<?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-11068170</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:32:58.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Warped Ideas</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a site about the struggle's I have in my life. Thru it all, I hold out for one thing, HOPE. Thru all the darkness and when the light seems to be ever fading, I hold HOPE close to me, knowing that it alone, will guide my heart.  JUST WHEN WE THINK IT WON'T HAPPEN, LIFE SUDDENLY STARTS AGAIN!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-116364156426727681</id><published>2006-11-15T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:46:04.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Whats New!!</title><summary type='text'>Well it has been awhile since I last put words to paper, or in this case typed letters to screen. Things have been a bit crazy and I have not had time to do anything.    What has been new in my life? Well, my brother took his wonderful family and moved on me!! This bothers me only in the way that I don't get to see them anymore. I miss them so much, all of them, that its best to not even think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/116364156426727681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=116364156426727681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/116364156426727681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/116364156426727681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-whats-new.html' title='SO Whats New!!'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-114376779795213528</id><published>2006-03-30T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:16:37.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><summary type='text'>So I find myself in somewhat of a dilemma! What to do?  This is it, I have been invited to visit friends, however this is also in the local of the people trying to sully my name. Going will mean the possiblity of being in a situation that may end, well let's just say, not pleasant.  I don't want to not go, out of fear, but I also don't want to lie to G about going, so others have ammo against me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/114376779795213528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=114376779795213528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114376779795213528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114376779795213528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/03/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-114343444168397625</id><published>2006-03-26T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:40:41.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Wounds, All Heals</title><summary type='text'>The last few days have been a challenge for me. I have just realized that I have been waiting desperatley for the one thing that will never ever happen.  My mom to come home. I know that seems absurd. I mean I called the ambulance, I told my brother, I held her hand and said goodbye. I thought that I let her go that night, I didn't. I have been holding onto her so tight that it has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/114343444168397625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=114343444168397625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114343444168397625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114343444168397625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-wounds-all-heals.html' title='Time Wounds, All Heals'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-114316697208199650</id><published>2006-03-23T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:22:52.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><summary type='text'>March 23/2006   Sometime moving forward really does mean saying good-bye to things. Those things can either be in our past, or present or our hopeful future. How do we determine what to let go of. What are the things that we let go and the things we hold onto?    When you are sitting at home, music playing in the background and your mind racing, what pops in there? And when whatever it is does ‘</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/114316697208199650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=114316697208199650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114316697208199650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114316697208199650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/03/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-114306351088266008</id><published>2006-03-22T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:38:30.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTR Weekend</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend was perhaps one of the best on record, for me at least. I went to Toronto with G for three days. When we where at the hotel getting ready, I was so excited. I had bought a gorgeous new dress, and G had bought a brilliant new black pinstrip suit, he looked handsome(and yes sexy as well!) We then spent saturday night at the 360 Resturant at the CN Tower. The food was incredible, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/114306351088266008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=114306351088266008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114306351088266008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114306351088266008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/03/lotr-weekend.html' title='LOTR Weekend'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-114196999105306766</id><published>2006-03-10T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:53:11.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Trivia Tips about Alexis</title><summary type='text'>Ten Top Trivia Tips about Alexis!  Alexis can usually be found in nests built in the webs of large spiders.Alexis cannot burp - there is no gravity to separate liquid from gas in her stomach.Bananas don't grow on trees - they grow on alexis!Alexis was named after Alexis the taxi driver in Frank Capra's 'It's a Wonderful Life'.Alexis cannot jump.Alexis is worth her weight in gold - literally.In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/114196999105306766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=114196999105306766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114196999105306766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114196999105306766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/03/top-ten-trivia-tips-about-alexis.html' title='Top Ten Trivia Tips about Alexis'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-114167901104348946</id><published>2006-03-06T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:25:14.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On The Other Side</title><summary type='text'>That question has been so daunting to me these past several months. Right now I have been 'raising hell' with someone in my life and despite what he may think its not to be difficult, mean or hurtful. Its because I do see a way out of this whole awful mess. I do understand the dilemma that he is in, but alas there is nothing I can do to make him see things from the other side.     We all know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/114167901104348946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=114167901104348946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114167901104348946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/114167901104348946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-on-other-side.html' title='What&apos;s On The Other Side'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113771983719238598</id><published>2006-01-19T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:17:17.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question Remains</title><summary type='text'>So the question remains, what's next?How do I proceed with the next step of this thing called life?I have recently been lost as to what comes next, which path is right.How do I know what is too come, how does anyone, and although I claim that I want to know what the next step is, most of me doesn't. I have a need to know that I will not spend my life alone, but the journey is what I am unsure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113771983719238598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113771983719238598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113771983719238598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113771983719238598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2006/01/question-remains.html' title='The Question Remains'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113485641579383753</id><published>2005-12-17T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:53:35.