<?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-6272706</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:00:18.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres a heart where my mouth should be......</title><subtitle type='html'>musings of a 23 year old boho loving musician.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-5102400664420793985</id><published>2009-02-27T17:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:38:24.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another dug up postDON't YOU LOVE ME?!?!?!This is so terribly 2005 of me isn't it,( i say that because an old friend of mine got me on this trend...I was a little late on the online journal train...as i was late to graphic novels, and getting into anime!!!)) Emily starting a blog. Wow. What could I possibly have to say? LOTS...I have countless musings about the single life of a 23 year old, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/5102400664420793985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=5102400664420793985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/5102400664420793985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/5102400664420793985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-dug-up-post-dont-you-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-623415239467077676</id><published>2009-02-27T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:57:59.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i wish to belong to someone..but just sometimes.sometimes I wish to be held by someone, but just sometimes.Sometimes I wish to be loved by someone but just sometimes.Sometimes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/623415239467077676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=623415239467077676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/623415239467077676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/623415239467077676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-wish-to-belong-to-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-5322971091692933998</id><published>2007-02-09T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:08:43.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow..The Secret- My new life . Want a part of something that your attracting? check out the trailer..!! this movie makes you aware of the law of attraction live and thriving!www.thesecret.tv</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/5322971091692933998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=5322971091692933998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/5322971091692933998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/5322971091692933998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-3403412958968288794</id><published>2007-01-21T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:18:21.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>coffee and lemon water..are my friends..best friend night tomorrow night.blogs wont be for ages since im cutting myself off from distractions..this being one of them..if you read thiscome find me778-839-5891im around.life is beautiful.i saw it in my old woman friends eyes today..and shes blind..but when she almost cried...when i reminsced about my euro trip my heart sang..shes so cute.so soft </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/3403412958968288794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=3403412958968288794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/3403412958968288794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/3403412958968288794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2007/01/coffee-and-lemon-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-939875350246791475</id><published>2007-01-15T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:27:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was thinking today about Crushes..About people we like, about people we want to tell other people all about.. How far do they go? I thought about about the fact that If i wanted this person enough i could go for it ..but the best bet is to play it cool be myself and if they dont end up liking me in a way that I want them too..its not meant to be. But Typically crushes dont go anywhere..there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/939875350246791475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=939875350246791475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/939875350246791475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/939875350246791475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-i-was-thinking-today-about-crushes.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-2144172808017308134</id><published>2007-01-12T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:08:13.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so much written down in my real journal now..this one pails in comparison..but one of my thoughts the other day...was this..nothing truly dies..it just evolves into something new..I stopped doing yoga after getting the WORST panic attack of my life yesturday, sobbing my heart out and ill with bronchitis and flu!! MAN ...my life took a hit yesturday but God brought me out of it..I really am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/2144172808017308134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=2144172808017308134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/2144172808017308134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/2144172808017308134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-so-much-written-down-in-my-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-1925422710627638787</id><published>2007-01-08T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:02:27.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> one rule for the night..no tequila..we broke it at some point..at which i am unaware..oh dear me. I can hear my best friend on the phone with a very irrational boy that i feel sorry for...oh life...I just recently realized there are so many seasons to our lives..people come in and jus tas quickly as they came in ...they leave..its the pattern , the way of things...Relationships start with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/1925422710627638787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=1925422710627638787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1925422710627638787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1925422710627638787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-rule-for-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-8287377590990434596</id><published>2007-01-02T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:13:03.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone around me ..or so it feels..is getting married or in some form of relationship...am i the only one doomedTO DIE ALONE..oh melodrama leave me alone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/8287377590990434596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=8287377590990434596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/8287377590990434596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/8287377590990434596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2007/01/everyone-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-7136353853455497891</id><published>2007-01-02T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:06:23.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish i could go back in time..Where is my time machine?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/7136353853455497891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=7136353853455497891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7136353853455497891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7136353853455497891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish-i-could-go-back-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-1936654590388740122</id><published>2006-12-27T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:57:11.