<?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-16626351</id><updated>2011-10-31T17:27:50.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings of the terminably unsociable</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16626351.post-7679496529246724164</id><published>2008-12-08T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:39:10.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furthest From My Thoughts,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm back again. although I'm pretty sure I'm the nly one to read this, but none the less here I am. Life is a strange entitiy. I don't know if I am better or worse since I left that last rather depressing post on here, all I know is I am alive. Here. And I have no idea how I let myself fall to where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried everything I could think of not to end up rightwhere I am...working a low paying job which I hated and living at home, deeply in debt, and alone. Sometimes I think fate has it in for my...or perhaps my fear of this end made me what I am today. Who can really tell? And what is the point of rambling on about it you ask? Maybe there is no point other than once I thought I could be somebody. Once I imagined a life where I was moderatly happy. Once I was sure I wouldn't end up 25 and unable to feel, to smile, to know anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the girl I was dreamed of myths and heroes and reality was furthest from my thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-7679496529246724164?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7679496529246724164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=7679496529246724164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/7679496529246724164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/7679496529246724164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2008/12/furthest-from-my-thoughts.html' title='Furthest From My Thoughts,'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-1712420450939465310</id><published>2008-05-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:41:27.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops Burn</title><content type='html'>I once asked the Sky to Save me and&lt;br /&gt;found raindrops in its wake&lt;br /&gt;Broke the Rules they gave me&lt;br /&gt;Bought a peace they couldn't shake.&lt;br /&gt;For all the pearls you chained me with I couldn't find the wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's tears washed away the crime as&lt;br /&gt;Nature's grief could never do.&lt;br /&gt;Some past shadow hides amoungst the mirrors - a reflection or a truth?&lt;br /&gt;What once I thought forgotten lingers languishing in turn.&lt;br /&gt;It slowly steeps inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;Where tears cannot correct.&lt;br /&gt;And now I stand beneath the clouds awaiting&lt;br /&gt;Raindrop's Burn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-1712420450939465310?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1712420450939465310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=1712420450939465310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/1712420450939465310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/1712420450939465310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-once-asked-sky-to-save-me-and-found.html' title='Raindrops Burn'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-117575610589838920</id><published>2007-04-04T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:55:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The consequnce of leaping......</title><content type='html'>"He who jumps to his death has cause, he who leaps has purpose." I'm not suicidal...well not really....but this is what I mean. I need something to make me feel - cry, laugh, scream, yell - something other than this monotomous existance in which I live......(previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Its been awhile since I wrote here last, but I must say life has not gotten any better.  I did not find the something I was looking for.  I did not leap.  And the consequence was terrifying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I lost all direction. I gave up, hell...suicide was not far from my thinking for a strech of two months.  And no one noticed.  Not the friends I convinced myself had cared, nor the other people in my life that I've hidden my true being from.  No one noticed as I slowly slipped off the radar.  As my contact with others dropped from everyday to every few days to once a week.  Some noticed when they hadn't heard from me in a few weeks...but I think it was too late then.  I was too set in my thinking to have changed by that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I don't know if I can explain what happened...I didn't attempt suicide.  I thought about it though.  I held the cheap kitchen knife to my wrist and just sat there on the bathroom floor for what seemed like forever.  I wanted to.  I have never felt like I needed something that badly before.  So I sat there.  I don't know what I was waiting for....maybe some sign oneway or another, but I haven't believed in God since I was 8...so I think divine intervention was out of the question.  There was no sign, no intervention, no one.  I just sat there and cried until i didn't have anything left to cry and still I sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Eventually I tried to pull myself together.  I washed. Dressed. Went to class.  Now I'm back with my family...they don't know me.  I don't think they ever did.  And now I'm different.  No matter how long I stare in the mirror searching, I'm not the same girl who left for the city those years ago.  I was right, I do regret the sacrifice...I didn't even get the useless paper degree.  And now I sit here.  Alone again.  All my pieces left broken somewhere on a bathroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-117575610589838920?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/117575610589838920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=117575610589838920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/117575610589838920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/117575610589838920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2007/04/consequnce-of-leaping.html' title='The consequnce of leaping......'