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      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 22:22:36 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>jump down! and then take  off again.</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 14:35:33 -0700</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 14:33:48 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>you have to be seen to be scene </title>
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      <title>Back to Bedlam</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[Can I really be blogging about this again? For I thought I was clear from all of this bedlam, I was wrong. Let me reiterate myself for the press. I hate valentines day. With a significant other.......well it's almost as worse as without one. I almost just wish I could just worry about myself and no one else. Man, will I ever find the one that will make a valentines day special. A single rose could win my heart, but instead you chose to win your stomach. Something so small that has been gargantuanised. For it was so simple to make my heart jump with a joyous passion. What is love? Babies always hurt me. One more year, till im done! I'll be done with these boys, done with this city, done with that old person. I though I was ok, I thought I would be fine, I was expecting more. She gets 12, I get one? I need a rich boy friend with a bigger personality. Mr. Perfect was no better. Nothing, not even a card. I almost want to scream. How does every other one get her dream and i? I am left with this perpetual resentment against this holiday and what it stands for.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 03:11:03 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>To Life</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[To life, is something I would really be pleased to toast to at this very moment b/c I am very tired of trying to please everyone. It is stressful and makes me upset. Im best friend less and about to go insane. I constantly want to cry and think Its so not worth it. Lets start from the top of the triangle. My relationship with God is like my relationship with Aaron Carter.....non-existent. I have never felt so separated in my entire life. Next, is my family. What family? It seems as if the only time I spend with them is riding in the car from place to place. I try and give them some time but it doesn't satisfy. Then My relationship with my best friends.......Well I have lost....hallie, and Rachael. Rachael is who I was when I was a freshman, and I honestly don't know what to do with her. I try and be supportive but I just am not sure. Being a intern is hell. We are tying to make launch a ministry ran by kids....talk about the blind leading the blind. There is no support in it at all. My heart breaks for our lost ministry. The control issue is coming back up. Its overbearing and overpowering. School is great excepts im very behind on my poem. Kyle and me are prefect :) Yeah. I need to get my life in order.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 17:34:40 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Clark Gable</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[He, meaning Kyle Landon Shahan; gave me a Christmas card Clark Gable would be jealous of. <br />I quote:<br /><br />"I love you more than ever.....<br />for all the reasons<br />that made me fall in love<br />with you in the first place<br />and all the other lovable qualities<br />you've shown me since then.<br />I love you more<br />than words can say....<br />because there are no words <br />to describe<br />all the wonderful feelings<br />I've know because of you.<br />I've know because of you.<br />Whether we're sharing <br />private times of passion<br />or  moments of playfulness<br />whether we're talking <br />about out dreams <br />or working out our problems<br />the closeness we share<br />never runs our of new ways<br />to touch my heart.<br /><br /><br /><br />I love you<br />more than you'll ever know......<br />because one lifetime <br />isn't long enough<br />to tell you or show you<br />how much the love we share<br />means to me."<br /><br /><br /><br />"I read this and realized that it <br /> said <b> exactly </b> what I've been <br />trying to tell you. I love you!<br />Kyle"<br /><br /><br /><br />I recieved that card with a snoopy stuffed animal holding a heart that says, "Happiness is...... having someone to love"<br /><br /><br />I refuse to be another romanticised obessed teenager. Infact......... I fear it. <br />Now tell me is love a decision?  <br />Can we not be emotional and feel free from guilt at the same time?<br />Is passion not built into us by God?<br /><br />Clark Gable <br />vs.<br />God<br /><br />I think there should be a book titled that. <br />Maybe after working 4 months on a thesis about Romanticism and the affects it has on courtship........I can under go a scrutinized test of mine.  Im afraid I might be everything I hate.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 06:19:17 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Im Sick</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[Im sick of your two faces<br />you TWO fake faces<br />you are NOT who you were <br />and it makes me sick<br />sick to even think about it<br />do you know what?<br />im going to physical <br />and play this game back at you<br />YOU HYPOCRITICAL bitch.<br />have fun with your contradicting man <br />your breaking rules that you are aware of<br />get silly, because when your done. you will be alone<br /> I was the one who gave you him.<br />its ok, ill just play this game. <br />its really not that hard to be cynical. <br />not HARD at all.<br />is that what you do?<br />what a great christian<br /> you know nothing<br />NOTHING, nothing about struggling or faith<br />your so wrong about everything, it makes me ill<br />im done with you<br />im done with this hell of a belle<br />im done with everyone from my past<br />your worthless and have done nothing to encourage me at all<br />you left me<br />you left me and never came back<br />don't try and be me babe.<br />thats just stupid<br />we have no relationship<br />NONE<br />i need a best friend who isn't a boy<br />and so do you<br />ha <br />look i can be a smart ass too mr.