<?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-2008285717358015802</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:32:35.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My whole life is a dark room</title><subtitle type='html'>one.big.dark.room</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-8252204319439734460</id><published>2009-04-03T01:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:39:45.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beware of the bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.greatbeartours.com/images/tauna-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.greatbeartours.com/images/tauna-bear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night i was in alaska. i was walking in a green field and i suddenly remembered that there were bears there. then a grizzly bear stood on its back legs to look over a small hill it was behind and saw me. i started to run and it was following me. there are bare trees in my way and slows me down in running.  my friend was in it too, but i don't know if he was trying to help me or i was running to warn him of the bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--&gt;To       dream that you are being pursued or attacked by a bear, denotes       aggression, overwhelming obstacles and competition. You may find yourself       in a threatening situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;To       see a bear in your dream, symbolizes independence, the cycle of       life, death and renewal.  It may signal of period of introspection       and thinking. The dream may also be a pun on "bare". Perhaps you       need to bare your soul and let everything out into the open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The bears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;is reflecting a situation that i am afraid in confronting. The bear is symbolic of introspection and self-reflection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The green fields indicates my hopes and my unlimited potential for growth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-8252204319439734460?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/8252204319439734460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=8252204319439734460' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/8252204319439734460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/8252204319439734460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2009/04/beware-of-bear.html' title='beware of the bear'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-5606775958213507927</id><published>2009-04-03T01:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:26:01.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody knife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/021/5/4/My_knife_against_your_throat_by_cutemew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 252px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/i/2006/021/5/4/My_knife_against_your_throat_by_cutemew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after my gun dream i dreamed that i was slicing peoples throats with a sword/knife like i was going on a rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"   &gt;To       dream of a sword, means it can be seen       as a phallic symbol and thus represent masculine power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"   &gt;To       dream that you are carrying a knife, signifies anger, aggression and/or       separation. There may be something in your life that you need to cut out       and get rid of. Alternatively, the knife may be symbolic of something       divisive in your life. You may be attempting to cut ties or sever some       relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"   &gt;To       see your throat in your dream, symbolizes the ability to express yourself       and communicate your thoughts/ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"   &gt;To dream that others are bleeding, signifies an emotional cry for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the knife means anger and when i use it on the throat... i'm expressing myself in anger and when i see the blood i'm crying out for help when i do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-5606775958213507927?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/5606775958213507927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=5606775958213507927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/5606775958213507927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/5606775958213507927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2009/04/bloody-knife.html' title='bloody knife'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-4707528730982100183</id><published>2009-03-16T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:23:28.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guns go bang bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.wktv.com/images/handheld%20gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 119px;" src="http://media.wktv.com/images/handheld%20gun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been lazy keeping track of my dreams.  last night in my dreams a gang was after me but somehow i managed to get their guns and shoot them multiple times.&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--&gt;To       dream that you are confronted or threatened by a gang, signifies       circumstances or situations in your waking life that are becoming overwhelming.       You feel that you are being ganged up on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;after i was shooting them we reconciled and teamed up....... in my dream last night a gang was after me but somehow i managed to get their guns and shoot them multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&gt;To       dream that you are a gang member, signifies your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need to achieve and       accomplish things through force and intimidation. The dream draws       attention to the primitive, unruly aspect of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--&gt;To       dream that you shoot someone with a gun, denotes your aggressive feelings       and hidden anger toward that particular person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--&gt;To       dream that someone is shooting you with a gun, suggests that you are       experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You may feel       victimized in some situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--&gt;To       see a gun in your dream, symbolizes aggression, anger, and potential       danger. You may be dealing with issues of passiveness/aggressiveness and       authority/dependence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; so basically i have anger issues in my real life lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is boom boom boom boom,&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-4707528730982100183?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/4707528730982100183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=4707528730982100183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/4707528730982100183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/4707528730982100183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2009/03/guns-go-bang-bang.html' title='guns go bang bang'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-7321680502500559669</id><published>2008-03-07T12:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:26:52.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>davey havok dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://buzznet-63.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users12/xdaveysxhotx666/default/hottie--gallery-prf-1157933269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 177px;" src="http://buzznet-63.vo.llnwd.net/assets/users12/xdaveysxhotx666/default/hottie--gallery-prf-1157933269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is one of my most FAVORITE dreams. i woke up at 10am when it was 3/4 done. i fell back asleep and the dream actually continued. this is my 2nd dream with davey in it. here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;my friend lynzi and i got picked from a contest to get our teeth whitened and meet davey.  i ended up going first. i went in a separate room, laid on my stomach on a bed and the dentists put me under the "happy gas". then davey entered and laid on my left side. there was a slide show of afi music videos. i could hear davey kind of singing the words to himself. i was too embarrassed to even look at him. i was defiantly star struck.  