<?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-6293326770369546825</id><updated>2011-08-14T15:09:41.487+10:00</updated><category term='Life'/><title type='text'>Shadow</title><subtitle type='html'>Shadow is now</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-6588255378189570298</id><published>2009-06-24T22:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:33:37.071+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am crazy</title><content type='html'>I'm putting this out there. I am madly in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-6588255378189570298?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6588255378189570298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=6588255378189570298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6588255378189570298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6588255378189570298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-crazy.html' title='I am crazy'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-1704095549885709516</id><published>2009-05-13T21:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:25:08.141+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to wonder if I'm losing it. I get this brilliant idea for a story then it's gone and that leaves we wondering if I've lost my talent for writing. I hope not, but I am trying to get those brilliant ideas back. On another note, the budget came out yesterday, extremely exciting time except Mr Rudd is an idiot. I'm going to leave it here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-1704095549885709516?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1704095549885709516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=1704095549885709516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1704095549885709516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1704095549885709516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/05/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-5000480998117658839</id><published>2009-04-06T11:46:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:46:57.259+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So the other day I had four wisdom teeth out, which wasn’t the most exciting experience but it had to be done, that got me wondering why are wisdom teeth called wisdom teeth. I honestly don’t think they provide much wisdom, so with my thought provoking idea I had to search the internet and it’s quite interesting what I found.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wisdom teeth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;are given their unique title because of the period in which they grow inside a person's &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q249460.html#"&gt;mouth&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; . As a matter of fact, wisdom teeth don't appear in the mouth until a person turns 18 or 20 – the age which marks the arrival of formal adulthood and along with that, gives rise to an additional extent of wisdom and sagacity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I must admit being utterly bored has will taught me something and I honestly am glad they are out even though I can still only eat mush!    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-5000480998117658839?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5000480998117658839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=5000480998117658839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/5000480998117658839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/5000480998117658839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/04/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-7104855882466826451</id><published>2009-03-19T20:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:59:59.807+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>This blog actually has nothing to do with distance, I just honestly couldn't think on a title. Attempting to write an English essay but am failing and when I say failing I mean FAILING dramatically. I have gotten through something like 600 songs give or take on my playlist, which is comprised of music that boyfriend chose for me which I love him for. I have a totally awesome fringe, covers half my eye for I'm happy, and I think I've topped my business assessment. Um I've realised muse is a kinda good band. Still trying to find a second related text on belong, $100 if you can find me one by sunday night. lol. Still need to find out where I can get free anime downloads, please if you know tell me I will be forever greatful.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm over this.&lt;br /&gt;Fragment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-7104855882466826451?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/7104855882466826451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=7104855882466826451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/7104855882466826451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/7104855882466826451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-4164620375042575453</id><published>2009-03-16T20:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:58:11.292+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Yay it's exam time next week, how fun, NOT! So I've gone it to study mode but am struggling. I think I have kinda lost my feel for my writing, I haven't made a return to SW in a while and have more been focused on attempting to create a creative writing piece for my AOS exam. I have a new video up on my channel and I am staying now matter what! So get used to it. I'm bored now and therese my blog so have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-4164620375042575453?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4164620375042575453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=4164620375042575453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/4164620375042575453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/4164620375042575453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/03/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-6680901742164190857</id><published>2009-01-19T16:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:49:17.157+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back after a long time of absence, I'm just a bit calmer than other times. The holidays are all most of and I got up to none of the mischief I want to get up to. Well I did do some things that many would condone but I really don't mind. So this is my last ever school Christmas holiday as a student, and its my last ever year of high school. I've stopped all together with writing and don't know when I will get back to it. I'm also had a change in age. 17. One more year left of being stuck and bound by parents then freedom. That's really all I can think of so I will get back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-6680901742164190857?