<br />you have no clue about life<br />real life. <br />you never went to school and are going NO WHERE.<br />no where, none<br />just wait when I become rich. then who will you blame?<br />*screem*<br />i love you kyle, im so glad our relationship is NOTHING like theirs<br />"no, no no squares"]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:12:40 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>The Things in Life that Are Un-said</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[So, I have been thinking of all of those  melodramatic teenagers who have nothing better to do with their lives then waste them away at video games and senseless media. Well I want to be an exception from the statistic. I want to better and further my education by excelling my foreign languages to include greek and hebrew. I want to get a 31 or a 32 on the ACT. I want to make my vocabulary larger and sound as smart as I will become. I want to lose some weight and get some clothes. I want to be satisfied with where I am in life.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 21:12:12 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>I have a secret.</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[And Im not a fan of them, as you know my patience level is very low. <br />So I will give you what I have and let you decide what to do with it. <br /><br />your all three pages. <br /><br /><br />yeah, and im confused as you are.<br />So just letting you know. <br />I have been dared to move. <br /><br /><br />im sick of all the hinting, lets talk till I find truth<br /><br />I don' know what you were thinking but I want honesty, i will not be hurt again by fake love<br /><br />my love will look and sound like a movie, and if yours won't then its not worth it to me. <br /><br />Dare you to move.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 10:36:47 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>"I'd Prove My Love If You Would Let Me"</title>
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      <description><![CDATA["I feel inadequate" words that consistently pounded at me for years.  Always having to prove something to someone. I love that Im totally done with it. I thought I had released that a wile ago....obviously not. As of today at 7:11 (thats funny) pm September 26.....im finished with it. I don't need to prove a thing. Always trying to one up, yet never getting any closer to the goal. It's not even worth it anymore. The only one I have to impress is the one who gives me life. <br /><br />so to my audience of one.......<br />take everything i am, im clay within your hands.<br /><br />shape me<br />form me<br />TELL me<br />lead me<br /><br /><br />pull me by my hair. I am open to your words. <br /><br />now for you:<br /><br />READ MY BATTLE CRY MESSAGE.<br />It screams, I want more.<br /><br />Im sorry im not the same as every other girl.<br />im sorry I can't be rich<br />im sorry im not funny/smart/talented enough for your liking<br /><br />It <b> really doesn't matter to me any longer </b><br />take a leap.<br />a leap of <i> faith </i><br /><br />because I'd prove my love if you would let me....the love that looks and sounds like a movie<br /><br />the kind of  "dancing in the rain wearing a dress wile playing with chalk" kind of feeling. A feeling that isn't happiness b/c that stuff is not lasting, yet true and genuine <b> joy </b> ]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 21:02:31 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>The Charmour</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[He has me captivated. The longing for something I can't have yet am free to reach on a consistant basis keeps this manifest destiny going.  I can see the ring on my hand. Is that not enough motivation? Its such a perfect day when Im around you. Sappy is what I can be when I can discribe a love that looks and sounds like a move. Yet my story book ending will not happen so there is no point in getting attached. NO POINT. dear God let me leave it A-L-O-N-E. alone. I don't want to get hurt again. So therefore I will let you do the work this time b/c you know who I am supposed to love. And not let my heart strings get tied up all over again. There would be no point to that now would there. He is perfect for me. Because he love you more then me :D <br /><br />*as my heart skips a beat. forever the charMORE.<br /><br />i want MORE.<br />plz? lord?<br />are you there.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 08:49:02 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>My Standards Are Changing Once Again</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[I guess when you become hurt, the best thing is to contemplate the future. <br />I have new standards.<br />Once again<br /><br /><br /><br />new: trust in the Lord as much as I do.<br />       : accept me for who I am<br />       : respect me <br />       : treat me like the princess I am<br />       : pay attention to details that make life<br />       : talk about our feelings, and what were going through<br />       : hang out all the time, and never get tired of it<br />       : someone that will make every girl jealous <br />       : someone who is real<br />           <br /><br /><br />              Someone I have yet to find.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 12:25:41 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>_______________ive got this ice box where my heart used to be im so cold im so cold im so cold</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[jan 21 2008- july 17 2008  =christiana and mitchell schaeffer's relationship.<br /><br />we broke up.<br /><br /><br />want more information<br />well so do I<br /><br />chapter two-flip]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:18:37 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>You Were Meant For Amazing Things</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[never forget your here on this world for a purpose, don't give up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />struggle with pride and dance in celebration when you emerge out of the rut.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it will soon be worth it .......eventually,<br />and please make eventually in the future not in the present.