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRYING -Lifehouse.could you let down your hair be transparent for awhilejust a little whileto see if your human after allhonesty is a hard attribute to findwhen we all want to seem likewe've got it all figured out well let me be the first to say that I don't have a clueI don't have all the answersain't gonna pretend like I dojust tryingto find my waytryingto find my way the best that I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/1936654590388740122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=1936654590388740122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1936654590388740122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1936654590388740122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/trying-lifehouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-5826806059591233270</id><published>2006-12-26T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:14:12.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to be: AccountableI am: Well Intended.I want to be: GivingI want to volunteer at the Covenant house..I want to not just talk anymore..I want to have worth in what i say..i want to be a woman of integrity the one I know I am ..I want to fight for whats right..i want to stand alone and smile.I want to love God unabashadely.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/5826806059591233270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=5826806059591233270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/5826806059591233270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/5826806059591233270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-be-accountable-i-am-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-6977346339001930385</id><published>2006-12-25T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:01:41.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thats the way this wheel keeps working now..j.mayerWheel Lyrics=john mayer/ my favourite song .People have the right to flyAnd will when it gets compromisedTheir hearts say "Move along"Their minds say "Gotcha heart"Let's move it alongAnd airports, see it all the timeWhere someone's last goodbyeBlends in with someone's sighCause someone's coming homeIn hand, a single roseThat's the way this wheel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/6977346339001930385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=6977346339001930385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/6977346339001930385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/6977346339001930385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/thats-way-this-wheel-keeps-working-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-7563244936930022488</id><published>2006-12-25T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:46:32.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I['ve been really teary today..Christmas isnt what it used to be. Nostalgia is now a word I am all too familiar with! We went to see my dads mom in her old folks home...way to familiar with my moms mom being in the same wing of the same home. She sort of weeps when she talks..ive never seen her like this before...Shes still happy though..just with more doubts..I hate what dimensia does to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/7563244936930022488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=7563244936930022488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7563244936930022488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7563244936930022488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-ive-been-really-teary-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-7546854852530911920</id><published>2006-12-22T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:20:18.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who brought it..WE BROUGHT IT!!My best friend and i are working out..and BY GOLLY LOSING WEIGHT!!We stand together on the same EFX machine every day and rock it out..with our FUNKY HOUSE MUSIC!!!ALL THE WAY FROM LONDON YALL! FUCKING RIGHTS BITCHES!!I know swearing..so bad eh? ha ha.. But I am ecstatic...and no words would do it justice but the F words gratification!!! lol. When you push yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/7546854852530911920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=7546854852530911920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7546854852530911920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7546854852530911920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-brought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-7397621624710752924</id><published>2006-12-19T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:44:42.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I look into the past year..I realize things..Things I could have done alot differently..Situations I could have properlly handled..But what good is it to look back..Im sorry I shunned you for being honest..Its what i like about you most. well what i liked i guess...And I know ive really changed..because I dont feel the same about you anymore..the feelings have surpassed..and i can smile and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/7397621624710752924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=7397621624710752924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7397621624710752924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7397621624710752924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-look-into-past-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-3224856989624731007</id><published>2006-12-19T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:27:58.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some of my favourite poems from my twentieth year on earth.Aubade-Theresa KishkanI do not want to wake From the nights dark shape alone.The moon knows you are gone:She hangs outside quietly , Light as cool as a mother's hand But the sun, He will soon come Hard through the curtains. In this room I will seeAll the signs of your absence .I do not want to wake To all this space you have left me.By </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/3224856989624731007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=3224856989624731007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/3224856989624731007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/3224856989624731007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-of-my-favourite-poems-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-7553759813832449256</id><published>2006-12-19T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:28:09.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Im going to go out with my ex...I told him how intense I have been in the past relationshiops I have had..and that I have changed..So things will be different...I have taken  the pressure off, the Intensity that usually starts my awkward reltionships of the past. ..Were going to take it slow. Its weird how someone can change so much after highschool.. Funnily enough my horoscope said that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/7553759813832449256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=7553759813832449256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7553759813832449256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7553759813832449256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-im-going-out-with-my-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-1275170561874831048</id><published>2006-12-18T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:23:04.