<?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-11754889</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:08:21.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Die-ary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-113335901165741310</id><published>2005-11-30T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:13:09.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>Quizzes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="You're 'Strawberry Gashes'!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/infectious/1046828556_strawberry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 'Strawberry Gashes'! Deep, dark and poetic.&lt;br /&gt;You're a very emotional and passionate person.&lt;br /&gt;And probably suicidal, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/infectious/quizzes/Which%20Jack%20Off%20Jill%20song%20are%20YOU!?/"&gt;Which Jack Off Jill song are YOU!?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8e1be0c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/H0/H0T/H0TTiixFLiRTx3x3/1132777077_gothboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gothic Boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dark personality and style, which&lt;br /&gt;reaches out to those boys with numerous tattoos&lt;br /&gt;and piercings, and black hair. they like you&lt;br /&gt;and you like them, so the next time your eying&lt;br /&gt;that.. cute.. goth boy, you should go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/H0TTiixFLiRTx3x3/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20boys%20like%20you?"&gt;What kind of boys like you? (GiRLZ ONLii&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8b7b1b4)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SW/SWE/sweets1021/1132282653_erwarrior.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do people see you? they don't, i mean they can,&lt;br /&gt;but they hardly notice you. no one ever&lt;br /&gt;listens, but they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sweets1021/quizzes/how%20do%20people%20look%20at%20you?"&gt;how do people look at you? (anime pics!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Agnostic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/agnostic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Goth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/goth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so gothically outrageous, and you aren't afraid to flaunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you dress up like Robert Smith or a tragic Little Bo Peep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are that you'll be parading around with the rest of the goths at Yoyogi Park on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your white makeup and blue lipstick! Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may just get picked up by one of the seedy photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/"&gt;What's Your Japanese Subculture?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cure Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/the-cure.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.462765450&amp;amp;amp;type=10&amp;amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arty Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/arty.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-113335901165741310?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/113335901165741310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=113335901165741310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/113335901165741310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/113335901165741310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/11/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-113197783208876317</id><published>2005-11-14T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:17:12.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE STEPHEN ANTHONY ALVARADO!(LOL! He's probably gunna kill me for saying his whole name!)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was feeling all upset for different reasons. Mostly because of my body image problems. I really don't like the way I look all that much. I think I'm too fat and that I'm ugly. Some of the things he said just made me start crying and thinking "I'm so lucky." It's hard to find a guy who really likes you the way you are. One that you don't have to worry about putting on makeup because no matter what you're always beautiful to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suprised that he hasn't left me for someone else. I know he has to get tired of me crying and having to help me. Me being so far away doesn't help either but the distance doesn't seem to matter. It really never did. Even when I did start to stray from him, I could never stop thinking about him. I still loved him very much. I was just mad at him because of the way he had been treating me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait until I move there with him. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life by his side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-113197783208876317?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/113197783208876317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=113197783208876317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/113197783208876317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/113197783208876317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-stephen-anthony-alvaradolol-hes.html' title='I LOVE STEPHEN ANTHONY ALVARADO!(LOL! He&apos;s probably gunna kill me for saying his whole name!)'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-113033129168589329</id><published>2005-10-26T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T08:54:51.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wish someone would just even act concerned about me. I just feel like all anyone wants to do is just dig me deeper into the grave I started digging myself.One day,it seems like they care, the next day it's like I mean nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this world is out to end me.I'm on the verge to start cutting again. I've already begun to scratch over my old scars. School is really not helping either. If I were not in school it would elimninate two reasons I'm not doing so well emotionally. I was doing better there for a while. I wasn't completely happy, true. But Stephen was helping me stop cutting and was trying to make me happy and he did. He may be a little overprotective, but it shows that he really cares about me. The only issue is that I don't think he trusts me. But he still seems like the only person who cares at all. I just wish he was here with me.I need someone here to just tell me everythings alright. Someone to just care. Unlike someone I know who says one thing of or show that they may like me and the next day it seems like they despise me. I'm sick of this! I just wish things would just be better. Either that or I just go to sleep and never wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-113033129168589329?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/113033129168589329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=113033129168589329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/113033129168589329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/113033129168589329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-wish-someone-would-just-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-112697700896342412</id><published>2005-09-17T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:10:08.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend and I have been together a year.I'm really too happy to type out one of these long journal entries that describe the relationship since it started.Plus,it's really none of your business :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-112697700896342412?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-112406924183312526</id><published>2005-08-14T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:27:21.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia and poor sleeping habits</title><content type='html'>I haven't been getting much sleep lately.Truth is,I'm afraid to go to sleep.I've been having terrible nightmares.I find out Stephen is hurt and the people that did it are coming after me.He keeps telling me to run away and save myself,the people who are doing this will get thier's in the end if I just run.But I can't run away from him in the state he is in.It gets to the point where I'm fighting these guys off with all that I have and I can't fight anymore.That's when I wake up in a cold sweat.It's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's affected my eating habits.I didn't eat ANYTHING for two days.And I haven't been eating much lately anyway.I've lost 6 pounds over the last 2 weeks.My grandfather is starting to get really concerned.When I told my dad he got upset about it.And to tell you the truth...I'm scared too.I'm afraid to tell Stephen about any of this.It's just something I have to face on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-112406924183312526?