then he turned, looked at me, took off my gas mask and started singing TO me. this is when i almost fainted. just like the picture from above that's the only part of his face that i could see. i can still remember the details on his face. like the creases at the outer parts of his eyes, the texture of his skin and of course his lip ring. he also had his nose pierced on the his left side twice right next to each other.  i asked why and he said he didn't really know.  we started to ignore the afi slide show playing on the wall. we laid on our sides face to face. the dentists were getting kind of annoyed because they still had to do my teeth whitening. then the best part came.... he started to kiss me. very passionately. it was heaven. then lynzi started to walk in and totally ruined the moment. she wanted his autograph and luckily we stopped kissing before she came in or else she would have been pissed at me. she left and he told me that he wants me to take a walk with him. there was an afi concert outside the place where we were so he went in disguise. i ended up losing him through the mass of people.  i stayed in the crowd lost in my own thoughts of what just happened. then a hand embraced mine and pulled me to a clearing. it was davey. he said 'i thought i lost you'. we went back to where the dentists still were. they asked if they could start the whitening process and davey kept on saying no,  i'm not done hanging out with her yet. he told me that he wanted me to go first because he was spying on me through the curtains and knew that i was the girl for him. i told him that we met before (which actually happened in real life) and he didn't believe me for some reason haha. then i woke up which is very unfortunate. never the less, i will cherish this dream until the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;---&gt;To       smell or see gas in your dream, indicates that your need to be re energized. There may be a situation in your life that you are       having difficulty in getting a handle on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;---&gt;Dreaming that you are visiting a dentist might mean you're subconsciously seeking help or answers in the area of self-expression or self-nurturing, or your own intentions to improve yourself in these areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---&gt;To       dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and       contentment.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       dream that you are lost, suggests that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt; you have lost your direction in       life or that you have lost sight of your goals.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       see lips in your dream, signifies sensuality, sex, love, and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soooo maybe this dream means that i'm lost with my goals for love, harmony and romance. maybe davey represents a guy in general to find me from being lost? who knows. it was still a fucking awesome dream!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-7321680502500559669?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/7321680502500559669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=7321680502500559669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7321680502500559669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7321680502500559669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2008/03/davey-havok-dream.html' title='davey havok dream...'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-1063960849774172573</id><published>2008-02-15T01:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:26:51.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my johnny depp lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rollercoasteroflove.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/johnny_depp_40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 199px;" src="http://rollercoasteroflove.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/johnny_depp_40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago i had an amazing dream that i will never forget. i still remember it from this day.  it started off me being on Americas Next Top Model tv show. Tyra Banks is the host of that show. well in my dream, Johnny was the host.  there was this huge fight between some girls and johnny asked to talk to me privately because i witnessed the entire thing. well after talking he needed to go to wal-mart (or some store of the sort). so we went there and we ended up playing peek-a-boo in the aisles.  he made a really funny face and i just fell to the floor laughing. he came over to me and did the same thing. while we were still laughing he looked into my eyes and gave me the most romantic kiss that i've experienced (even in my real life too!). it was one of those perfect kisses that you see in movies and say "now how come that never happens to me?". then he told me that since i entered the competition that he hasn't been able to take his eyes off me.  then he asked me to move to paris with him in his house. of course i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i ask myself.... HOW COME THAT NEVER HAPPENS TO ME IN REAL LIFE. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;dawny depp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-1063960849774172573?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/1063960849774172573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=1063960849774172573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/1063960849774172573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/1063960849774172573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-johnny-depp-lover.html' title='my johnny depp lover'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-6029531486077328816</id><published>2008-01-21T03:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:17:31.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dangerous Crocodile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ohiogamefishing.com/photopost/data/500/medium/Saltwater-croc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.ohiogamefishing.com/photopost/data/500/medium/Saltwater-croc2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i had this dream last night that my friend, her boyfriend, joe,  and i went down to Florida because they moved there. we went exploring in their backyard (which was HUGE) and it looked like a rain forest. we were walking in what looked like a little canyon with vines hanging from trees. we went up to this mini lake/pond and tossed in some bread crumbs to see some fish. well i spotted this crocodile quietly swimming towards us so i told&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wetasschronicles.com/Crocodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.wetasschronicles.com/Crocodile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; them to run. well we took off and about 10 crocodiles appeared out of no where and was running at full speed after us. joe was fast and was so far ahead of us that her and i didn't even see him anymore. we were trying to climb a vine to get to the high wall of the canyon. i was running and looking behind and saw this HUGE croc snapping his mouth at me. he was like a foot from me. i swung on a vine and got out of snapping distance. i'm not sure if my friend made it or not though... i woke up after i got out of harms way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;---&gt;To       see a crocodile in your dream, forewarns of hidden danger. Someone near       you is giving you bad advice and is trying to sway you into poor       decisions. The crocodile may be an aspect of yourself and your aggressive       and "snappy" attitude. Or maybe it reveals that you have       displayed some false emotions and shedding "crocodile tears".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt; To       dream that you are chased or bitten by a crocodile, denotes       disappointments in love and in business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       see a cannon in your dream, suggests that there is something drastic that       needs to be done immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       dream that you are trying to run but cannot make your feet move as fast as       you want them to, signifies lack of self-esteem and self-confidence. It       may also reflect your actual state of REM paralysis while in the dream       state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;my analogy.... I'm guessing for the crocodile i am disappointed in my job. the night i dreamed that i had a stressful/semi drama  day at work. this guy there is 26 and acts like a high school girl. everyone hates him and i learned that he tried to get me fired a few months ago. maybe he is the crocodile.  