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Ho Ho</title><summary type='text'>Well I suppose this is the season they say, that we are supposed to be jolly. Well I'm working on it.  I havent yet decided how I feel about all the new and interesting information I have recently recieved. Some of it feels pretty good, some not so much. I know that recently some people have comme into my life that I am overwhelmed to have around. They are good people, that I know I am going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113485641579383753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113485641579383753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113485641579383753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113485641579383753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-ho-ho.html' title='Merry Ho Ho'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113454880158042904</id><published>2005-12-14T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:26:41.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me seduce, Never</title><summary type='text'>Your Seduction Style: Au NaturalYou rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113454880158042904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113454880158042904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113454880158042904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113454880158042904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-seduce-never.html' title='Me seduce, Never'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113454838841388842</id><published>2005-12-14T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:19:48.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Own Name</title><summary type='text'>Your Porn Star Name Is...Ruby LipsWhat's Your Porn Star Name?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113454838841388842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113454838841388842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113454838841388842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113454838841388842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-very-own-name.html' title='My Very Own Name'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113263235285002219</id><published>2005-11-21T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:05:52.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes</title><summary type='text'>You chose green eyes.You are a very fun person to be around. Youappreciate all the little things in life, evenif it's something like a soft pillow, or acertain tree. You can also see the good inpeople too, and like them for it. You have manydreams, and you want to fullfill them allbefore you die. You are also mysterious, andsecretive, and guys/girls are attracted to youfor it.  The Eye color </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113263235285002219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113263235285002219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113263235285002219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113263235285002219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-eyes.html' title='My Eyes'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113263203992505767</id><published>2005-11-21T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:00:39.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I 'm a Siren</title><summary type='text'>SIRENYou are a siren. A siren is anenchanting seductress that usually inhabits aremote isle in the sea. The siren's voice isbeautiful and alluring. The siren's voice isirresitible to all those who hear it. Uponhearing her fatal melody the listener willeither plunge to their deaths in the icy oceanwaters or they will perhaps finally reach thesiren. Once the siren has hold of them theyhave no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113263203992505767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113263203992505767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113263203992505767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113263203992505767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-m-siren.html' title='I &apos;m a Siren'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113262918864082756</id><published>2005-11-21T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:13:08.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sir Robin</title><summary type='text'>When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turnedhis tail and fled! What Monty Python Character are you? brought to you by Quizilla1211 other people got this result!This quiz has been taken 19006 times.6% of people had this result.Does this really surprise anyone!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113262918864082756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113262918864082756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113262918864082756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113262918864082756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-sir-robin.html' title='I am Sir Robin'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113238180718566085</id><published>2005-11-19T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T01:30:07.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Friend?</title><summary type='text'>What is A Friend? What is a Friend? I will tell you.It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself.Your soul can be naked with him.He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are.He does not want you to be better or worse.When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent.You do not have to be on your guard.You can say what you think, so long as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113238180718566085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113238180718566085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113238180718566085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113238180718566085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-friend.html' title='What is a Friend?'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113237317969042707</id><published>2005-11-18T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:11:34.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative thoughts.....</title><summary type='text'>Recently someone told me that they seen me as a negative person. Maybe if it had been anyone else, this would have not bothered me so, but this came from someone I thought knew me, at least better than that. I know that life can get to me, as it does with anyone, but I have never allowed it to conquer me. I have had a great deal of sorrow and heartahce, but I am not alone in that. Sometimes in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113237317969042707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113237317969042707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113237317969042707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113237317969042707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/negative-thoughts.html' title='Negative thoughts.....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113167623134634800</id><published>2005-11-10T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:30:31.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><summary type='text'>I have had a great and new realization in my life, well maybe not my life but definitely my head. I have come to the grand conclusion that I am anger, and no its not invisible, its right out there. The biggest problem with this is that I am taking it out on the wrong person, and he thinks its because of him. Partly some of it may be because of him, but knowing what I know about me, its more about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113167623134634800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113167623134634800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113167623134634800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113167623134634800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113151454730588808</id><published>2005-11-08T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:35:47.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>Well this last week has been incredible. It has been like a roller coaster, one that sometimes I wish I could get off. It all started to change Friday, I had a really crappy day, then I got home. Upon returning to my abode, I found that I had recieved a letter from ELPublishers, stating that I was going to be published, in a book!! Yes me, for the essay that is on this blog(How the Media Effects </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113151454730588808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113151454730588808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113151454730588808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113151454730588808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112037404358340753</id><published>2005-10-30T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:26:06.