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-115415120114944405</id><published>2006-07-28T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:17:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>****Important Warning****: Avert your eyes and try not to read this crap</title><content type='html'>ok, so looks like I'm starting to update more regularly (don't get your hopes up this won't last for long)...I honestly have no clue who I'm talking to its not like anyone reads this....well I've decided that I've been ehre long enough without truly torturing you, so in a misguided attempt to get the crap out of my mind I'm going to post some of my old poems/journal writings in here......if horrible poety and depressingly pathetic writing cause you pain I suggest you skip this post.  ok here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  I scream feeling nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                              Falling slowly into oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                              I feel the smoke sear my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                              Slamming me with a shot of nostolgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                              I shake with frustration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                              Hating what I've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                              I reduce myself to thins again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             Concerning nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             I know what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             Slicing my insides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             I torture my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             Crying without knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             I hear the footsteps of reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             Silencing myself in anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                             I act like everything is alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by 'Jade' summer 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ramdom Ramblings&lt;/span&gt; - May 28, 2005 through July 9, 2005&lt;br /&gt;   ......and so I sit here , after reading Eliot of Woolf , suddely inspired by their greatness - or by my own depression - wondering: What is the point of all this? It seems like everything and yet it is nothing...it doesn't matter whether you talk to people, flirt with guys, pass or fail a paper - or a course....The world around us continues, and I will live with the realization that I have missed out.  I lost my chance at so many things and for what?  There's no going back, no way to try again.  And my mind echoes 'what was the point?'&lt;br /&gt;         So, I'll end up with a piece of paper that is supposed to mean something - recollect fondly (or not) on my 'university days' and the so-called revels of youth...but really what was the poing.  Will it matter in 5 years - 10 years - or even 20 that I was here....will there be some kind of recompensense for all I have given up to get where I am?&lt;br /&gt;         I wish I knew.  I wish I knew if it actually mattered - if one day I could look back and know that it was worth it...that sacrificing the first 23 year of my life would be worth it.  But I can't know...and I have a growing suspicion that I'll look back and regret the time I've wastedbeing someone I'm not.  I tried to change once, but how can you stop once you've conditioned yourself to act a certian way - How can you be yourself if you can't remember who that is anymore?.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and I know I need to find some sort of passion, somthing, ANYTHING, which will bring me back from what I've become....from this automated shell, this illusion of happiness that everyone else sees.  Something I read by Findley captured this feeling, this need: "He who jumps to his death has cause, he who leaps has purpose."  I'm not suicidal...well not really....but this is what I mean.  I need something to make me feel - cry, laugh, scream, yell - something other than this monotomous existance in which I live...Sometimes I think I would have to change towns to do thins...move to a new city where no one knows me or cares...I'd change how I look - maybe go for a darker look, dye and streak my hair, get some more piercings and and maybe even some tatoos - and see if people expect less of me, see if I can bee myself, if I can change what I am so I'm comfortable in my own skin...well really no sense thinking about it, unfortunately its just a dream......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well the 'random ramblings' I included are entries of writing that influences my the most in the past year...you could say that writing them brought me to rather large realizations about my life and where it was headed...not that I've changed it's course much, but now at least I'm aware of how bad things were getting...yeah I'm still quite depressed most of the time and my life generally sucks, but I no longer make myselfact like everything is ok all the time - well I still do it sometimes but I'm getting there..so that's the end of todays post...I hope I haven't damaged anyones eyesight/mind with the abouve post...but if I did its your own fault cause I did warn you.  Anyway, I need sleep....at least this post wasn't as depressing of the last :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-115415120114944405?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/115415120114944405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=115415120114944405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/115415120114944405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/115415120114944405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2006/07/important-warning-avert-your-eyes-and.html' title='****Important Warning****: Avert your eyes and try not to read this crap'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-115346239630552760</id><published>2006-07-20T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:15:11.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And then I fell down yelling 'Make it go away!' "</title><content type='html'>I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head&lt;br /&gt;They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home&lt;br /&gt;There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain&lt;br /&gt;An ounce of peace is all I want for you. will you never call again?&lt;br /&gt;And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?