As for the cannon i think that means my job. i really do need to change jobs.  for me not running as fast as i can means that the job that i'm at right now is my safety net. i've been there for 2 years and i dont think i have enough confidence to get a new better job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;keep your head up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-6029531486077328816?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/6029531486077328816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=6029531486077328816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/6029531486077328816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/6029531486077328816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2008/01/dangerous-crocodile.html' title='dangerous Crocodile'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-2426959193270798098</id><published>2007-12-01T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:08:54.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blaqk cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pals.iastate.edu/carlson/images/vault.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pals.iastate.edu/carlson/images/vault.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the other night i had a dream that i found a stray puppy outside our house that looked like my dog. i walked around with him in my arms and i refused to put him down.  my mom was standing in the living room looking our our huge window at the sky. a HUGE black cloud was coming our way and it looked like it was forming a tornado. i think it was a tornado, but it never hit land.  i kept on saying how happy i was that the puppy wasn't outside in the bad weather.  i did want to go outside and observe, but everyone was yelling at me how crazy i was and that we should be in the basement. then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       see gray and gloomy clouds in your dream, signify  depression or       anger. Your decisions may be clouded in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;---&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To       see menacing or stormy clouds in your dream, indicates an impending       eruption of emotions. It also represents a lack of wisdom or confusion in       some situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To       dream that you are taking care of some puppies, indicates that you are a       trustworthy and loyal friend especially in difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;To       see a tornado in your dream, suggests that you are experiencing some       extreme emotional outbursts and temper tantrums. Is there a situation or       relationship in your life that may be potentially destructive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whirlwind,&lt;br /&gt;Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px;" align="left"&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-2426959193270798098?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/2426959193270798098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=2426959193270798098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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her for so long&lt;br /&gt;The lights are on but no one's home&lt;br /&gt;She's so vacant&lt;br /&gt;Her soul is taken&lt;br /&gt;He thinks what she's running from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how can he have her heart&lt;br /&gt;When it got stole?&lt;br /&gt;so he tries to pacify her&lt;br /&gt;Cause what's inside her never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if she's content in his warmth&lt;br /&gt;She is pained with urgency&lt;br /&gt;Urgent kisses&lt;br /&gt;The man she misses&lt;br /&gt;The man that he longs to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how can he have her heart&lt;br /&gt;When it got stole?&lt;br /&gt;so he tries to pacify her&lt;br /&gt;Cause what's inside her never dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-7721441630482496258?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-5172022309518654380</id><published>2007-11-03T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:29:56.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another year another tear... let the good times roll</title><content type='html'>well it has officially been over a year since my grandpa died (10/30).  my family was sad, of course on the official year mark. i slept in till 3 and laid around watching tv all day. i couldn't bring myself to do anything other than that.  life goes on, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloween is gone also. last year (obviously) i didn't celebrate halloween. i went to a halloween party last weekend then on halloween i went to a bar all dressed up. this year, i was a zebra. my costume effects were pretty fucking cool. it looked almost... high fashion. well i have another halloween party to go to tomorrow night. no more zebra though. i went to the halloween stores around town since everything is now 1/2 off. i tried on some costumes (alice in wonderland, slutty harry potter, etc) but the skirts came up to my crotch basically so i didn't buy them. i settled on some fake blood, wicked cool eyelashes and some vampire teeth. i'm gonna wear my corpse bride dress my mom made for me a few years ago and turn that into a vampire, somehow. it should be uber fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done waiting on a boy. it's fucked up and i lost interest already due to him being an asshole. if he comes around again... too late so sorry, betch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's november. how did the year go by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over before you know it,&lt;br /&gt;Dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-5172022309518654380?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/5172022309518654380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=5172022309518654380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/5172022309518654380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/5172022309518654380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-year-another-tear-let-good.html' title='another year another tear... let the good times roll'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-7680721862815754540</id><published>2007-10-16T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:03:46.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>restless times</title><content type='html'>i really need a change in life. i'm very bored, lonely, and restless.&lt;br /&gt;i need... my friends, new job, to ace my math test tomorrow, new music discoveries, go to a concert, re-connect with old friends, move away to a foreign land, see my dead grandpa, get incredibly shit faced, travel all over the world, go on a game show and earn some fat cash, and the list goes on and on. most of all i want a guy who i can tell all my friends that i love him with all my heart. &lt;br /&gt;i over analyze too much. maybe i should just follow my heart and ignore what my head is yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe i just need to change myself and not change the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You hold the answers deep within your own mind.&lt;br /&gt;Consciously, you've forgotten it.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way the human mind works.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us&lt;br /&gt;to entertain, we reject it.&lt;br /&gt;We erase it from our memories.&lt;br /&gt;But the answer is always there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;question mark,&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-7680721862815754540?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/7680721862815754540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=7680721862815754540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7680721862815754540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7680721862815754540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/10/restless-times.html' title='restless times'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-5316009815032391029</id><published>2007-10-03T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:10:47.