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day....</title><summary type='text'>One more day flies by and I wonder how that happened? I wake up and think to myself, how can another day have gone by without her? I look at life flying by and I think, I know things go on, but I really didn't think they actually would. Six months has been like a blink of the eye, nothing changing but everything has. I often sit and wonder if she was proud of me. Did I do anything that she could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112037404358340753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112037404358340753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112037404358340753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112037404358340753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113045273644940624</id><published>2005-10-26T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:38:56.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><summary type='text'>Well this has been a month that I wish would finally end. I have been so incredible busy that I just realized that monday is Halloween and I have no costume. That's a big deal, when Kimber says "Auntie Lex what are you going to be?" and I just respond "Confused!" I don't think she will understand.  So school has been, well hard. I think that people expect so much from me, and I am not sure I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113045273644940624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113045273644940624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113045273644940624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113045273644940624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-113063636300639104</id><published>2005-10-08T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:39:23.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For &amp; Against</title><summary type='text'>For1.friends2.things make more sense3.my heart doesn't hurt so much4.makes me laugh5.I feel safe6.makes me think7.knows me better than most8.no need to hide9.enjoy company10.friends11.same likes12.different enough to make it interesting13.communicate14.trust15.no secrets(at least mostly)16.makes me smile, even when I am sure not going to happen17.know you18.don't have to be strong19.nieces love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/113063636300639104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=113063636300639104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113063636300639104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/113063636300639104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-against.html' title='For &amp; Against'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112813491007605653</id><published>2005-09-30T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:48:30.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Soon.</title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter, gotta love the idea.. I knew I was perfect, what about U!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112813491007605653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112813491007605653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112813491007605653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112813491007605653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/harry-potter-soon.html' title='Harry Potter Soon.'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112813437749484357</id><published>2005-09-30T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:39:37.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week what is it</title><summary type='text'>Well it is now, somewhere in the first month of my new life, and boy have I stirred the pot. I have wanted for so long to just clear the air , and deal with a few things that needed boot kicking, and I did, tonight. How that will all come out in the wash, I have no idea. Not even hazarding a guess, not even a hope. And I am all about the HOPE!! His face was shocked and I felt so juvenile, handing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112813437749484357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112813437749484357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112813437749484357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112813437749484357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/week-what-is-it.html' title='Week what is it'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112767433898575852</id><published>2005-09-25T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:52:18.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks</title><summary type='text'>Well an update for those few people who actually read this crazy ass thing. Well I am in week two of my new life, and it seems to be going okay. I have been so busy that I haven't really had much time to think. Which in itself, is a good thing. Once I start to think about things, I tend to do something stupid, and screw things up.  Lately I have had some new things to think about, and it feels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112767433898575852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112767433898575852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112767433898575852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112767433898575852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-weeks.html' title='Two weeks'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112613033942987088</id><published>2005-09-07T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T17:58:59.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate ME...What</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I get so annoyed, you know the kind where you think to yourself, if I just had a bat RIGHT NOW!!!! There are a few kids in my class that I thank the stars are in the B division. I think that the teachers spoke to us all and went, okay these are the semi-normals(cause I am talking about me) so they decreed they will be A's(I like the letter personally) then they looked at what was left, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112613033942987088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112613033942987088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112613033942987088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112613033942987088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/hate-mewhat.html' title='Hate ME...What'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112613094127060905</id><published>2005-09-07T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:09:01.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><summary type='text'>Well today was day TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you tell I was excited, I have waited 11yrs for something to do, some direction. I have found it. The more I learn about photojournalism, the more I really think that my mom was so right, it is a fit. She was rarley wrong.  Although this is going to be an extremely hard two years, I have never been looking forward to anything more. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112613094127060905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112613094127060905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112613094127060905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112613094127060905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112606316639297376</id><published>2005-09-06T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:19:26.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><summary type='text'>Today was the beginning of the rest of my life. I started on the path to my future, and I can't wait....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112606316639297376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112606316639297376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112606316639297376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112606316639297376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112527530350334802</id><published>2005-08-28T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:28:23.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Well today is August 28th, and although it was a great day, it was an awful day as well. It was Kimber's (my niece) bday on Friday, she's 6, beautiful and intelligent, and everything you could hope for, and today was her bday party. Now for the last week, I have had this incredible headache, and until yesterday couldn't for the life of me figure out why, then today came and went and as I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112527530350334802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112527530350334802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112527530350334802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112527530350334802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-112029068498891290</id><published>2005-07-02T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:51:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Media Affects Me...an essay by me</title><summary type='text'>This is my first essay in about 15yrs. I think it was okay, maybe not great but okay. I copied it from an email so it's all out of line, but I think that the point still gets across.  