<br /><br /><br /><br />It easy to begin again but challenging to work through it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I usually choose to being again<br />.<br /><br /><br />But this time Im going to put up the weapons because me and my allies are innocent tonight. I never wanted you to go. There is a timer inside my soul. But remember the words purpose driven life. I have one.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What's yours?<br /><br /><br />you were meant for amazing things, the battle has already been won.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 20:01:05 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>The Only Thing that Changes is the Name of the Day and the Conversation</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[Would you like to know a secret? <br /><br />Im kind of sick of the immature bull shit that I am consistently put through. <br />Im glad I left.<br />I have NO regrets on that factor.<br /><br />So, I publish my thoughts on here just so that people might read it. I am going to be honest and I will not hold back. She has secrets that should give her a reason to leave. <br /><br />no, I left instead.<br /><br /><br /><br />These stepping stones are boulders alone, but nothing compares to the mud<br />My heart screams go, but head says no, as I contemplate the future (I'm scared of the future)<br />OH it hurts OH  does it get any worse?  I said OH  im dead. OH  I think I  did it again.<br />I said all I know is ive done wrong and the sins i did will be revealed in this song. <br />I don't know if you knew about the night with the skater boy and he wasn't you<br />This is what I did to you when I was sober. This is what I did to you when I  was sober. <br /><br /><br />Don't worry your part is next. Im craving attention again and so is she.  I have a bed time story for you before you lay your head in broad day light.<br />      <br /><br />Once upon a time there lived a princess who was very well liked in the parts of  Beautiful-Vue who only wanted peace and fun. Then one day her world was rocked by another princess from a hated area called Hell- Hood. At first the two girls got along great and life was wonderful. They would  go to grand balls and wear gorgeous dresses sewn with the finest unicorn hair from Beautiful- Vue. Suddenly things take a toll when the princess from Hell- Hood wanted to become the princess from Beautiful- Vue. The princess from Hell- Hood began stealing the other beautiful, saine princess friends,, life, interests, and personality. At first when the Princess from the lovely land of Beautiful- Vue didn't know what happened. She was shocked and upset that this was happening.... that the other princess what taking her life and re-doing it, making it better. The princess from the land of Beautiful -Vue began to rand to her concubines and maids about her problem. They all sat there in shock and called her horrible names not to be mentioned in this FAIRY TALE  because they thought she was being self-centered and obsessive. During all of this the very handsome prince was observing from the tallest tower in the castle. He told the princess of Beautiful -Vue he loved her and cared for her. This was all very true when he was with her but when he was off on his own taking his shinning stallion of a horse through the woods, the prince had other thoughts. This was never confirmed just a legend, a FAIRY TALE. The prince tired to keep out of the two princess disagreements but finally he was dragged into it when the princess of Beautiful- Vue found out a horrible secret about the princess of Hell-Hood. A decision had to be made and many knights were slaughtered because of it. The Princess of Beautiful- Vue was fed up with the drama and deiced to kill herself  by taking the thorns from a poison rose and slowly shoving them into her spine instead. No one , not even the prince or her maids cared anyway. Now you can have my life. <br /><br />Alternate Ending: The Princess of Beautiful-Vue confronts the Princess (wicked witch) of Hell-Hood. <br />Alternate Ending: The Princess of Beautiful-Vue forgives and forgets. <br />Alternate Ending: The Princess of Beautiful-Vue  GIVES UP.<br /><br />People of the peresent day life you pick the ending. But remeber this is a FAIRY TALE so everyone must live happly ever after? correct!]]></description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:25:18 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>pointless.....with out a good point.</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/christianaisarocket/posts/text/671877</link>
      <description><![CDATA[She is stealing my life, my friends my identity. Repeating my past without making my mistakes. Im furious and no one understands. Ive been told that I am exaggerating but how could I when the better version of me is floating around my friends. I sometimes want to SCREEM out loud for the sake of my sanity. Leave me alone. Stop consistaly following me. I cannot believe that all of them have replaced you with me. I fucking Jelsous, i'll even admit it.<br /><br />i don't want to be replaced by her<br />i don't want to have to do this all over again<br />just because she has no friends why does she steal mine<br /><br /><br /><br />i feel like cussing at her<br />she looks like she got banged in the face with a brick<br /><br />im not mad<br />im happy.......really<br /><br />i might actually just leave. <br /><br /><br />Im contemplating aneroxica again. it was the only way people saw me for who i wanted to be. skinny. b/c that seems like thats all she has going for her. so i must fake her out. I MUST FAKE HER OUT AGAIN.<br /><br /><br />im loosing it<br />it could be from my lack of sleep last night b/c i was so angry and no one understood. Not even my best friend.<br /><br /><br />I GIVE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />no, i was wrong!<br />this is officially the most pointless blog]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 20:52:35 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>The Ironist.