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peacock dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/open-source/images/peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 208px;" src="http://blogs.zdnet.com/open-source/images/peacock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the other night i had a dream that i was in my living room and all these baby peacocks were hatching. it was hard not to step on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;color:#0066cc;"  &gt;To       see a peacock in your dream, represents spring, birth, and new growth. It       is a good omen, signaling prestige, much success and contentment with your       career. It may also be telling of your confidence and even arrogance over       your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe the hatching peacocks mean that a part of me is trying to re-grow or start over.  Then me not trying to step on the babies mean that i'm trying not crush my  new growth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-5316009815032391029?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/5316009815032391029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=5316009815032391029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/5316009815032391029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/5316009815032391029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/10/peacock-dream.html' title='peacock dream'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-8832503695163133148</id><published>2007-09-25T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:03:53.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chipmunks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chipmunks.info/images/chippy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.chipmunks.info/images/chippy11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was at my grandmas house painting her deck.  she lives on about 2 acres of woodland. she put out some bird seed by the feeder and underneath it. chipmunks came out right away to start eating their dinner.  i was standing still about 3 feet away from them. after about 5 minutes i got 1 foot away from them. it took a few minutes of patience for them to adjust to my closeness. after about 5 minutes of that new position i got even closer and sat on the grass. it took even more time for them to get their food because i was so close to it.  pretty soon some of the chipmunks came out to get their food, but they were more cautious getting it. i stayed there for awhile and then i got right up to their food pile of seed. to add more of a presence, i held a nice big sunflower seed in my hand. it took a lot of patience this time because they were very iffy.  there was one chipmunk the entire time who was the first one to have the guts to get the food. once the other chipmunks noticed that when he was eating literally inches from me that i was no threat, they all came to eat. none of them ate out of my hand though. i put the sunflower seed right in front of their noses, but they pushed it out of their face. i felt them shove it. it was so adorable. i then tried a piece of bread crust. they pushed it out of the way again.  at multiple times once the chipmunks were used to me 5 of them were surrounding me.  it was amazing. every time i made sudden movement like when a mosquito was bothering me they all scattered away. when i made very minimal movement the chipmunks tail would fan out then when i was still again it de-fan.  i think that if i repeated those steps continuously then the chipmunks would be used to me and be relaxed more.  i love studying animal behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your eyes open,&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-7263802167073782210</id><published>2007-09-19T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:06:44.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams really do come true</title><content type='html'>i attended the blaqk audio show last night. as for the people who don't know them... it is davey havok and jade puget's side band from AFI.  it was BEYOND my wildest dream. first of all i got front and center RIGHT by daveys mic stand. the stage was as high as my hips (which is kinda short).  davey was literally less than a foot from me the entire show. when he was at the mic he was towering over me. a few times his saliva landed on my face. when they came on and sang their first song something was wacking me in the face. it took only a few seconds of confusion to figure out that davey was whipping his mic cord in the air. it kinda hurt. oh well.  all of us in the front row was dancing non stop the entire show. jade looked like a little kid behind the synthesizers. when he came out to dance with davey during 'boys and girls' all i did was laugh. he was ADORABLE. either i was dancing or just standing there in awe at what was happening before my eyes.  i rubbed my fingers on daveys shoes a few times (just to say that i touched him). his hand was right in front of my face many times and it was so tempting to hold it. i was scared. that's why i touched his shoe. at the end of the show i was yelling jades name and we caught eye contact. he came over to give me a low 5. then my heart skipped.  i stayed about an hour after the show in front of their tour bus. the crowd was huge in the beginning, but as the minutes ticked by the majority of people left. yay. then smith (jades brother) came out to those who remained waiting that dave will come out to only sign autographs. no pictures or hugs. when it was my turn i didn't even know he took my ticket stub. i said "davey, you whipped your mic cord in my face". his facial expression (already from smiling) changed to concern said "i'm so sorry, are you ok?". i don't remember what i said. after seeing afi twice and now blaqk audio once i can finally say that i got to meet him after 6 years of devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole experience was like a dream that i'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;AFI is my blood.&lt;br /&gt;DxH is my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-7263802167073782210?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/7263802167073782210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=7263802167073782210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7263802167073782210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7263802167073782210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams-really-do-come-true.html' title='dreams really do come true'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-7672971424897242615</id><published>2007-09-03T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:15:21.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two faced people</title><content type='html'>my tight nit best friends are moving further and further away from me. the thing that angers me the most is that i didn't do anything to cause it. i am done with people who treat me like shit. im keep on giving and giving until there is nothing left to give. when i do that, i get nothing back in return. it sounds like my past relationships. there are way too many jerks in the world. that's what makes me want to move away from here and start fresh. small towns are so awesome. the people there are super nice and friendly. this town used to be like that. then too many douche bags moved here from chicago. damn richies. i'm just feeling hurt at the moment by my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;"I offer grace,&lt;br /&gt;I offer blood.&lt;br /&gt;I offer everything till my heart is crystal clear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-7672971424897242615?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/7672971424897242615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=7672971424897242615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7672971424897242615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7672971424897242615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-faced-people.html' title='two faced people'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-2873336244556230398</id><published>2007-08-19T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:32:28.