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>signs of hope.And you can try to fight this all you want..And i won't be there I wont be there...When you're all alone. This new season that brings with it signs of hope..Hope. Now you cant leave me you cant leave me waiting all alone. Alone. And I know there is someplace that i can go where no one..knows my name..My name. And I can still remember..You know I can still hear your voice..Your Voice</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/1275170561874831048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=1275170561874831048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1275170561874831048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1275170561874831048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/signs-of-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-2187672296604795943</id><published>2006-12-18T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:42:07.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This year .. I want a selfless new years resolution..If you think about new years resolutions..I mean generally they are made for your own benefit..Like i want to lose weight, I want to be less this..or less that...BUt really ID rather have a new years resolution that affects other people in a positive way.. So I guess for myself I do want confidence..but so that I can be a worship leader that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/2187672296604795943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=2187672296604795943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/2187672296604795943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/2187672296604795943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-3497225076846096180</id><published>2006-12-17T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T18:22:06.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my hair changes with each season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/3497225076846096180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=3497225076846096180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/3497225076846096180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/3497225076846096180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Umcm8EZ1b2k/RYX7QLsCTjI/AAAAAAAAABg/XGi8G0rI-ac/s72-c/DSCF0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-2703186572091491492</id><published>2006-12-17T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:34:09.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brand New Colony Lyrics by The Postal Service I'll be the grapes fermented,Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suitLike a perfect gentlemenI'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brickWhere you will sit and contemplate your dayI'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowningIn an open tab when your judgement's on the brinkI'll be the phonograph that plays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/2703186572091491492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=2703186572091491492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/2703186572091491492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/2703186572091491492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/brand-new-colony-lyrics-by-postal.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-449578156181630658</id><published>2006-12-17T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:30:16.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had a lunch with my dad today..they are paying for my songwriting course..lovely parents I have. Due to all my debts they are greatly helping. ..Ive been singing all day since i had my early morning conviction. I cant stop...I have a plan...life is gorgeous!  Beau and i are having hour upon hour conversations..he just gets me..Its nice when someone just listens..and knows what you mean. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/449578156181630658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=449578156181630658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/449578156181630658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/449578156181630658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-had-lunch-with-my-dad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-1789001441415839259</id><published>2006-12-16T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:20:49.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To be honest last night felt good..your arms ..I never thought id feel them..Do you know when we went out though we were young..we never once kissed..I hung onto your virtue..your ever word like icicles frozen to roof ledges.. You told me my tattoo hasnt healed..it was carved into me too deep...a cross.. hmm..what does that mean? I think that im still feeling the pain of Christ..the pain of his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/1789001441415839259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=1789001441415839259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1789001441415839259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/1789001441415839259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-be-honest-last-night-felt-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-7566816645055437916</id><published>2006-12-14T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:59:53.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey There!A YEAR LATER! I finally retrieve this old blog. im listening to the acoustic version of IRONIC go alanis. Well I dont really know what i feel like posting today..My head is throbbing and im sick as the dickens..Ive been having my doubts lately about life..and about love. About How God puts temptations in your way ..TO SHOW you..how far you have come! This is good... But its so easy to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/7566816645055437916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=7566816645055437916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7566816645055437916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/7566816645055437916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-there-year-later-i-finally-retrieve.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111648797413300773</id><published>2005-05-19T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T00:32:54.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://images.southparkstudios.com/games/create/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111648797413300773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111648797413300773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111648797413300773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111648797413300773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/05/httpimages.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111631759435018359</id><published>2005-05-17T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:13:14.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY LIFE SOUNDTRACK IN NO ORDER 1. Light Of the World.. "brian doerkson"???"2. Deeper .Deleriou53. CannonBall - Damien Rice4. Slide - Goo Goo Dolls5. Let Go -Frou Frou6. Our Love is Here to stay- natalie cole cover of Nat King Cole Original7. Can't Take that away from me- Ella Fitzgerald8. Strawberry Fields Forever- Beatles xoxoxo9.Lucy in the sky with diamonds-beatles10.ageless beauty-stars11. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111631759435018359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111631759435018359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111631759435018359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111631759435018359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-life-soundtrack-in-no-order-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111600704587617530</id><published>2005-05-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:57:25.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COME SEEE ME*** CORRECTION.. hehe PLAY..may 30th..  MONDAY NIGHT MIKE SESSIONS TO FIND OUT MORE..www.thebeat.comps my cousins going to england with me! WOOT!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111600704587617530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111600704587617530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111600704587617530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111600704587617530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/05/come-seee-me-correction.