&lt;br /&gt;And will you never try to reach me? it is I that wanted space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again&lt;br /&gt;In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight&lt;br /&gt;You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate&lt;br /&gt;You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do for you Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave&lt;br /&gt;Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made&lt;br /&gt;And like a baby boy I never was a man&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And then I fell down yelling “Make it go away!”&lt;br /&gt;Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hate Me" - Blue October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So.....not much of a post, life sucks, school sucks, my social life is currently non-existant (mostly by choice because people are stupid and I miss friends who are too far away who "never doubted my intentions on things like suicidal hate" and "made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take" ....so I kinda feel like "driving so fucking far away" that they'll never cross my mind....ok, so I know I probably am relating this song to my life in ways that are nothing near what the original meaing is, but honestly i don't give a fuck, music is supposed to connect with you right. Ok, that's enough bitching from me for now...will try to sound less depressing/suicidal next time...hopefully.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-115346239630552760?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/115346239630552760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=115346239630552760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/115346239630552760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/115346239630552760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-then-i-fell-down-yelling-make-it.html' title='&quot;And then I fell down yelling &apos;Make it go away!&apos; &quot;'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-115018310881108469</id><published>2006-06-13T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:25:19.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, apparently I haven't had much time to write lately....actually no, that's a lie. I've had too much time to write but nothing to write about. I mean I could have popped online and moaned and bitched about the pathetic turn my life has taken as of late, but honestly I didn't really see the point. I'm still not too well after my rather long and annoying case of mono...actually it fucked over my defenses enough that I easily got sick agian right after I beat the crap.....I really should have known that would happen. So, I was forced to take a year off from school....I would rather have quit entirely....and try to heal and have a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'relaxing' &lt;/span&gt;break (it was anything but)...any now I am in school for the summer to catch up.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(insert sarcastic comment here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life sucks...and from the looks of things it will continue to suck through till December, at which point I will have to find employment somewhere using this rather useless degree I have earned....obviously I'm not in a very good mood. Actually I've decided I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;have done something increadibly henious in my last life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;......(ie. was cruel to puppies and stole candy from children while plotting and acting out evil schemes all over the world)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;as I firmly believe in Karma, and well, my life speaks for itself. Until another depressive mood hits me....yours entirely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-115018310881108469?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/115018310881108469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=115018310881108469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/115018310881108469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/115018310881108469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile.......'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-113376196854723461</id><published>2005-12-04T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:57:44.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on living alone</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I wasn't going to write for awhile, but I'm in a bit of a funk. This past month has completely sucked...I feel so drained, so depressed, and...so alone. I've never really felt this isolated before, I mean I'm pretty independant most days, but for the past month I've felt like something is missing. And while I know I'm feeling more lonely than usual right now because it's the holidays and I barely see my friends anymore, I'm also thinking it might be because I need someone. I can honestly say I don't have much experience when it come to men, I've never had a boyfriend and what I have done is limited to stupid things I've done in clubs...and over the years I've decided that I don't need a man to be content with life. But then I remember what it feels like to be held by someone, and how great some guys smell.....and I realize that it would be nice to have someone in my life that was around simply because they wanted me (not because they wanted something or needed my help with something). Just someone who would be content to Talk, Joke, Laugh, Walk in silence, or Hold me for no other reason than they want to.&lt;br /&gt;I know this post seems a little bit odd given my pervious posts, but with everything else going on in life right now it's what I'm feeling. I've realized that my university life is alomst over and that soon I'm not going to have what little comfort I get from the friends I have now, because although I am finishing my studieds most of my friends either have plans to continue their schooling or already have jobs waiting for them out of the province....and I'm still stuck here in limbo. I have no idea what I want to do, the degree that I have earned isn't going to get me any job, and I don't have the funds to continue school. My only options are to either find a job out here and try to save some money....or if that fails to move home (which I have NO desire to do). I wouldn't usually be bothered so much by these thoughts, but I'm so far behind in my studies right now that I'm afraid I won't be able to graduate, and since my so-called friends heard I had mono they haven't called me. I mean I can understand not wanting to get it....but none of them had any problems being around another friend of ours when she had mono last year.