This was for publishing in August in a magazine and hopefully a small scholarship,we'll see abou that one though... I hope you enjoy..Topic: How the Media Affects Me  Essay:  Without a doubt I believe that the media</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/112029068498891290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=112029068498891290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112029068498891290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/112029068498891290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-media-affects-mean-essay-by-me.html' title='How the Media Affects Me...an essay by me'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111829846953152544</id><published>2005-06-09T03:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T02:33:41.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Becomes of the Broken Hearted</title><summary type='text'>What becomes of a heart that is fractured, how many times before it never recovers. I have had my heart broken, more than I care to recall, and with every fall, does you're heart(and soul) retreat deeper inside oneself?  My life as of late, has been horrible, and yet I still have the one thing that I can not seem to lose, hope.  hope that one day the hole left by the loss of my mom, won't be so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111829846953152544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111829846953152544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111829846953152544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111829846953152544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-becomes-of-broken-hearted.html' title='What Becomes of the Broken Hearted'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803795591592606</id><published>2005-06-06T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:05:55.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year</title><summary type='text'>You Were Actually Born Under:You are solid, methodical, and you do things right the first time.Even when no one else does, you always believe in yourself.You tend to see the world in black and white, right or wrong.A good memory and eye for details means you tend to thrive at near impossible tasks.You are most compatible with a Snake or Rooster.You Should Have Been Born Under:Resourceful and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803795591592606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803795591592606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803795591592606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803795591592606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-year.html' title='My Year'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803866196542273</id><published>2005-06-06T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:17:41.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My English</title><summary type='text'>Your Linguistic Profile:55% General American English20% Yankee10% Dixie10% Upper Midwestern5% MidwesternWhat Kind of American English Do You Speak?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803866196542273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803866196542273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803866196542273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803866196542273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-english.html' title='My English'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803848124222208</id><published>2005-06-06T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:14:41.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well .....</title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803848124222208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803848124222208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803848124222208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803848124222208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-well.html' title='Well well .....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803758646741852</id><published>2005-06-06T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:59:46.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing...What Me!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Part Expert KisserYou're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity         You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off         And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave         When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettablePart Passionate KisserFor you, kissing is about all about following your urges         If someone's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803758646741852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803758646741852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803758646741852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803758646741852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/kissingwhat-me.html' title='Kissing...What Me!!!!'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803747472302472</id><published>2005-06-06T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:57:54.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun for a change</title><summary type='text'>I have decided to do a bunch of these silly little tests. They are for fun and some are actually pretty accurate, which one's will leave you guessing!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803747472302472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803747472302472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803747472302472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803747472302472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-for-change.html' title='Fun for a change'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803726507572191</id><published>2005-06-06T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:54:25.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Me.....Maybe</title><summary type='text'>The True YouYou want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.With respect to money, you spend carefully and save your pennies.You think good luck will definitely be yours, someday.The hidden side of your personality tends to be a little selfish. You only do what interests you.You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803726507572191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803726507572191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803726507572191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803726507572191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/true-memaybe.html' title='The True Me.....Maybe'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803596656058555</id><published>2005-06-06T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:32:46.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home World</title><summary type='text'>You Are From NeptuneYou are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything. What Planet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803596656058555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803596656058555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803596656058555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803596656058555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-home-world.html' title='My Home World'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111803659321368503</id><published>2005-06-06T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:44:05.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gemini Within</title><summary type='text'>So those that know me know that today is my birthday. But alas, those that know me know that I was unwilling to celebrate this day, because as I am sure you know it was exactly one month ago TODAY, that I lost my best friend and mom.  So I have been thinking about this for the last month, and all I can think of is every year I celebrate with her(because her b-day is June 11,was I mean) so we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111803659321368503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111803659321368503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803659321368503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111803659321368503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/06/gemini-within.html' title='The Gemini Within'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111752708350459428</id><published>2005-05-31T04:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:58:47.