<?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-650044188651904905</id><updated>2011-10-11T19:51:58.869-07:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='vbs'/><category term='summer'/><category term='heat'/><category term='rude jerks backstabbing teenagers rant rant rant rant rant rant rant funny'/><category term='love'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='beach'/><category term='kids'/><category term='relate'/><category term='air conditioning'/><title type='text'>Uniquely Chic</title><subtitle type='html'>hi there, im gannon &amp;amp; im in highschool experiencing what you should never have to experience. so i put together this blog, you may hear from me alot or a little, at the end. you&amp;#39;ll understand my story, my life and how i want to change it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-9114419739433736408</id><published>2011-10-11T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:51:58.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude jerks backstabbing teenagers rant rant rant rant rant rant rant funny'/><title type='text'>backstabber.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, im seriously having issues with ALOT of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it isnt me, its a situation that went on that people love to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its about my bestfriends 'boyfriend' falling in love with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it goes a little something like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so one day, all of us were hanging out at the baseball fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she decides to try and be a bitch and act like a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like wtf, your with guys you cant just put on the act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, so i play baseball with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i walk around for half and hour picking up ALL the balls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there must have been been a hundred or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anwho, i come home to find a new text message..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from her, saying that 'he' wanted to text me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; yes for the sake of these peoples lives i will use code names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyway, he starts texting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he says im an amazing person and i have such a great personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so then, i think of us as amazing friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had so much in common and yadda yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyway, the next day 'she' begins to give me the cold shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im like.. 'okay?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next day and from then on she wouldnt even look me in the eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was to scared to confront me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though me and 'him' werent going out blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i thought, 'good friends.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next thing you know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i find out that 'he' told 'her' that he likes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE LIKES ME. AND HE IS CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was excited but told her i wouldnt hurt her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i wouldnt ruin our friendship over a guy like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said okay, and never talked to me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next period i get a text cussing me out, saying all this nasty shit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like common, really. your that immature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so basically, we arent friends anymore and finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i decided to give him a chance, and it was an amazing risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont care what she has to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause im over what she really has to say to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets just say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my reputaion got alot better from not hanging around that pothead slut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoo actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways, this happened a month ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and im STILL feeling the affects of all her rumors she likes to spread around to makee herself feel better, do you get that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want her in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so why does she keep working her way into mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its honestly pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry, but im smiling because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i now have no close friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but ive made a hell of a lot more friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because im not associated with her anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;including all her old friends that hate her now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she yells at me for being an ugly fatass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;try 'him' calling her that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry, but guys call me beautiful, walk me to class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dont waddle.. unlike you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear if you wore blank and white oneday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldnt tell the difference if you were you or a penguin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry, that was mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really should apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i dont care, and i wont apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i felt like gettintg this all out, because i was gonna blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, i may tell you all of this and give 'helpful critisim/'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but at least i dont go around your school trying to ruin your reputation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice try hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodnight guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i have alien day tommorow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time do draw mustaches and wear a sombrero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cool beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asta la' vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or however they say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;xoxo﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-9114419739433736408?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/9114419739433736408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/10/backstabber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/9114419739433736408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/9114419739433736408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/10/backstabber.html' title='backstabber.'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-1929795559698890218</id><published>2011-09-05T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:01:20.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missed me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BpqZR4elPgw/TmUOa4dD4sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mhzhGE1wCi8/s1600/4d4v4tw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BpqZR4elPgw/TmUOa4dD4sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mhzhGE1wCi8/s320/4d4v4tw.