</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[I have given myself the name the ironist for the reason that It seems lately everything I do is somehow ironic. Such as now. I feel as if im a princess to everyone but the one person I actually care about. Is he taking me for granted? Because you know he can be replaced In a single heart beat. But I honestly don't want to replace him at all. I just want him to love me........and tell me he does. Not just  when Im in his arms. I want to him to wake up with a desire to see me just like me. I hate watching other people get the treatment I deserve. This is how I know he's not incapable of it . My friend seems to get it. No I'm not mad, just a little vexed. I mean I seriously have well worth male counterparts at my disposal. It like the irony of this situation is un-real. But it's whatever now. If he really ever new what went down that day.......I wouldn't breathe the next day. Through the window pain I can see what bringing me down and what I need to do. I need to tell him it bothers me. That's just it though, we never talk. I know so little in 6 months. I mean Im getting bored with the convos and the one goodbye kiss. Come on now.......I THRIVE FOR ADVENTURE! give it to me, otherwise you not really worth my time? This Irony of the situation. Reverting back to that night......now those two nights where I screwed up,well it seems to not hold regret on my heart. I don't want to go back and change what I did. For this reason I am frightened. Yet when I see him messing around with my friend I loose all sense of civilness and I break.........I drop and break. Here is verbal irony. <br /><br /><br /><br />I have become Christiana [the ironist] (TM)]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 19:13:04 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Those Trigger Happy Mad Men</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/christianaisarocket/posts/text/651368</link>
      <description><![CDATA[Well they like to shoot through this heart...........again. <br />  <br /><br />    I have never understood the need or the feeling to physically hurt someone until today. Now the light has shed upon me. For once why do I have to do the "right " thing? Let me be a human. Why must people act the way they do? Honey he was mine first ,get over it. They are all mine actually and Im so sorry the two of you are jealous. It's really not my problem anymore. Just expect a hate myspace message that will cool me down and get you heated up again. Drama makes life interesting, too bad I could defiantly live without it. Boy one, well I can never understand you. Biting my ear will not get you anywhere, neither will singing me sappy love songs with a smile on your face. I know your tricks because there old. You have used them on me and others and Im about to crack your mystery. As I have said before, I play the boi game to the best of my ability. Just like chugging a seven liter jug of acid, you hurt my insides. To see you with her??? Who the hell do you think you are? I remember the old you. The one no one would talk to .....ha .......he was my friend. You say you have dirt on me to spill but what dirt is that? The old dust from past years that is useless information? Or the made up mud that you say happened but in actuality was a giant mud pie complete with extra drama in the shape of flowers. The flowers were ment to be good, a symbol of beauty and grace. No longer will flowers be that symbol in my mind or heart. Ha many songs were written on the subject. Mine will defiantly be the number one hit. Now to talk about boy number two. Oh yes. there are many ones that need to be spoken about. Not just one. In fact the NUMBER ONE isn't going to be wrote about at all. For he has done nothing wrong, therefore I feel like a man-eating jerk.  Boy two has gotten me in-trouble. I was wrong what I did, but the entire blame cannot rest upon my shoulders alone. It takes two to sin the way we did. If I had to go back........well I don't regret it. In fact I embrace the pain of the situation and take it into consideration that EVERYTHING happens for a reason. This happened to teach me. And honey I learned a lot. Now my stomach is upside down and very teen agngsty. I have plans to hurt the others with our actions. Dear God hold me down and burn the schemes inside my head. Boy three is a tripper. He gives me ideas about suicide and death threats. I would never live it down if something happened to him. He has told me before that if he takes his life it would be my fault. He can't put that on me when he is drunk or stoned. He tells me things and then calls early to apologize. He at times frightens me. The fear for my safety and his is plentiful. Yet when I search my heart,  I know he could never hurt a fly. He admits he loves me, yet I do not return the saying. Instead I rebuttal ideas and thoughts in my head about giving up and not talking to him. Leaving him on his own. What draws me closer? <br /><br /><br />Those Trigger Happy Mad Men Have NOT Succeeded In Shooting This Heart......................as of this week.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 04:54:36 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>The Boi Game</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/christianaisarocket/posts/text/647892</link>
      <description><![CDATA[Note: Not to be played when dealing with with actual ppl<br /><br />Rules: PLAYER can not get caught. PLAYER has as much fun as possible screwing up pretty boy's minds. PLAYER must be good at what she does. Keep the relationship going and there is bonus points available.<br /><br />To win PLAYER must not be emotionally scared by the trouble and trauma she has caused.<br /><br /><br /><br />So, another round of this game has just begun, and im really getting tired of it. Sadly this is the only game im good at. No, im not a muderer, just a stealer of hearts and it's something I have excelled in. I choose my victom ....or maybe 3, have my fun to feel afirmed and then go. Just like that. Yet there is always this one ...........the one that a stick with and devote my thoughts to. In this case there are 2! No im not proud. This is new and hard for me. Yet I admit im wrong. To bad im beating all in the boi game.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 08:43:13 -0700</pubDate>
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