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6680901742164190857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=6680901742164190857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6680901742164190857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6680901742164190857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-8444688191515914082</id><published>2008-11-24T16:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:22:57.104+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal never tasted this good???</title><content type='html'>Did normal always feel this good, or am I just living my life thinking everything is normal when it really isn't. Alot to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things have sorted themselves over, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;So I had planned to write heaps but I've forgotten to write them down, I am kinda in the mood for writing more of the domed city, I'm hoping to have the first book finished and re-read, collaberated and sorted by the end of the year (fingers crossed). If not well it should get there one day. Well I've had some fun, I will get back to my videos as well and my website, but for now this is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-8444688191515914082?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8444688191515914082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=8444688191515914082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/8444688191515914082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/8444688191515914082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/11/normal-never-tasted-this-good.html' title='Normal never tasted this good???'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-6106890075906645824</id><published>2008-10-03T16:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:07:55.121+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a long few days since my last angry post. I wish I can sit here today and take most of that stuff I said about my father back, but I can't and today I realised that, but at this point of time I don't want to go into it. I am again in the mood for writing but not story writing, it's more of a feel for journalism but not, if you get my drift. I finally have the place to myself, cousins have gone home and now I have some peace and quite. Domed city is coming along quite well, but there isn't much of a finishing date in site yet, but hopefully over the next week I should be making some progress on it. If not then I really don't know what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Catch Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday started off like any other day, sleep in, get etc. Did a bit of this, a bit of that, you know. Cousins came down, mainly hung with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again hung out with my cousins, by day 2 it began to take it's toll on me, it's the age difference. Again same thing over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went swimming, hanging in the sun being a kid again, I dropped everything that was holding me back and let it go, I felt free, but that didn't last to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday (Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-6106890075906645824?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6106890075906645824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=6106890075906645824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6106890075906645824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6106890075906645824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-long-few-days-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-3100561837231050248</id><published>2008-09-03T16:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:24:49.585+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oROsnruscRQ/SL4uprssPTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0EXkgO4f41E/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oROsnruscRQ/SL4uprssPTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0EXkgO4f41E/s320/tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241678309945523506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm back. &lt;/span&gt;Here we go twenty-one questions from Elisa as to why I wasn't at school, over and over. That's why I disappear for a day is to get a break. Ok I've gone of topic. I'm back. just one quick thought, If we lived in a perfect world, then there would be no bullies, they'd be out of a job. So much for a stress-less day. I'm supposed to be taking a day off to regroup my thoughts get over everything that has happened and that has just gone out the door. Oh well I am going to stress out, kill myself and the world might be a better place. I was supposed to be in control of everything after today, but I lost that dam quick enough. I wasn't sick, I was stressed, I take a day off to get on top of things sort out my life work out what I want to do with work. But I don't think that is going to happen. I'm supposed to be finishing my English essay, but no I'm on here venting. I really didn't want this to be a bitch fest but that's what it's turned into.&lt;br /&gt;Lets start again.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had that feeling where everything is just caving in, and then it does. Well it's happened to me. So I took a day off to get a way from it...a mental health day. I've done most of my English, still haven't done my hospo, but I will get there. I just need to rearrange my life. Which I will eventually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing my English narrative, which I think I will post on SW. Um there isn't much else to report on. So yea, what I had planned to write...well that went out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Fragments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-3100561837231050248?