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry i havent been on lately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school is such a drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive been thinking of being homeschooled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but came to a conclusion is would never solve my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im losing friends because of their 'crushes' are crushin' on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe it's cause im the better person or whatever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then i came to the conclusion that im not a slut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; thats why they are falling for me instead of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which made me think why i was ever so hard on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not because im rude, or a total bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its because i am what i am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wouldnt change that for a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so if you read this, you could be that girl sitting in her bed crying like i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or you can do what i finally did, and dropped them from your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because at the end, their only gonna ruin your rep. too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-1929795559698890218?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/1929795559698890218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/09/missed-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/1929795559698890218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/1929795559698890218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/09/missed-me.html' title='missed me?'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BpqZR4elPgw/TmUOa4dD4sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mhzhGE1wCi8/s72-c/4d4v4tw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-4052807616645202163</id><published>2011-07-29T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:54:14.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'ill always be there for you.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sZHa5lqkg/TjM5dn7FmAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2rzttqKYwjM/s1600/snapshotttt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sZHa5lqkg/TjM5dn7FmAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2rzttqKYwjM/s320/snapshotttt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this dude; is somewhat of my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;horrible picture of me, but i love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he is amazing &amp;amp; i couldnt of asked for a better person (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so whatev'ss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;today i finished up vbs #collegepark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and now i get band camp, woohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;like seriously? its more like fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8 hour days; for 10 of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;like WTF; anywhore, i got asked out today by a young man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and i said yes(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how interesting? i would think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;comment - have you ever gotten butterflies by someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-4052807616645202163?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/4052807616645202163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-always-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/4052807616645202163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/4052807616645202163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/07/ill-always-be-there-for-you.html' title='&apos;ill always be there for you.&apos;'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sZHa5lqkg/TjM5dn7FmAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2rzttqKYwjM/s72-c/snapshotttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-3031130822058440620</id><published>2011-07-15T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:56:36.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air conditioning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>I hate the heat.</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='center'&gt;&lt;font face='TrebuchetMS' &gt;Soo i totally understand its summer and all, and that you cant always have it nice and cool outside.. but what about inside? I mean like, my air conditioning broke and now i am at my grandmas spending the weekend with her because its almost 90 degrees in my house, ya brah its soooo uncool. &lt;br&gt;ANYWHO.&lt;br&gt;I finished my vbs today): it made me sad to see all those kids sad! some kids came up and hugged me goodbye &amp;amp; others just cried.. &lt;br&gt;but, there is always next year &lt;3 &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' &gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yqp-iLhXHvY/TiEL85kB9mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/c8oCkok9NSU/bloggerPlus.jpg' &gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-3031130822058440620?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/3031130822058440620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-heat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/3031130822058440620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/3031130822058440620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-heat.html' title='I hate the heat.'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yqp-iLhXHvY/TiEL85kB9mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/c8oCkok9NSU/s72-c/bloggerPlus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-6288792164935357131</id><published>2011-07-07T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:42:27.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>I just love old people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Its been awhile since i have been on here, i have realized that. BUT its so people get the message that this blog runned by a young girl will not ever be another adult blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;comprende? gracias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;July 7, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43RHY0ljHOM/ThY1OUoHydI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xQ0RMldd11M/s1600/vintage+ocean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43RHY0ljHOM/ThY1OUoHydI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xQ0RMldd11M/s320/vintage+ocean.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;i dreamt of a beach all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let me just say, i love the beach - its so warm and sunny and surfing i guarentee will save marriages. Being in the ocean makes you realize that whatever troubles you have can be solved. &amp;amp; it makes you tranquil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;WHAT i really did today was spend the day with my grandmother&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;i love her with all my aching heart, and like my dad says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;"Your the apple of her eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;We sat down at lunch and just talked about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;the future, and i realized that i can relate to her. that no matter what you think is bad, their will always be somebody that had it equally or even worse then you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;somtimes you just need somebody to make you feel better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;even when it makes them feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-6288792164935357131?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/6288792164935357131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-love-old-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/6288792164935357131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/6288792164935357131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-love-old-people.html' title='I just love old people.'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-43RHY0ljHOM/ThY1OUoHydI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xQ0RMldd11M/s72-c/vintage+ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-2162171037489875118</id><published>2011-06-29T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:40:11.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you perrvs out there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been notified that this 'username' was owned by a lady &amp;amp; that this was a x rated website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;as you can tell now, it isnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so if you hoping for that website to come back. too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;if you have hopes that i will do something raunchy then obviously you really doubt the type of person i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;- this blog is for me, and to blog what i do.