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://carinascollection.com/store/images/62296%20%20Engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 105px;" src="http://carinascollection.com/store/images/62296%20%20Engagement.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last night i had a dream that i was to be engaged to someone who i didn't really know, but i loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To dream that you are engaged to be married, represents sexual or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; relationship needs. You may be trying to resolve your feelings of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-2873336244556230398?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/2873336244556230398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=2873336244556230398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/2873336244556230398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/2873336244556230398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/08/engagement.html' title='engagement'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-202526766513229496</id><published>2007-08-17T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:21:57.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dying dog/stripper pole</title><content type='html'>i'm keep on having repeating dreams of my pet dog dying. i've had it at least twice this week. last night he actually died in my dream. my dog is 13 years old and deaf.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If the dog is dead or dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it represents a deterioration of your instincts. Also consider common notions associated with the word dog, such as loyalty ("man's best friend") and to be "treated like a dog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i have no idea what that dream means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other dream i had last night was that there was a pole dancing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.healthylivingnyc.com/includes/resize_article_photo.php?articleid=249"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.healthylivingnyc.com/includes/resize_article_photo.php?articleid=249" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;contest a beach.  there was a very tall building that we had to climb up to then go on the pole.  2 poles were right next to each other so my twin went with me. the pole was 5 stories high so we were strapped into a harness just in case there was a mistake.  my twin was doing much better than me. i just went down really slow and barely did any tricks. i didn't know which way was down and i was very confused. maybe i was scared of heights. finally my twin somehow came over to my pole and helped me. i reached into my pocket and i had a lot of money in there from people giving me (somehow haha). eventually when i got closer to the ground i stepped my game up and gave a great performance.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To dream that you are afraid of heights, denotes that you are striving for goals that seem beyond your reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To see or use a harness in your dream, symbolizes control and lack of freedom. Perhaps you feel that you are being held back either by your own fears or by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes sense because lately i've really wanted to move away from here. i'm bored with my everyday life. i want to just pick up and move to colorado or somewhere in europe.  i'm scared to move away on my own. since my grandpa died last year my grandma has been on her own and is constantly asking my family for help (since she lives very close by). i also take her out every week for her shopping. i feel tied down by them.  therefore, the harness and heights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-202526766513229496?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/202526766513229496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=202526766513229496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/202526766513229496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/202526766513229496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/08/dying-dogstripper-pole.html' title='dying dog/stripper pole'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-868401778195033106</id><published>2007-08-16T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:24:43.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dead relatives in dreams</title><content type='html'>my grandpa died in october of 2006.  a few months i had a dream that i was at my grandmas house (she is still alive) with my extended family. they were all standing on the stairs that head to the 2nd floor. on the bottom of the stairs was my grandpa, but he was about 3 feet tall. i got on my knees and hugged him really tight then asked why he was so short. he laughed and said everyone is this tall in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my grandma and i were talking and she said yesterday morning she woke up at 8am. she decided to go back to sleep. in that time frame she had a dream that her husband was sitting on a little childrens chair. a big chair was right next to him. he said... this isn't comfortable. my grandma said why are you sitting there. then they laughed because it was silly. she told me it was the 2nd time she had a dream about him when she went back to bed at 8 and woke up at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To       see your dead sibling, relative, or friend alive in your dream, indicates       that you miss them and are trying to relive your old experiences you had       with them. In trying to keep up with the pace of your daily waking life,       you dreams may serve as your only outlet in coping and coming to terms       with the loss of a loved one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my grandma and i had a dream about him with short things. he was short in my dream and he was sitting in a short chair in her dream.&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To       dream that someone or something is smaller than usual, represents feelings       of insignificance, helplessness and unworthiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago i had a dream of my other grandma (who died in late 2004 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;).  i was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.turkishconnections.co.uk/ART/Hallway_clip_image002_0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 155px;" src="http://www.turkishconnections.co.uk/ART/Hallway_clip_image002_0000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;greeting some children at my front door and i heard my dead grandma shouting her own name from the room she died in. her room is the one that you would see directly down a hall (just like the picture to the left). i looked down the hall and everything in the room was white and bright and i saw the outline of her walking out (just like how they have it in movies when angles come from heaven). then she started yelling my mothers name. i gave her a hug and she didn't know who i was. it was a blizzard outside and she just walked right outside into it and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;If       the brightness is blinding, then it suggests that you are not paying       attention to some new insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-868401778195033106?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/868401778195033106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=868401778195033106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/868401778195033106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/868401778195033106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/08/dead-relatives-in-dreams.html' title='dead relatives in dreams'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-827888639113356405</id><published>2007-08-07T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:28:56.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wolf dream</title><content type='html'>last night i had a dream that i was in my backyard and a mother with 3 wolf pups made a home in the corner of our fence in yard.  i was sitting on our deck and they started to come up to me. they looked intimidating, but somehow i tamed them and they were acting like untrained (but friendly) dogs.  one wolf in particular stood out to me. it was  white with little light brown streaks on its face.