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm sitting here stressed out, depressed, and feeling completely alone watching the 'holiday greetings' commercials on tv where everyone is happy and every girl has a hansome well built guy to hang off of.....and I would get completely drunk to drown away my sorrows but I'm completely broke and have no booze (besides it's not healthy to get wasted alone)...and I'm thinking 'Merry Fucking Christmas'....................hopefully all the cheer ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-113376196854723461?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113376196854723461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=113376196854723461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113376196854723461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113376196854723461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2005/12/thoughts-on-living-alone.html' title='thoughts on living alone'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-113279468788045056</id><published>2005-11-23T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:11:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little mood music.....</title><content type='html'>"Everyone's A Junkie" by Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not waiting for the answers&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too drunk to remember&lt;br /&gt;Why I always slip through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drugs and fake ambition&lt;br /&gt;Have been helping me to hide&lt;br /&gt;But it's the endless television&lt;br /&gt;That has kept me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does it stop?&lt;br /&gt;Where does it end?&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be good&lt;br /&gt;I can be bad&lt;br /&gt;I can be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything's gone black&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Black, you're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;For the things that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really not that different&lt;br /&gt;You just made me think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does it stop?&lt;br /&gt;Where does it end?&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be good&lt;br /&gt;I can be bad&lt;br /&gt;I can be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything's gone black&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Black, you're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie&lt;br /&gt;Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie..&lt;br /&gt;Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie..&lt;br /&gt;Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie&lt;br /&gt;Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie&lt;br /&gt;You're the big green monkey, everone's a junkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black You're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Black, you're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And I'll remember this someday&lt;br /&gt;Black, you're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Black, you're looking for that sun&lt;br /&gt;You're looking for that light&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, you're not the only one to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soooo describes my mood today....everyone must be a junkie cause ppl were acting really damn weird today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-113279468788045056?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113279468788045056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=113279468788045056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113279468788045056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113279468788045056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/little-mood-music.html' title='a little mood music.....'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-113271437371739271</id><published>2005-11-22T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:05:05.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: I'd Rather be a SANE sinner.........</title><content type='html'>First up in this ramble...a quick shout out to the only person who has commented on my blog so far Adam Hollow...so sweet you've added me to you fav's ;) This is going to have to be a quick and dirty post cause I have allot to do and no energy to do it. ok, on with the rant....well I'm not going back on any before-mentioned points in any way shape or form, but as an update to my previous rant about double standards and taking out frustrations on guys in clubs....while rather satisfying at that time I have to say I'm kinda sorta regretting it now.....I only have one word for you -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Mono&lt;/span&gt; - yeah, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So because of this rather unfortunate turn of events I will not be posting again for awhile as I will be trying to buy a voo doo doll on the black market so I can get revenge on that sorry bastard who made me sick....oh, yeah and catch up with my usual work (but that's kinda taking second place at the moment). Hope all my adoring fans are doing better than I am. Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-113271437371739271?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113271437371739271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=113271437371739271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113271437371739271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113271437371739271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/re-id-rather-be-sane-sinner.html' title='Re: I&apos;d Rather be a SANE sinner.........'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-113161326505622464</id><published>2005-11-10T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:01:05.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How the might have fallen</title><content type='html'>Why hello my adoring fans....all of probably 2 who have actually stumbled across this crap.  Why is it that no matter how hard you try to get out of whatever hole you dug yourself into, you seem only to get deeper???  I used to be so good.....not just as in pure and innocent, but reliable, proficient....if I put my mind to something, I got it done.  No Problem.  So what exactly happened...how did I go from the girl who does everything right to the gril scrambling to hold on?  When did my life get so depressing, going from day to day just thinking about what HAD to be done just to get caught up?  I am so far behind in life now it is insane....this is not where I had planned to be in highschool....everything was supposed to get better after I left that hell.  I was supposed to have fun!  I was supposed to BE someone!  But I'm not.  It's been five fucking years since grad....and I have almost nothing to show for it.  And that is pathetic.  