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3100561837231050248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=3100561837231050248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3100561837231050248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3100561837231050248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/09/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oROsnruscRQ/SL4uprssPTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0EXkgO4f41E/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-6026556978555111597</id><published>2008-07-10T14:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:19:21.341+10:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's Thursday</title><content type='html'>The first week of the school holidays is nearly over. I wouldn't say it went that quick. Things with Rach have settled down. I think she was going to ask some guy from checkouts out. So yea. Pretty shit situation. But the good news is I am still with Tim and we both love each other. I've spent most of my holidays doing nothing. Oh well I guess there isn't much more to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-6026556978555111597?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6026556978555111597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=6026556978555111597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6026556978555111597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6026556978555111597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-its-thursday.html' title='So it&apos;s Thursday'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-124658729845274825</id><published>2008-07-02T20:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:49:23.847+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Confession. It's done I told her, but I am still with my boyfriend. To my surprise she had feelings for me but likes this other guy, which sucks. But I am happy to wait, as long as it will take. So enough of that. I got my computer back so I have some music to listen to, which is also good. I totally fucked up my English speech and didn't get to finish. I lost my jumper and got pissed off at the world. So that was my shit day. Two day's left of school then two weeks off which rocks. So I'm going to catch up with friends and boyfriends. So I don't have much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-124658729845274825?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/124658729845274825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=124658729845274825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/124658729845274825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/124658729845274825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/07/cofession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-5827056811355866792</id><published>2008-06-30T21:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:12:06.409+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not that hard to say right. Wrong. How do you really tell your boyfriend on like a year and three months that you want to break up with him. You don't. God, why did love have to be so hard. How do I tell him that you like someone else...maybe your friend. Someone that he has met, someone that he likes. A girl. It's really not as easy as I thought it would be, and that's not the breaking up part. You know when you get that sick feeling in your gut. Well try living with that. I was always told not to disturb the natural order, so on and so forth. You know girls like guys, vice versa. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that all I really wanted to talk about. Any idea's I'm open to suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-5827056811355866792?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5827056811355866792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=5827056811355866792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/5827056811355866792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/5827056811355866792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-words.html' title='Two Words'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-3319859863302604101</id><published>2008-06-17T16:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:46:21.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for goodbye's</title><content type='html'>No I'm not the one saying goodbye, but my friend Tash is leaving school for bigger and brighter things, well maybe not that big. So yea another intellectual mind leaves me. Soon I shall be like the rest of the population, dumb and dim-witted (sorry) So today has kinda been very mellow. I had a business task to day, that was simple, my fav teach was back today YAY (yeah I know I'm weird but having the same maths teacher for the three past years does that to you) So yea thats my day anyway I shall be back I'm going out for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-3319859863302604101?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3319859863302604101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=3319859863302604101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3319859863302604101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3319859863302604101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-goodbyes.html' title='Time for goodbye&apos;s'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-1496276146662193768</id><published>2008-06-06T19:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:49:43.947+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneeze</title><content type='html'>Crazy title, So just checking in to say hi so...HI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-1496276146662193768?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1496276146662193768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=1496276146662193768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1496276146662193768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1496276146662193768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/sneeze.html' title='Sneeze'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-5474015872625904337</id><published>2008-06-04T17:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:13:07.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash</title><content type='html'>Again another crazy title. Well it has been a bit of a flash this past few days, everything seems to go really slowly and then I get home and the day's gone. Crazy huh. So, schools been fun and boring at the same time, but I am getting through it. It's now Wednesday so I have a few thing to write about. Sunday was work, ten hour shift at woolies on checkouts. So that was an extremely long day. I've seem to has lost my knack for writing the moment. So my works have just stopped dead in the tracks. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday been school and so will Thursday and Friday then Saturday I'm off to Sydney for a few days but will return. I thought I had more to talk about but I don't so this is farewell for now. I shall maybe have something more interesting to talk about in the next few days. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-5474015872625904337?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/5474015872625904337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=5474015872625904337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/5474015872625904337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/5474015872625904337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/06/flash.html' title='Flash'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-4487066574184647919</id><published>2008-05-31T13:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:19:33.641+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ok</title><content type='html'>Ok so I haven't blogged in a while but i do have a good reason. I had Exams and I've been busy so please forgive I.  So where to begin. Next week I am in Sydney so I can't write much this week. School's been boring and lame. I got WII and um yea so I've kinda been busy with that. So now I'm stuck at home on a Saturday doing a stupid religion assignment. Now I know this may piss a few people off but why should we learn about some guy who probably didn't exist. But you have to admit there isn't much evidence that Jesus existed. Come on science has proved that we all came from so freaky animal. But but again that's just my opinion. So I say sorry to all the people that I just pissed off but I do believe that we are following a load of shit. Ok so enough of the theories. So I'm still stuck at school and at home, everyone so quick to jump down my throat so I decided I am going to teach them a lesson and did something stupid but I wont go in to that. I never really noticed how boring life could be during exams. I thought it would to come home before lunch and sit around all afternoon but it was really boring. I'm nearly finished my religion assignment so once I do I'm going driving. YAY. 'Bout time. so that really been my life up until now. Haven't really felt like doing anything too much on Stroywrite but you shall be happy to know that I did write something last night and some might start to worry about me, all is ok now I was just pissed off. I am now apart of an underground following. I've read lots lately, nearly finished the twilight series. (I never really knew how popular it was) I'm just waiting for the second book to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow, on checkouts all day so thats the low point to my weekend and then after that five day's till Sydney and two more assignments. I now have come to the realization that year 11 is quite shit. But the other alternative is to work at woolies for the rest of my life, and I really don't want to do that. So I'm gonna stick it out. I think I have written enough for now, so with that I shall say so long.&lt;br /&gt;From the one who wears polo's and jeans and a funky hat&lt;br /&gt;I bid Farewell&lt;br /&gt;and I will write more often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-4487066574184647919?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4487066574184647919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=4487066574184647919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/4487066574184647919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/4487066574184647919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok.html' title='Ok'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-1790827274946549355</id><published>2008-04-17T21:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:31:03.372+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Writing this in hope that my boyfriend might change his mind</title><content type='html'>I'm tired I feel like crap and it's all cause of my boyfriend. I don't feel like writing tonight. I had heaps to talk about but now I'm just upset.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-1790827274946549355?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1790827274946549355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=1790827274946549355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1790827274946549355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1790827274946549355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-writing-this-in-hope-that-my.html' title='I&apos;m Writing this in hope that my boyfriend might change his mind'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-3354930242522124263</id><published>2008-04-16T16:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:32:43.485+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wensday (The only title I could come up with)</title><content type='html'>4:30&lt;br /&gt;It has been cold and went. So I picked the perfect day to go  and walk around Ballina. Well mainly Ballina fair (Indoors) and Ballina Central (which is out doors) plus I have Asthma so I have to keep out of the wind.  Went bowling lost both games but scored over 100 in the second go,  thanks to my skilled bowling. Had lunch did some shopping even though I didn't buy anything and had a triple shot coffee. Followed by a short trip home. Where I finally sat down and had a good read. And now I sit here at my computer writing my blog plus a Story at SW. That's kinda my day in a nutshell. I can't wait to head down to EB games and get MX Vs. ATV on either psp or ps2. So I have about 8 games to trade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:27&lt;br /&gt;So I got the game I wanted and it is so fucking awesome. If you don't have it you really don't know what you are missing out on. So that's what I have been doing for the past few hours. So yeah. So I'm going back my ps2 cause well I kinda miss it. I'll catch you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-3354930242522124263?