;em&gt;It's too bad I'm not sad. It's casting over...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-3443362314894913607?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3443362314894913607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/58-days-until-freedom-sort-ofkind-ofnot.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/3443362314894913607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/3443362314894913607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/03/58-days-until-freedom-sort-ofkind-ofnot.html' title='58 days until freedom.  Sort of...kind of...not really....'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-4228405817070264324</id><published>2009-02-28T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:33:57.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric blue in a sea of pink</title><content type='html'>So I was driving down my road, coming home from work the other day, and a Fed-ex truck was coming the opposite way. Not unusual, packages come for my neighbors all the time. I look at the driver, and who do you think it was? Yeah, I quickly looked the other way. I don't want him knowing I live on that road. What a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water with a little bit of lemmon concentrate is my drug. Drinking some now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love saturday mornings. I get to see my cousins. My uncle's nickname is B.U.M. Bad uncle M. (as opposed to Good uncle M) But now that he had his foot amputated, we might start calling him P.L.U.M. Peg leg uncle M. Personally I think B.U.M. fits him better. Ugh, I want my cousin's red skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesterday someone thought I looked like a movie star...interesting. I wasn't even dressed up, just an electric blue t-shirt, black jeans, and a light blue scarf (that I made).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason, everyone on my dad's side of the family thinks I'm emo. I'm not emo, even though I have serious emo undertones. I mean, can I help it if my hair is a diffrent color than theirs and I wear clothes that they don't? Bahaha I think I'm converting Beckster. She's been buying more clothes that I would wear lately. :P I'm just that awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my latest stunt didn't really help my argument. They all somehow found out through the grapevine about my salt burn. THANK YOU JOE FOR PICKING THE BIGGEST ICE CHUNK IN EXISTANCE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been in a really sarcastic and cynical mood lately....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-4228405817070264324?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4228405817070264324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/electric-blue-in-see-of-pink.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4228405817070264324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4228405817070264324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/electric-blue-in-see-of-pink.html' title='Electric blue in a sea of pink'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-4617928663350023193</id><published>2009-02-26T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:31:57.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say: AWKWARD!</title><content type='html'>What up with the Fed-Ex guy?  Everyday I'm at work this Fed-Ex guy comes in and says "hi".  He's really nice and stuff.  He brought me candy on Valentine's Day, and is trying to get me an internship at this graphics design store he delivers to.  Apparently I "brighten his day."  Now I'm all for friendships and stuff, but EVERYDAY?  I wouldn't mind seeing him like once or twice a week, but everyday I work is just too much.  Everytime he comes in it takes up like 20 min of my time.  Apparently he's got a granddaughter with the same name as me, and is around the same age. Ya know, I really probably wouldn't mind if he was in his 20s and was REALLY cute, but he's like 60.  o0o there's this guy who works next door that is really cute. SHANIQUA I FOUND YOU A GUY! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.  You know what I HATE? When people don't answer my texts.  It annoys the crap out of me. You wouldn't ignore me irl would you? nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky outside is an interesting grey color...hm I like it.  Makes me want to write a poem about it...I'll get to that later.  Maybe I'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applying for colleges is annoying.  You gotta write an essay on why you would like to go to their school and I'm like "I don't want to go to your school, my mom is making me apply here as another option."  Then after you apply, you get these phone calls from the school giving you the third degree.  At least I got a free t-shirt from one of them. =] AND it actually fits! None of my free t-shirts in the past have ever fit me.  They've always been like 10 sizes bigger than me.  Of course, it doesn't help that I'm so skinny either...but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate realistic dreams, they ruin reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week and I get facebook back!! WHOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-4617928663350023193?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4617928663350023193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-say-awkward.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4617928663350023193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4617928663350023193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-you-say-awkward.html' title='Can you say: AWKWARD!'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-6544082447380817247</id><published>2009-02-24T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:43:12.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an overdeveloped case of Senioritis.....</title><content type='html'>Day 10 and my "little" salt burn is still there. Definately not the smartest move I ever made. I try to keep it as hidden as possible. Everytime my parents see it, especially my dad, it starts them off in this whole "I can't believe you did that" and "you're going to be permanently scarred." Learn from my experience: DON'T TAKE DARES THAT WILL HARM YOURSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo, post 19 is up on my story (finally). I hate writer's blocks. Also my crazy life has gotten in the way of it. Which is nice I suppose. It helps me get my mind off of um...other things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did like 400 texts yesterday. Not quite sure because I had to delete a whole bunch so as to make room for new ones. But it was definately somewhere around that number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent Cady a good morning text this morning with a pretty funny picture of me. Hope she didn't die from shock. That wasn't exactly the affect I was going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHA wanna roll on the floor laughing? Trust me you will after you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/humor/lists/student.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/humor/lists/student.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/humor/lists/metaphor.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/humor/lists/metaphor.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-6544082447380817247?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6544082447380817247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-overdeveloped-case-of-senioritis.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/6544082447380817247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/6544082447380817247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-overdeveloped-case-of-senioritis.html' title='I have an overdeveloped case of Senioritis.....'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-2834976984879263090</id><published>2009-02-20T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:33:04.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night.  Don't let the communist micro-chipped bugs bite.</title><content type='html'>Cady: clearly, you're in need of a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;Cady: one who doesn't get annoyed by long comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: and who's always there for me to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: and will listen despite the huge difference in your ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: and who will graciously delete my comments so no one else can pry into my private life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: dude . . . that's why we have MESSAGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: so he sends me a message about an e-mail address&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: which i have not yet responded to&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: and probably never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: OMG! I HAVE EMAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cady: Wow. I didn't know you were still living in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: dude you're so modern...i wish i was as technically advanced as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: LOL . . . my friend told me that Britney Spears had a song called "Email My Heart"&lt;br /&gt;Cady: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: why not send it on the back of a snail?