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/arctic_wolf_sc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.hickerphoto.com/data/media/40/arctic_wolf_sc5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;---&gt; To       see a wolf in your dream, symbolizes beauty, solitude, mystery,       self-confidence and pride. You are able to keep your composure in a       variety of social situations and can blend in with any situation with ease       and grace. You are a loner by choice.  Negatively, it represents       hostility and aggression.  It may also reflect an uncontrollable       force or situation in your life. In particular, if the wolf is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, then       it signifies valor and victory. You have the ability to see the light even       in your darkest hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-827888639113356405?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/827888639113356405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=827888639113356405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/827888639113356405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/827888639113356405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/08/wolf-dream.html' title='wolf dream'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-1201417186724727229</id><published>2007-08-06T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T03:08:23.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update</title><content type='html'>friday was full of adventure. Lynzi and i went to mt. prospect to meet sarah jessica parker. she was there promoting her clothing line. well we didn't get there early enough and since there there were a lot of people, we couldn't meet her. we took lots of pictures though. she's so pretty to look at! we were wearing high heels so we decided to give up due to our aching feet. we got back on the interstate to drive to another mall where they had a Hot Topic.  we got there in plenty of time for their blaqk audio listening party. the whole album wasn't that impressive. there were lots of stupid young teenage girls there for it. they are too young for our generation. ugh... annoying. well after that we went to MAC and there was this fucking hot guy working there. he came up to us asking if we needed help and our faces all of a sudden glazed over because he was so beautiful. too bad he was gay haha. after that we drove back to our town to sit down for dinner. the rest of the night was dead. no one in town was doing anything so we just called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i slept in and in the afternoon lynzi came over to work on our scrapbook. we did our work on the floor of my room while listening to some good music. then we went to my grandmas house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was very boring. when i went to bed the night before my throat kinda hurt and it still did this morning so i slept in until about 2ish. i pretty much had the house to myself so i made chocolate chip pancakes while watching the patriot. after i got done watching that movie i watched the day after tomorrow. then after that i watched rock of love. that show is so funny. rodeo went home tonight. i don't like her... she had too much kid issues. well, after that show was over i made mac n' cheese and watched bend it like beckham. i miss playing soccer.  man, today was super dull.  well when it rains i get in those moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i should be getting up early to make some calls and do some paper work concerning the taxi accident that i was involved in 2 months ago. the hospital and doc bills are adding up and i'm sure as hell not paying for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick it to the man,&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-1201417186724727229?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/1201417186724727229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=1201417186724727229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/1201417186724727229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/1201417186724727229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-update.html' title='weekend update'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-9192610587955899213</id><published>2007-07-25T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:13:22.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moose dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mypage.direct.ca/s/selliot/moose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 151px;" src="http://mypage.direct.ca/s/selliot/moose1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     last night i had a bizarre dream that i was walking through woods (that looked like a campsite). what i was walking on was like a drawstring bridge, but it was only a few inches off of the ground. after i got into the little dirt road town i started being chased by a bull moose. i hate the dreams when you are running as fast as you can, but you can't seem to move. well anyways, it chased be back to the bridge and there were pieces of wood gone from it so i had to be careful. the moose caught up to me but next thing i knew i was riding on top of him. he seemed not to care that i was there. everyone was watching me. then he got tired and laid down. i was trying to wake him up because i wanted another ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i looked up what moose means, and here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To see a moose in your dream, represents long life and longevity. It may refer to the elders around you. Alternatively, a moose may also indicate that you can be both powerful and gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so maybe this means that i will have a long life, but it will be hard (the missing pieces of wood). the powerful part may refer to that i'm having difficulties (again, the missing pieces of wood) in my life right now, but i am still powerful and will get through them. as for the elders around me, my grandma is really old, lives across the street from me and is still kicking. maybe she is the moose LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-9192610587955899213?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/9192610587955899213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=9192610587955899213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/9192610587955899213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/9192610587955899213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/07/moose-dream.html' title='moose dream'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-2647318488239288926</id><published>2007-07-23T02:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:11:56.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of an era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hp-lexicon.org/images/rj/rj_hogw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hp-lexicon.org/images/rj/rj_hogw.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I just finished reading the last book in the magical series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  I could not put the book down at all. I went to Borders on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night and picked up my reserved copy at midnight.  I read about 20 pages that night and couldn't go any further because I was so exhausted.  Then on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satuday&lt;/span&gt; i started where I left off and I read off and on all day until around 4:30am. I made it to page 405 .  today (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;) I did the same thing and read off and on until I finished the book which was page 759.  so it really only took me 2 days to read the entire thing.  I'm so sad that the series is over.  I'm not going to go into detail about what happens or anything so if someone is reading this who hasn't read the book I will not give away anything. I would be pretty pissed if someone ruined it for me.  The past few months for me has consisted of everything to do with Harry Potter.  I decided to re-read the Order of the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.ctv.ca/gallery/photo/pottermania_070720/image17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="http://images.ctv.ca/gallery/photo/pottermania_070720/image17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phoenix just to refresh my mind for the new movie.  