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner Fairy</title><summary type='text'> You scored as Mermaid. Mermaid: Mermaids are also known as Sirens. These creatures were beautiful women who tricked sailors into becoming completely entranced by their haunting voices and found death soon after. Not all stories of Mermaids are about gentle loving sea people. They are mystical, magical, and extremely dangerous. They have a way about them that brings anyone they are around to seem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111752708350459428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111752708350459428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111752708350459428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111752708350459428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-inner-fairy.html' title='My Inner Fairy'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111742490658032136</id><published>2005-05-29T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:48:26.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not hurting enough</title><summary type='text'>Well like the past 3 weeks haven't been bad enough. This weekend I have been told, that not only did I not grieve the right way at my mom's funeral, but that because I was myself around a bunch of people who don't know me, I offended them.  I obviously wasn't there to grieve the loss of my mother, my hero, my best friend. And that although over the last 5 months I had to watch the strongest woman</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111742490658032136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111742490658032136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111742490658032136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111742490658032136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-hurting-enough.html' title='Not hurting enough'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111665914994255465</id><published>2005-05-21T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T03:12:05.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 days and counting</title><summary type='text'>Well today it has been two long and horrible weeks since my mom went on to her next life. I feel at times like she is sitting in the other room, and I just wait to hear her call my name. Then at other's, like yesterday, when I found out some really good news about finances for school, my first reaction was to run downstairs and tell her. But she wasn't there, and never will be again..  But I did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111665914994255465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111665914994255465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111665914994255465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111665914994255465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/14-days-and-counting.html' title='14 days and counting'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111648498427104485</id><published>2005-05-19T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:43:04.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day....</title><summary type='text'>So as anyone that reads this is aware, my life has forever been altered. I haven't got a good grip on my emotions yet, but I will say that the return of my mom ashes to our home made a strange impact on me. I felt better, If that's at all possible.  I have so many emotions that are triggered by the smallest things. But mostly I just miss her. I know that she is better off whereever she may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111648498427104485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111648498427104485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111648498427104485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111648498427104485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-by-day.html' title='Day by day....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111584532080801142</id><published>2005-05-11T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:49:30.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Extrodinary Loss Imaginable</title><summary type='text'>On Friday May 6, the light that was a beacon of guidence,hope and love, darkened. She was not only an incredible pillar of strength for those that surronded her, she was also a vision of what we all hope to one day attain to be.  In the end the sickness took her body, but although it tried it could never take her spirit.  My mother, my mom, my friend was the stongest, toughest, fiercest lady I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111584532080801142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111584532080801142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111584532080801142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111584532080801142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/most-extrodinary-loss-imaginable.html' title='The Most Extrodinary Loss Imaginable'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111501577269738492</id><published>2005-05-02T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:36:12.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner European is....</title><summary type='text'>This is kinda neat, as our family's ancestory is Irish!! Just goes to shoe you that sometimes, you are just what you are!! Thanks for the site Chris!!Your Inner European is Irish!Sprited and boisterous!You drink everyone under the table.Who's Your Inner European?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111501577269738492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111501577269738492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111501577269738492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111501577269738492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-inner-european-is.html' title='My Inner European is....'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111449361860864602</id><published>2005-04-26T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T01:33:38.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Well today I have decided to entre my first ever photo contest. I am a little nervous, but at the same time I am actually really excited. I think that this will really be a boost for my ever waining ego.  On the weekend I went to a party and brought along my first ever portfolio, I was terrified someone was going to laugh and say "YOU take pictures? WHY?" But alas, everyone that looked at them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111449361860864602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111449361860864602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111449361860864602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111449361860864602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/pictures_26.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111414754817453031</id><published>2005-04-22T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:25:48.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><summary type='text'>The reasons for the snake shots are on the Blog under them. I couldn't seem to figure out how to put the shots first. You'd think I was blonde or something!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111414754817453031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111414754817453031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414754817453031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414754817453031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111414742166415316</id><published>2005-04-22T01:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:23:41.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stay out of my yard, damn it!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111414742166415316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111414742166415316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414742166415316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414742166415316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/stay-out-of-my-yard-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111414740052307496</id><published>2005-04-22T01:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:23:20.