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111600690944580702</id><published>2005-05-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:55:09.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ten extra facts about em:1* i hang my head out most car windows and close my eyes.. 2*I need to write more varied songs.!3* Haggen dauz strawberry is where its att...4* Im obsessed with flowers and gardening.. actually im a gardening dork and i love when my mom and i pick more plants because of how it will turn out for our garden in the summer!5* Im horribly stubborn but willing to open up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111600690944580702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111600690944580702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111600690944580702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111600690944580702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/05/ten-extra-facts-about-em-1-i-hang-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111593901333562740</id><published>2005-05-12T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:03:33.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EMILY IN 100 POINTS:1. Im Openminded2. I generalize more than i like to think do3. my favourite movie right now as with this list includes : ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND, stage beauty, spanglish,Garden state, Wicker Park4. Ever since grade 8 i would add Rachel to my middle name thus it being.. "Emily Ann rachel Ewing"5. My dad is a Glacier and i still cant spell it right6. Ive started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111593901333562740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111593901333562740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111593901333562740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111593901333562740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/05/emily-in-100-points-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111528080278732678</id><published>2005-05-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T01:13:22.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actually the best liars arent liars because they believe what they are saying to be true..so after rethinking, i realized that of course later in teh day, but most realizations do come late in life. But i love realizing the way things really are, even if you do find it out late, only misunderstands happen in between realizations.. haha oh life!I love it, and i cant wait to go to Europe hopfeully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111528080278732678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111528080278732678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111528080278732678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111528080278732678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/05/actually-best-liars-arent-liars-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111519668091020224</id><published>2005-05-04T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:51:20.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    So its come to me, or from something someone said.. really. haha.. that The best Liars come to believe their own lies, these are the kind of people i got used to hanging around i think, they would use me for their own devices or affection, yet trying to make themselves believe they did care for me.. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?! Why do i let people come into my life when i know the outcome will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111519668091020224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111519668091020224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111519668091020224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111519668091020224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-its-come-to-me-or-from-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-111484748881261656</id><published>2005-04-30T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:51:28.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive decided to stick to this website because i had alot of clarity come to me last year.. and it rocked out.. I know theres some questionable posts.. i almost deleted them.but i would only be doing that to please other people and im getting sick and fucking tired of doing that... Id rather please God... hes way way more accepting anyways..       SO i cried tonight and it felt really good..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/111484748881261656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=111484748881261656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111484748881261656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/111484748881261656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-decided-to-stick-to-this-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-108192432507384725</id><published>2004-04-13T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:41:49.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must say i've changed alot since my last entry! hoooo dolly!Well i must also say i feel like im an orange being peeled , breaking out of old skin..now including a juicy new tangy flavour! YES! ooooh how i savour! lol ya like that one?? heh. The Old me is ReEmerging and it only took some life adjusting and taking myself serisouly! Sometimes we are way too over anaylitical! I am one to be very hard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/108192432507384725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/108192432507384725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2004/04/must-say-ive-changed-alot-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-107310372377372373</id><published>2004-01-02T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:40:29.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear Blooooggggger.. MANN .. i want to cry , i want to scream, i want people to hear me before they automatically begin speaking. I am frequently silenced and i am fighting for my words. People won't even give me a chance to come to my own damn conclusions.. Whatever they may be? I'm screwing up and i'm leading people astray somehow.. .. I wish i knew what it was i wanted or was looking for .... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/107310372377372373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=107310372377372373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/107310372377372373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/107310372377372373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2004/01/dear-blooooggggger.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272706.post-107300805048644630</id><published>2004-01-01T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:40:29.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear blog... Austin.. told me about this site where you could ramble on aimlessly much like i do , almost every hour of every day when im not sleeping or playing guitar. So i think i screwed up thing's by my lack of restraint... how is it that it's hard for me to express how i feel with words and sometimes i can do it so perfectly ?? I moved too fast last night and i just let thing's happen ,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/feeds/107300805048644630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6272706&amp;postID=107300805048644630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/107300805048644630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272706/posts/default/107300805048644630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilye.blogspot.com/2004/01/dear-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17124768760179307129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2dpmpM8jVCU/TbSV03iXXVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P4Q0621jr6Q/s220/DSCF7228.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