Then i re-read 1/2 blood prince to refresh my memory for the new book.  Then the movie came out.  I don't really like it.  They left out a LOT, but it was much better than the Goblet of Fire movie.  Then a week later and the new book comes out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;, but this book is the best. I finally know why everything happened the way it did. I shed lots of tears in certain parts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Snape&lt;/span&gt; holds a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; how I wish that the magical world of wizards and witches existed.  Having a wand and going to a school that is a castle would be the coolest thing on this planet.  I have no idea how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;JKR&lt;/span&gt; thought of the idea of the books.  She said the idea just came to her.  I can understand that, but there are SO many twists, plots and characters that I sometimes have trouble keeping them straight.  I wonder if she wrote the last chapter first before writing the entire thing.  If I ever meet her, I will ask her that same question.  She is brilliant.  It's so cool that the age range who fell in love with these books are from really young children to grandparents.  I can't really think of any book that are like that.  I just don't know how children can understand what exactly is going on. After the 3rd book, obviously the book started to get dark and more in depth.  At the release party the majority of people there were really young kids! I know i wouldn't have gotten everything at that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjbtjNA9X-I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjbtjNA9X-I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;[the countdown for midnight to strike so everyone can buy HPDH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes catch myself in my everyday life whispering spells and charms to myself.  Like when i go to unlock my car door I say.."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alohomora&lt;/span&gt;".  Other fans are crazy too like that I know.  There defiantly won't be another book.  I am pretty sure of that.  There's a "19 years later" part at the end of the book.  I guess all we can do now is each of us can daydream how everyone else lives their life beyond what is in the book.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20050715/160_potter_cover_050715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20050715/160_potter_cover_050715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   the end-   Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-2647318488239288926?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/2647318488239288926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=2647318488239288926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/2647318488239288926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/2647318488239288926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-era.html' title='the end of an era'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-1731093803661158023</id><published>2007-07-19T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:27:28.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>avoidence</title><content type='html'>i've been trying to stay away from the internet lately.   the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows book has been leaking on the internet. i went on aim tonight for the first time in a bit and someone IMed me telling me they know how the book ends and blah blah blah. i got SO pissed. if people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; harry potter fans, they can wait until they can read the hard copy right in front of them in person. i'm sick of those kinds of fans who don't even read the books and just wait for the movie to come out. the movies suck anyway and leave out shit loads of info.  how lazy are people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i like having little random harry potter convos with people. last night i was at a resturant with a friend and someone who he knows came up to us and we all started talking about theories and little things like that. then today, lynzi and i were at wal-mart printing our pictures. on the computer it asks for your first and last name. she put down 'lynzi potter' and i put down 'dawn granger'. when we picked our prints up the guys like "nice names girls". we laughed then started talking about more theories on how the book will end.  what will people talk about when the book is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i for one, CAN NOT wait to read that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accio toothbrush,&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-1731093803661158023?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-8456940156803282735</id><published>2007-07-12T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:49:58.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ps) i love quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WANTED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Case number: 001384&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;NAME:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dawn &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ALIASES:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dawny depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;LIKES:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;afi, going to concerts where it's intense and small so everyone gets super sweaty and violent, text messaging, music, singing alone in my car, re-connecting with old friends, hanging with my bestest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;DISLIKES:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the dark, 90's music, veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;HATES:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;being in water where i can't see the bottom, mayo, cottage cheese, mustard, self centered people, people who are foul and rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;KNOWN MARKINGS:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;long eyelashes, little dipper on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;KNOWN FOR:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;double jointed fingers, bad sense of direction, not paying attention to things, whipping out my flask at random moments &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt; KNOWN CRIMES:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kidnapping people and throwing them in my trunk, running from cops in wisconsin and crawling through the soy bean plants, trespassing, public intoxication, jaywalking... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;WANTED FOR:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; flipping off jerkoffs while driving, jumping on a little girls foot on purpose. i get away with everything bad i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Evil Inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vital Statistics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Age:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;twenty-one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Gender:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;female &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;City of Residence:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;chicago area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Winner Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Thrillers vs. Slashers:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;thriller &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Evil vs. Good:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;probably good, but i like evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ghosts vs. Monsters:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ghosts. most def.