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hide, you seek </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111414740052307496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111414740052307496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111414738446596895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111414738446596895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414738446596895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414738446596895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-think-i-bit-my-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111414734988419106</id><published>2005-04-22T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:22:29.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tall and proud </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111414734988419106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111414734988419106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414734988419106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414734988419106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/tall-and-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111414590015471632</id><published>2005-04-22T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T01:24:34.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><summary type='text'>Today I finally realized that maybe, just maybe I found my "Calling". I know that seems kinda of goofy to some, but I have spent the last 11 years trying to figure out not only where I belong, but what I should be doing with my life. It's nice to have finally found that something. Photography!!  I am actually really good, if you need proof of that it will be coming soon, as I am going to try and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111414590015471632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111414590015471632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414590015471632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111414590015471632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111387353596442974</id><published>2005-04-18T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:32:01.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange days</title><summary type='text'>So here;s the quick story, my cat Turkey (yes that was his name) was my best friend for almost 14 years, and on Dec 7th,2004 I had to, put him down. My heart broke then, and I still think of him every day. I used to tell people "No I don't have children, I have a cat!" And for anyone who knew him and me, they understood. He was always there, never judging me(unless I was slow with supper) he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111387353596442974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111387353596442974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111387353596442974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111387353596442974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/strange-days.html' title='Strange days'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111387241259374183</id><published>2005-04-18T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:00:12.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What  ??</title><summary type='text'>Well another day has come and gone, and although I am trying desperatley to cling to the belief that everything good is just around the corner, my faith is wanning. It seems that just when things are getting in good order, when the sky is finally blue, and the birds are singing a song that makes you want to go outside, something always wacks me in the head, and says "Hey you, dumbass. The sun is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111387241259374183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111387241259374183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111387241259374183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111387241259374183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/what.html' title='What  ??'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111262503453710156</id><published>2005-04-04T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:30:34.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what's Next??</title><summary type='text'>Well today it sucks outside, again. I really do have mixed feelings about this time of year. Glad because it means that soon, the sun will shine and blue skies will lead me towards waters that are diver friendly. Sad, well this should be obviouse to anyone that can see.Grey clouds as far as the eye can see, cool winds that never seem to die off, and of course let's not forget that ever present </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111262503453710156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111262503453710156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111262503453710156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111262503453710156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-whats-next.html' title='So, what&apos;s Next??'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111189444606409868</id><published>2005-03-26T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:34:06.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World We Live In</title><summary type='text'>Today was a rough day for me, at least in the way that I had my guts ripped out, not once but three times. I have been watching my mom, who has been exteremly sick as of late, and getting thinner, to the scary point that a skeleton has more meat on its figure. With this she has become ever more tired and weak. Now although she has been sick, the only thing that really bothers her, is that she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111189444606409868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111189444606409868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111189444606409868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111189444606409868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/03/world-we-live-in.html' title='The World We Live In'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-111131088533541476</id><published>2005-03-20T04:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T04:28:05.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure</title><summary type='text'>I am never sure what to put here. It is supposed to be an outlet for me to scream, cry or both. Things here are so lonley. Sounds pathatic I know. I am not one to wallo in self pity, so I won't. I think that I will just write about whatever pops in my head, that way when I lay down at night, the thoughts won't still be floating around in there like goo. I am however a tad peeved at my relatives. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/111131088533541476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=111131088533541476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111131088533541476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/111131088533541476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-sure.html' title='Not sure'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-110970586471076152</id><published>2005-03-01T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:37:44.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ever Happened...</title><summary type='text'>I seen a t-shirt the other day and it had a logo on the front that said " love like you have never been hurt". I thought Wow, what a statement. I personally am a huge cynic, I would like to believe in love and every after, but I have a real hard time with that. I believe the only person that you can rely on without doubt, is yourself. Then you know that no matter, you are the only person who can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/110970586471076152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=110970586471076152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/110970586471076152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/110970586471076152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-ever-happened.html' title='What Ever Happened...'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11068170.post-110930377534684168</id><published>2005-02-24T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:56:15.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><summary type='text'>This site has afforded to me the opportunity to speak freely. I have so much going on all the time inside my head, that I sometimes wonder how it's actually possible. I enjoy writing it down, it's like a faucet that runs and takes the pressure off my brain. But where does one start. I don't know yet!Let me think.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/feeds/110930377534684168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11068170&amp;postID=110930377534684168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/110930377534684168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11068170/posts/default/110930377534684168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywarpedideas.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12345668504810488778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