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;if your expecting anything else, then go screw yourselves.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ktb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-2162171037489875118?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/2162171037489875118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-all-you-perrvs-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/2162171037489875118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/2162171037489875118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-all-you-perrvs-out-there.html' title='For all you perrvs out there.'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-3729589006160377404</id><published>2011-06-27T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:56:20.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BRAIN BLAST!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had this INCREDIBLE idea.&lt;/strong&gt; Why not document my whole day with some pictures? And im not talking like a whole monsoon of pictures like some blogs do, but im talking a picture for my most memorable moment of my day. So lets call this day 1 shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;June 27, 2011; Just call me cat lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1qnzn6LO9I/TgkImjQh6NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/98SqBZTVonM/s1600/calebs+kitty..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1qnzn6LO9I/TgkImjQh6NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/98SqBZTVonM/s1600/calebs+kitty..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is one very special kitty. His name is Thunder, and he is currently the love of my silly little life, he is adorable and purrs just looking at me.. (: anyways, today was sorta dorta fun. I mean, if you consider playing hide n'seek with cats&amp;amp; dancing in the rain to a song which i think is sooo sweet, 'How to Love,' by lil'wayne. he a thug yo. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;summer is going to be amazing' i can already tell. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-3729589006160377404?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/3729589006160377404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/brain-blast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/3729589006160377404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/3729589006160377404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/brain-blast.html' title='&quot;BRAIN BLAST!&quot;'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1qnzn6LO9I/TgkImjQh6NI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/98SqBZTVonM/s72-c/calebs+kitty..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-5495175546283105387</id><published>2011-06-26T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T16:36:20.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the impossible game_ love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love I'm officially calling a game&lt;/em&gt;. It honestly confuses me like nothing else, because when the girl may think this is perfection_ the guy is just thinking of it as a easy way to 'get some.' You know how i may know this, because I've experienced it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; lemme tell ya' it sucks. let me share with you this 'wonderful' experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;so i loved this guy, lets just call him bob&lt;/strong&gt; to protect the innocent. he always texted me, always called me. 'bob' was what seemed to be perfection, wasn't that a red flag sign right there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;anyways, he treated me as if i was a princess. he would always wanna stand up to people who trash talked me. he always would put a smile on my face when i was sad, and he constantly was telling me how much he loved me and how he thought i was the most beautiful girl in the world. (doesn't every guy do that?) anyways, finally he brought up the subject that no girl likes to have. let me just put it in G rated format, 'he wanted to take it to the next level.' we've been dating 6 months so far. and i said no. i refused to take things that far without a certain commitment. ( marriage ) and he got upset. we started talking less and less, and whenever we talked it was always about taking it to the 'next level.' and i always refused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;that's when everything fell apart, we began to become distant &amp;amp; we were always mad at each other. i felt like i was nothing anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;he said he was going away for summer, to Spain and he wouldn't talk because of some service issues over there, so i said okay, ill talk to you when you get back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;- well, he didn't come back for 3 months. &amp;amp; three months later, i found out, through his second, facebook, that he was cheating on me, and have been for 4 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; THAT IS MY UDDERLY WONDERFUL STORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;... lets just say Ive never cried that hard in my life.&amp;nbsp;and the sad thing? i don't even know why i cried, i just did. because i guess your first love is always the hardest to get over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But this is what Ive been asking myself every time i hear of a guy/ girl cheating on one another. "Why cheat when you could always just dump em'?" I asked my friend Evan this and he said usually its because some guys&amp;nbsp;just don't wanna hurt the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But doesn't that just hurt the girl more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;like i said, i will never understand this little thing called love, but i hope someday one person can&amp;amp; explain it to the rest of us&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until then, just don't give up hope &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-5495175546283105387?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/5495175546283105387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/impossible-game-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/5495175546283105387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/5495175546283105387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/impossible-game-love.html' title='the impossible game_ love.'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650044188651904905.post-4244241891438765346</id><published>2011-06-26T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:47:48.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is ALWAYS gonna be hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Today i realized what some people, may NEVER realize. And that is, that life is never gonna just hand you a easy slip and let you coast through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Life takes perfection to make it perfect, but can i ask who has the wand to make your wildest dreams come true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That means you have to settle with whatever you work towards and be proud of your accomplishments. Let me get this ball smacked off the bat, i have a nowhere perfect life. I mean, who does? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;You just have to realize everyone is in the same boat as most people are in today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. With the economic stability being very shaky for this country it makes you think when life will even be close to being somewhat good. Just so you ALL know, it will never be the same again. You just have to work towards something great and hope for an even better outcome then the last. Cause after all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;life isn't always perfect.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;You just have to make it worth your wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/650044188651904905-4244241891438765346?l=beautifulcreature.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/feeds/4244241891438765346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-always-gonna-be-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/4244241891438765346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/650044188651904905/posts/default/4244241891438765346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautifulcreature.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-always-gonna-be-hard.html' title='Life is ALWAYS gonna be hard.'/><author><name>uniquelychic</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YytrZeEXBpU/TpT9m6NdpmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F1dPF_eAPMw/s220/tumblr_lovuyczqlN1qj3vi0o1_500.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