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3354930242522124263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=3354930242522124263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3354930242522124263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3354930242522124263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/wensday-only-title-i-could-come-up-with.html' title='Wensday (The only title I could come up with)'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-3904626714705093938</id><published>2008-04-15T16:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:49:41.158+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't written in a while</title><content type='html'>Like it says in the title I haven't written in awhile. So there's a bit to catch up on, I think. School holidays started on Thursday which rocks and sucks at the same time. I have heaps of time to catch up on my reading. So I went to the gold coast on Friday and went shopping which was rockin then went to spend some "quality" time with my cousins which was alright I guess. Saturday I went to work. usual produce stuff. Sunday went to the movies with my wonderful boyfriend. Monday in and out of appointments. And today. I spent most of the day writing on storywrite and trying to organise a day out with my friend and boyfriend. Which is kinda hard when people keep texting and asking me if I have spoken to my boyfriend to organise everything. Anyway thats been my week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things That Pissed Me Off This Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;Being bossed around.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;This annoying cough.&lt;br /&gt;Getting an English assignment that I really don't feel like doing but probably will.&lt;br /&gt;Getting extra maths homework to do on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;THE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thing that made me happy&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seeing my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Going shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Being with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now I'm the phone to my boyfriend and waiting for my friend to reply.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do something else now, not quite sure what so I might write tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-3904626714705093938?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/3904626714705093938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=3904626714705093938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3904626714705093938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/3904626714705093938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-havent-written-in-while.html' title='I Haven&apos;t written in a while'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-8514642649310434400</id><published>2008-04-07T16:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:40:46.393+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Was normal always this normal?</title><content type='html'>Well the universe has been restored back to it's natural order. And it only took a meeting with the vice principal and a whole lot of stress to get here. But now the universe is restored and friendships are on track (crap sentence). Today was another boring day it school, nice and cold and wet. Last four...well...three days left of school so everything slows done till we final stop, then it's holidays. I'm gonna come back in a while cause I've really haven't got anything to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-8514642649310434400?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/8514642649310434400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=8514642649310434400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/8514642649310434400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/8514642649310434400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-normal-always-this-normal.html' title='Was normal always this normal?'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-6702386689510166088</id><published>2008-04-03T18:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:49:54.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesky Mum</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when your mum meddles in your business. Well my mum just read my blog "Are you deranged you something. People don't want poems about death and suicide" Stupid mum why wont she let me be. Anyway what's it to her I like that song. Why wont she let me be, why wont everyone let me just be me. Stupid conformist society. Anyway that all I'll say tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life and this who I am. So get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-6702386689510166088?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/6702386689510166088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=6702386689510166088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6702386689510166088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/6702386689510166088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/pesky-mum.html' title='Pesky Mum'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-1739991842491270984</id><published>2008-04-03T16:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:39:05.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I'm back. My third blog. Ok I'll stop doing that. My head still somewhat hurts. At the moment I'm supposed to be doing a religion task on Shabbat but can't be bothered. I've nearly read another book and I have nothing to go on with. Maybe I'll do some writing. God today was drawn out. I had to sit by myself again cause my friend and I are somewhat fighting. and my other friends are sick. *sobs* I have a feeling I may have made them sick. Well not all of them. But I don't want to go on about that. I had a stupid maths test on algebra, double English, I spent my lunch in hospitality and the period after that as well. I belong to storywrite and have a great passion for writing. I would love to write for a magazine one day but probably just follow my dream of working in the hotel industry. I love a good read also. Something that keeps me reading until the end. I love anime. The amazing artistic creations. It's beautiful. I'm smart in my own kinda way. Sorry gone off topic. That's right my day. It was long and boring. I wish I could just drop out and 'bum' around for a year. I have work on Saturday but I get to head up to the gold coast on Sunday and go shopping Yay Me *jumps with joy*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's my day.