That's more than pathetic....I wish I could go back, to like grade 10.  I could change everything then.  I was so afraid to be who I was, to be noticed for any reason...and that has stuck with me - and I have missed so much in life because of it.  I thought I was going to move out of that stupid little town and make something of myself, show all those people that I was better than they thought.  But look at me....I'm not better, hell I'm not even as good as I was when I left.  I'm becoming the failure that I had always feared...and I don't know if there is anything I can do to stop it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-113161326505622464?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113161326505622464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=113161326505622464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113161326505622464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113161326505622464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-might-have-fallen.html' title='How the might have fallen'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-113054854728399870</id><published>2005-10-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:20:53.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'd Rather Be A SANE Sinner Then A MAD Puritan"</title><content type='html'>why are there so many double standards in society today? I'm not usually one to complain....I usually could not give a fuck about feminism or any other "ism" involved in the relations between men and women....but seroiusly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF?!?!&lt;/span&gt; Ok, I guess I'll start at the beginning. A while ago I went on a pub crawl, not exactly stellar news i know, so yeah...I went, I got drunk, and I screwed around with some guy on the dance floor -- I mean nothing too serious or anything --enough to take the edge off of the stress I had been feeling anyway. So, the guy I was fooling around with was nice, a friend of mine knew him for a class she is taking, he was an all round nice guy. At the end of the night we went our seperate ways -- it was fun, no hard feelings, hopefully won't see you anytime soon. I was fine with it...he was fine with it as much as I could tell, but my 'friend' seemed to have issues with this. So for the past week she has been repeatedly trying to give me his number. I her words "he's a nice guy, and even if you aren't very attracted to him you should call him....i mean you made out with him on a dance floor. You don't want to be like one of those ppl, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;And my only thought was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;huh??? one of what people???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Apparently my friends didn't think it was very "good" for me to take out my frustration and stress on a poor unsuspecting guy in a club.....HELLO!!! what do they think &lt;em&gt;HE &lt;/em&gt;was there for? I don't think it was for the atmosphere. It's ok for him because he has a Y chromesome, but not for me because I'm not supposed to have those kind of needs. These people cricising me sit around watching T.V. and movies 24/7 complaining about their hard lives (where mommy and daddy take care of every and any need) and barely ever look outside their circle for new poeple...and they think they have the right to criticise me! I mean, ok screwing around with guys at clubs is probably not the most moral thing to do, but excuse me....FUCK MORALS! I was stressed and needed an outlet - and he certainly didn't seem to mind all that much. I would rather fool around with half the guys in this city and maintain my meager hold on sanity then become a fridged puritanic who does not have a stable grip on reality because they are so concerned with what is right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My view is, if it feels right do it - Who the Fuck cares what other people think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-113054854728399870?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113054854728399870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=113054854728399870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113054854728399870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/113054854728399870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2005/10/id-rather-be-sane-sinner-then-mad.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d Rather Be A SANE Sinner Then A MAD Puritan&quot;'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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-16626351.post-112648423409730394</id><published>2005-09-11T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:17:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of insanity</title><content type='html'>Well...here we are my first blog post.  I know I should say something&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; epic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;inspirational&lt;/span&gt; so that you will continue to read this shit, but I really don't care whether you do or not....so I you really need that crap close your eyes and pretend.  Ok, so this is pretty much where I am going to go and rant...about my sad and currently pathetic life.  Just so your are warned, this is not a touchy-feely-my-life-sucks-so-pity-me-sorta-rant.  This is more of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I-need-to-vent-to-someone-or-something-that-is-not-completely-focused-on-themselves-and-only-cares-about-other-people's-problems-because-thats-what-good-people-do-kinda-shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  So this is my initial statement to the masses.  I might put poetry, short stories, and the like on here if I feel inspired one day, but I suggest you save yourself some pain and forgo reading any of that crap, because...well, it will be crap.  Ok, that's all for now, how I kept my audience rivited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Always,  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16626351-112648423409730394?l=whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112648423409730394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16626351&amp;postID=112648423409730394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/112648423409730394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16626351/posts/default/112648423409730394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareyoureadingthiscrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/start-of-insanity.html' title='the start of insanity'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10998125738004899990</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>