&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: clearly that's the fastest way to get it somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: might as well stick it in a bottle and dump it in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Cady: it'll get there&lt;br /&gt;Cady: eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: if not, then it was never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: but of course we'd never ever let this escape our lips&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: we'd blame it on the evil forces of nature&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: who are out to get us and turn our children into minions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: and make us jaded waitresses in a run-down 50s diner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: crap i'm in a mood...&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: that freak sure knows how to ruin my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: MAN. I want to reply to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: if i want you to be my friend, i'll send you a gilded invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: engraved&lt;br /&gt;Cady: with stickers on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: with my personal signature&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: and spray it with my favorite perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cady: and add a smiley face\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alayna: let's not go overboard shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-2834976984879263090?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2834976984879263090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-dopn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2834976984879263090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2834976984879263090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-dopn.html' title='Night.  Don&apos;t let the communist micro-chipped bugs bite.'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-2133551945834169063</id><published>2009-02-19T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:39:15.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rose by any other name would smell as sweet</title><content type='html'>I didn't cry. I thought I would, but I didn't. It's not like I couldn't cry, I just didn't let myself. My eyes got a little watery, but I refused to let them overflow. Somehow I knew it would happen. Somehow I always know these things. But does anyone believe me? No. They call it coincidence. It's like a 6th sense. Like when I knew I was going to see a friend of mine, even though I had no plans or proof, and yet I still ran into them. Or when I knew I'd get this job. I've lost track of how many times this 6th sense has proved me right, and I can't remember any times where it didn't. Do they believe me now? Pff, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two steps forward twenty steps back&lt;br /&gt;Screw up and you die, simple as that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-2133551945834169063?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2133551945834169063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/rose-by-any-other-name-would-smell-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2133551945834169063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/2133551945834169063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/rose-by-any-other-name-would-smell-as.html' title='A rose by any other name would smell as sweet'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-4960808580097822527</id><published>2009-02-19T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:42:10.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I put the fun in funeral</title><content type='html'>It seems like I'm always complaining.  And how pathetic am I that I'm complaining that I'm complaining? Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really hate when people breath really heavy...and I don't mean after they've run 20 miles.  Just their normal breathing is heavy.  Is this wierd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went snowboarding these last two days, and I decided to kick it up a notch.  I already am a speed demon, so I decided to get better at jumps and the half-pipe.  My first run down the half-pipe, I got the snot kicked out of me...my back was all raw and bleeding in two spots.  But the good news is I did it like 4 more times and twice I did it without falling. XD I landed most of the jumps on the terrain park too.  But I took alot of falls.  But like everything else in life, you pick yourself up and try again, because if you don't do it right away, you probably never will.  You learn from your mistakes and are the better for it.  Failing is a part of life.  You just learn to deal with it.  It's not an excuse for failure, but it is a consolation when you do fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song stuck in my head. See if you recognize it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;They call me quiet girl, but I'm a riot.  Mary, Jo, Lisa, always the same..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-4960808580097822527?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4960808580097822527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-put-fun-in-funeral.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4960808580097822527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/4960808580097822527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-put-fun-in-funeral.html' title='I put the fun in funeral'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-7328899335027863487</id><published>2009-02-10T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:26:13.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farwell to yesterday</title><content type='html'>Little Locked Box of my Heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first you were just a dream, a figment of my imagination.  Imagine my surprise when I see you in real life.  I waited so long to talk to you, but we're still strangers.  The night is haunted by dreams of you.  Most of them come true within a week. I'm beyond shock by now.  You're in my mind 24/7.  Each second is harder to live than the last.  How much longer do I have to wait?  I can't spend my life sitting here, waiting for you.  I have to live my life.  So I'll put you in a box, lock it up, and keep it in my heart.  Now I'm as free as a bird.  I'm no longer chained by thoughts of you.  I'm alive once more.  Someday you might love me, but until then, you'll remain in the little locked box of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-7328899335027863487?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7328899335027863487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/farwell-to-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/7328899335027863487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/7328899335027863487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/02/farwell-to-yesterday.html' title='Farwell to yesterday'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242825153580363982.post-8091871609265345916</id><published>2009-01-29T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:45:11.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck...</title><content type='html'>I need a place to jot down all the crazy events of my life, vent out my frustrations, and ask for advice (possibly)...or anything else I feel like.  Yep. That's it.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A.W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242825153580363982-8091871609265345916?l=miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8091871609265345916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-heck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/8091871609265345916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242825153580363982/posts/default/8091871609265345916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miserybusinessforever.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-heck.html' title='What the heck...'/><author><name>Alayna Whisper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12826654440974656739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LszYiOBYG4/SPySkAmvdyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XWqMZg4sWh0/S220/rocker.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