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's random thought. (sorry I do this alot. I guess I just don't know what to say)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all this shit that goes on at school, the bitchiness, the bitching about me behind my back, the childish attitude and the stupidity of others. I'm really over life. I'm making my friend a go between.&lt;br /&gt;There's a song lyric that stick in my head. It's by bullet for my valentine (and no I'm not emo)&lt;br /&gt;Scream, Aim, Fire - Bullet for my valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill your enemies,&lt;br /&gt;My brothers dead around me,&lt;br /&gt;Wounds are hurting&lt;br /&gt;Death is creeping for me,&lt;br /&gt;Smoke is blinding&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are pounding&lt;br /&gt;Chaos soon ignites&lt;br /&gt;The call is made&lt;br /&gt;Its one for all&lt;br /&gt;Will I meet my maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over The Top, Over The Top!&lt;br /&gt;Right Now Its Killing Time! X3&lt;br /&gt;Over The Top Over The Top!&lt;br /&gt;The Only Way Out Is To Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Has Spoken Through His Conscience&lt;br /&gt;As I (SCREAM AIM AND FIRE!)&lt;br /&gt;The death toll grows higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Has Spoken Through His Conscience&lt;br /&gt;As I (SCREAM AIM AND FIRE!)&lt;br /&gt;The death toll grows higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaaaaaaaaaaaarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this battlefield,&lt;br /&gt;The bullets shred around me,&lt;br /&gt;Bodies falling,&lt;br /&gt;Voices calling for me,&lt;br /&gt;Limbs are flying,&lt;br /&gt;Men are crying,&lt;br /&gt;Such a hurtful sight,&lt;br /&gt;The call is made,&lt;br /&gt;Its one for all&lt;br /&gt;TAKE NO PRISONERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over The Top, Over The Top!&lt;br /&gt;Right Now Its Killing Time! X3&lt;br /&gt;Over The Top, Over The Top!&lt;br /&gt;The Only Way Out Is To Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Has Spoken Through His Conscience&lt;br /&gt;As I (SCREAM AIM AND FIRE)&lt;br /&gt;The death toll grows higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Has Spoken Through His Conscience&lt;br /&gt;As I (SCREAM AIM AND FIRE)&lt;br /&gt;The death toll grows higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;AIM!!&lt;br /&gt;FIRE!!! X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over The Top, Over The Top!&lt;br /&gt;Right Now Its Killing Time! X3&lt;br /&gt;Over The Top, Over The Top&lt;br /&gt;The Only Way Out Is To Die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Has Spoken Through His Conscience&lt;br /&gt;As I (SCREAM AIM AND FIRE)&lt;br /&gt;The death toll grows higher&lt;br /&gt;2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DEATH GRUNT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM!!&lt;br /&gt;AIM!!&lt;br /&gt;FIRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go for a while. I'll be back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;(hope I wasn't to boring)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-1739991842491270984?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1739991842491270984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=1739991842491270984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1739991842491270984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1739991842491270984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-random-thought.html' title='Another Random Thought'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-1181042983464248525</id><published>2008-04-02T17:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:40:24.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more thing</title><content type='html'>I think I need a drink. Random thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-1181042983464248525?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1181042983464248525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=1181042983464248525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1181042983464248525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/1181042983464248525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-more-thing.html' title='1 more thing'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6293326770369546825.post-4751040766434842050</id><published>2008-04-02T16:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:36:27.081+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Comes In Friends</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog and this is kinda just one big vent 'cause if I don't I will explode into a million tiny little pieces. This is because of a stupid little bitch who I used to call my friend. But I'm not going to go into that. My day has been shit. I hate school, I hate life and I just want to pack up and leave.  I'm tired and I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A little bit about who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm a sixteen year old teen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I go to high school.&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small town.&lt;br /&gt;I have a loving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I work on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch the surf.&lt;br /&gt;I write.&lt;br /&gt;I draw.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;I have a loving boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I'm into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Writing&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Surfing&lt;br /&gt;Drawing&lt;br /&gt;Old stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oROsnruscRQ/R_MqFvQvVlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GXbDjrjOCHA/s1600-h/ph_MG_3066_30x20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6293326770369546825-4751040766434842050?l=freedomofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4751040766434842050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6293326770369546825&amp;postID=4751040766434842050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/4751040766434842050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6293326770369546825/posts/default/4751040766434842050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedomofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/shit-comes-in-friends.html' title='Shit Comes In Friends'/><author><name>Aimee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErslB0hlLaA/Thugrjb36rI/AAAAAAAAACI/tFDBddtyOhI/s220/dbfdcd1bfa2f4acd935bb8c93f9dc3e3_7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
