<?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-913166408554615939</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:57:56.339-07:00</updated><category term='ideas'/><category term='fantastic'/><title type='text'>My World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05586744209717860234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htp70p_rYZA/Sf9zQER_EqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDFWaWZalzs/S220/Picture+104.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913166408554615939.post-1665738880419897645</id><published>2009-05-07T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:51:43.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aksjdfh;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I want to get over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but know i cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;wish i was whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but then again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;when was i ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's amazing how a little razor can consume all your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Even if you're not doing anything, it's still in my mind always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913166408554615939-1665738880419897645?l=parabry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/feeds/1665738880419897645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913166408554615939&amp;postID=1665738880419897645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I edited my Blog for the first time in forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'd like to say goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on the phone with haley and i have her sleeping in my ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well I'll rant on here tomorrow hopefully&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so until then,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPREAD THE PEACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-bryanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913166408554615939-2239317790789202094?l=parabry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/feeds/2239317790789202094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913166408554615939&amp;postID=2239317790789202094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/2239317790789202094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/2239317790789202094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodnight-my-children.html' title='Goodnight my children'/><author><name>bryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05586744209717860234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htp70p_rYZA/Sf9zQER_EqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDFWaWZalzs/S220/Picture+104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913166408554615939.post-4686174231537288055</id><published>2008-07-19T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:53:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ehhem.. haley has some sexual desires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haleymott93 (8:43:52 PM): no way. you dont.&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:43:55 PM): ok?&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:44:03 PM): you dont.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:44:10 PM): i just drank a whole gatorade&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:44:27 PM): woah.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:44:53 PM): from the time you said, "no way. you dont." till when i started typing "i just drank a whole gatorade"&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:44:55 PM): wow&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:45:01 PM): i chugged that fast&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:45:01 PM): hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:45:07 PM): yeah you did.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:45:15 PM): that was fantastic&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:45:30 PM): yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:45:33 PM): and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:45:38 PM): you too&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:45:44 PM): =]&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:45:48 PM): thank you&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:46:08 PM): now excuse me while i go puke up my breakfast. =P&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:46:19 PM): gah.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:46:23 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:46:26 PM): =[&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:46:35 PM): im not really gonna puke&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:46:54 PM): ok, good&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:46:56 PM): =]&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:47:43 PM): i dont have anything to X . X anyways&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:48:06 PM): i havn't eaten anything but a half a bowl of cereal this morning&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:48:17 PM): grrr.&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:48:22 PM): why?&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:48:26 PM): and it was one of those little kid plastic bowls&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:48:34 PM): because im not hungry&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:49:09 PM): ok.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:49:29 PM): i just don't eat&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:49:39 PM): but you NEED to.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:49:43 PM): i cant&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:50:04 PM): fine.&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:50:21 PM): but if you get dick will you let me help you?&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:50:26 PM): &amp;amp;SICK&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:50:29 PM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:50:32 PM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:51:05 PM): hahahahhaha. wow thats the worst thing u've ever messed up on while saying&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:51:09 PM): HAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:51:12 PM): oh my god haley&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:51:12 PM): i no.&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:51:15 PM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:51:22 PM): wow&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:51:23 PM): wow&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:51:24 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:51:35 PM): im still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;paraedge93 (8:51:42 PM): i'm blogging that&lt;br /&gt;haleymott93 (8:51:51 PM): are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913166408554615939-4686174231537288055?l=parabry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/feeds/4686174231537288055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913166408554615939&amp;postID=4686174231537288055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/4686174231537288055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/4686174231537288055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/2008/07/ehhem-haley-has-some-sexual-desires.html' title='ehhem.. haley has some sexual desires.'/><author><name>bryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05586744209717860234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htp70p_rYZA/Sf9zQER_EqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDFWaWZalzs/S220/Picture+104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913166408554615939.post-1572847020364508014</id><published>2008-07-16T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:56:38.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantastic'/><title type='text'>haze of unbearable confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mylife.mysoul.mymind.myinspiration.myworld.myday.mynight.myeverything.&lt;br /&gt;there's this person that has come and scooped me up and i wish it didn't have to be this way because really it sucks i mean i love 'them' its just, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like the feeling that someone has taken over my life and i can't be with them its crazy&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to be with 'them' forever i want to be able to lay down and feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; complete because i am honestly in love i have this feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;closeness&lt;/span&gt; that can't even begin to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; or explained its like a million butterflies flying inside me when i think about 'them'. it's honestly crazy i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; do without 'them' i wish every moment of my life could just revolve around making 'them' happy. but i don't seem to be able to do that right. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. i want to have 'them' in my life now and forever. i feel like 'they' are needed to make me be able to live, breathe, and function. but i bet that's just an exaggeration. this feeling of helplessness is unbearable. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to do. i feel like 'they' are my match. like i believe that in this world everyone has one true match. and you're lucky if you find them. and i think 'they' are my true match. because i can't live without 'them'. 'they' make everyday special. and its just like whenever i see that 'they' are online, or i see 'their' name on my caller ID i just freak out. its like i can't breathe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited. sometimes i wish that i hadn't met 'them' because now i can't imagine life without 'them' and i know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; never find someone to replace what 'they' were to me. and i know that nobody can make me feel the same way. and that is really okay. because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; rather be with 'them' than with someone else and i know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913166408554615939-1572847020364508014?l=parabry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/feeds/1572847020364508014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913166408554615939&amp;postID=1572847020364508014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/1572847020364508014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/1572847020364508014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/2008/07/mylifemysoulmymindmyinspirationmyworldm.html' title='haze of unbearable confusion'/><author><name>bryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05586744209717860234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htp70p_rYZA/Sf9zQER_EqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDFWaWZalzs/S220/Picture+104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913166408554615939.post-6493854640657194674</id><published>2008-07-15T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:28:40.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>expression</title><content type='html'>my way of seeing the world. is so fantastic. every little thing seems fantastic to me. like a miracle is being born every second. if i could just let you look through my eyes, you'd be very suprised. music is the key to our souls. we expand our horizons because we listen and realize that there is so much to be discovered. we renew the people we once were. music inspires everyone. that's what it was created for. expressions. it was made so that we had a way to express exactly how we feel. we experience life the way it's supposed to be, through books. we go off and fantasize about what if you could change places with the person in the book. YOU put yourself in a character's shoes and realize that you have such a fantastic feeling. you can read and find your imagination that was once locked up. nothing else can bring it out like that. now for my oppinion on pictures. well some people have a natural tallent. they can capture an amazing mirable through a lense. its like for me. once i am behind a camera, i can just let myself go. i can take pictures of the world... the way i see it. every beautiful thing that you all just look past and take for granted. there are so many things you can discover that you never realized before. i love to take pictures because it just kinda lets you show your soul and lets you let people know exactly how you feel.  you can put emotion into it. you can show the problems in society by something as simple as taking a picture of an ashtray. anything is possible. well i am all about expression. i love to express myself and i love to let people know whats going on in my mind. what is swirling around in theis head. because they need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/913166408554615939-6493854640657194674?l=parabry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/feeds/6493854640657194674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=913166408554615939&amp;postID=6493854640657194674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/6493854640657194674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/913166408554615939/posts/default/6493854640657194674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parabry.blogspot.com/2008/07/expression.html' title='expression'/><author><name>bryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05586744209717860234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htp70p_rYZA/Sf9zQER_EqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDFWaWZalzs/S220/Picture+104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