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Evil Dead 2 vs. Army of Darkness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;army of darkness &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Autolycus vs. Ash:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Seen a ghost:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i like to call them spirits&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Played with a ouija board:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mine is behind me on the floor then i have my grandparents one from the 1920's like 10 feet away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Tried another method to contact the dead:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;seance &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Visited a cemetary just for fun:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeah, they're creepy at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Poked the body at a funeral:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hell no. that's disresectful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Went to a strangers funeral:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeah. friends grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Given yourself the creeps:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make People Stare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Does your style of dress freak out other people:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do strangers think you are evil:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you dress for Halloween in a month other than October:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes!  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have any tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup, one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;If so, what &amp;amp; where:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;How about peircings (ears don't count):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;just 4 in the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;If yes, then where:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do people roll up their windows when you drive by playing your music:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have creepy stickers on your ride:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;If so, what's your favorite:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i have ron jon surf shop, nin, some whicked design and i'm gonna be putting my afi one up soon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Ever use a wild hair color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;well hair spray colored ones. pink and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would You Rather Be...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;a ghost/a vampire:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;vampire. they're hott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;goth/preppy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;goth &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;ax murderer/strangler:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ugh neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Walmart shopper/Target shopper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;target is so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;wicked/sweet:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wiiiicked &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;psychic/telekinetic:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;osychic! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Kate Beckinsale/Lucy Lawless:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;kate is sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;Rob Zombie/Sam Raimi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;def rob zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;in the ground/mausoleum:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mausoleums are beautiful but i'd rather be buried in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Etc.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What famous dead person would you like to meet:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lucille ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;What famous person would you like to haunt:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;george bush. i'd want to make him go crazy and go to a hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-8456940156803282735?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/8456940156803282735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=8456940156803282735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/8456940156803282735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/8456940156803282735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/07/ps-i-love-quizzes.html' title='ps) i love quizzes'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2008285717358015802.post-7556351211144653731</id><published>2007-07-10T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:39:33.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>introductions...</title><content type='html'>first of all i must quote one of my favorite songs hence the title of my "name", the nephilim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"The Nephilim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Swing through sadness, tears of joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Curse the sunlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Arsenic for the girls and boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Drink the madness, smoke so coy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Smile injection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Serum of a will destroyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; The seasons change without me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; I remain in shadows growing wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; The spirit song still surrounds me, in refrain, in shadows growing wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Like an angel with two broken wings, reach the sky again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Like a devil, meant f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;or better things, I will find my place on high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes songs can change your life.  I have another blog on another site that i've had since &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/10/11/22181110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/10/11/22181110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2004. i think it's time for a change and a new(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) start. i love how i tend to add (ish) on the end of words. it makes no sense, but it makes them more interesting!  this is a neat site. i got bored with xanga. there's just so much you can do with that.   i had trouble adding pictures and stuff on there and i love pictures. problem solved.   on xanga i tended to trail off blabbing about needing to change my nail color or commenting on a program on tv that i'm watching. hopefully, here, i will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; not to do that.  if i had a drink in my hand, this is when i would raise my glass and make a toast to fresh new starts. it would be better if that glass had some zinfandel wine or something like that in it.  mmm... wine!  A few weeks ago while i was trying to read a harry potter book in less one week the weather outside was perfect. i took my book, a nice cold glass of wine and sat in my springy seat that is shaped like a banana that hangs from the ceiling of our roof. it was so lovely until the alcohol was starting to take an effect on my reading skill so i gave it up for harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is where i leave off for my first *new* blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pixi dust,&lt;br /&gt;dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2008285717358015802-7556351211144653731?l=xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/feeds/7556351211144653731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2008285717358015802&amp;postID=7556351211144653731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7556351211144653731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2008285717358015802/posts/default/7556351211144653731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xonebigdarkroomx.blogspot.com/2007/07/introductions.html' title='introductions...'/><author><name>the nephilim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08538697865950762025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L-QKr29uhCE/SpK9O5A63LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P0MDE_rAdA8/S220/DSCN7555+cropped+%26+resized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