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/112406924183312526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=112406924183312526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/112406924183312526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/112406924183312526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/08/insomnia-and-poor-sleeping-habits.html' title='Insomnia and poor sleeping habits'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-112212000335155417</id><published>2005-07-23T07:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:00:03.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NtHM</title><content type='html'>I know all exes are an annoyance(unless you've agreed to be friends),but mine's EXREAMLY annoying. To the point were I want to rip off every one of his limbs(very slowly and painfully), put them in a garbage bag, and throw them in a river. And they'd never catch me either because I'm smart enough to use gloves and then burn them after I'm done. But anyway, onto the reason I was for his demise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's wanting to get back with me. He's been trying to get a little too close to me. Complementing me is ok. I don't mind him doing that. But when he started saying "I still love you" it's gone too far. And when he bad mouths my boyfriend, I turn into a monster and am now planning on how the hell to kill him. He doesn't even know Stephen. All he knows is that it's a long distance relationship and that's what the excuse he's giving me to break up. He's all like "Stephen's gunna cheat on you!It's the truth!"And that was the first stupid thing he said beacuse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Stephen's ex cheated on him TWICE and SLEPT with other guys. It was the reason they broke up. He was so depressed when it happened. I know that he doesn't want me to to feel as bad as he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.That's not a truth, that's a hope. He hopes it'll happen and he thinks that if it does I'll run to him for comfort. I'll never go within ten feet of him, unless I'm killing him. And how can it be a truth if it hasn't happened yet?Like I said,my ex is an idiot. He acts like a stubborn child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I blocked him he typed "He doesn't love you" over and over again. Again showing how much of an immature brat he is. If Stephen didn't love me he would've stayed with me for 10 months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-112212000335155417?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/112212000335155417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=112212000335155417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/112212000335155417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/112212000335155417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/07/nthm.html' title='NtHM'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-112163195099034145</id><published>2005-07-17T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:33:03.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity is a bliss...</title><content type='html'>I've been having body image issues ever since I was just a tiny little kid. Before I should even have to care about the way I looked. When I was little all the other kids didn't want to play with me because I was "too fat". I was called fatty, fatso, and any other name you can think of. I tried to lose weight but no matter what I did I was always "too fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me when I was little and I now I think "How the hell is that fat!?" I think I look like a healthy little girl.That's why I hate most people today.It's always outer beauty that people seem to always judge by. And everyone is wondering why so many kids cut, purge, stop eating or commit suicide these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-112163195099034145?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/112163195099034145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=112163195099034145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/112163195099034145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/112163195099034145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/07/vanity-is-bliss.html' title='Vanity is a bliss...'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-111949125294757772</id><published>2005-06-22T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:47:32.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese...</title><content type='html'>Don't eat the cheese...It will betray you.I once loved to cheesy goodness of cheese.But it turned on me and gave me a stomach ache.How could you do this to me cheese?!Why?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-111949125294757772?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/111949125294757772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=111949125294757772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111949125294757772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111949125294757772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/06/cheese.html' title='Cheese...'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-111834457177568203</id><published>2005-06-09T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T15:16:11.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA!</title><content type='html'>This is just too funny not to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim &amp; Edna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out. &lt;br /&gt;When the hospital director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered that Edna be discharged from the hospital because she now considered Edna to be mentally stable. &lt;br /&gt;The director went to Edna and said, "I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that you being discharged because you responded so rationally to a crisis by jumping into the pool to save the life of another person. Your action displays sound mindedness. The bad news is that Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead." &lt;br /&gt;Edna replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-111834457177568203?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/111834457177568203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=111834457177568203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111834457177568203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111834457177568203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/06/haha.html' title='HAHA!'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-111660509891746576</id><published>2005-05-20T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:04:58.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summers here!</title><content type='html'>YAY!School's out!I won't have to go back unless I have to go to summer school.But that'll only last 3 weeks(I'll still get two months).So...yea...YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-111660509891746576?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/111660509891746576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=111660509891746576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111660509891746576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111660509891746576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/05/summers-here.html' title='Summers here!'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-111629031395989554</id><published>2005-05-16T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:53:26.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired of people's shit!</title><content type='html'>Today I found out that I ruined squee's(that's just a nickname I gave him that he hates) life.I'm like "What the hell did I do?".He won't even explain to me what I did to him that was sooo horrible.I mean,I honestly don't know what the hell I did.All I know is I'm pissed as hell.Now I look back at my friendship with him and see all the secrets I trusted him with.All the times I stood up for him when people talked about him while he wasn't around.I don't feel bad...no...I'M NEVER GOING TO FEEL BAD FOR THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH EVER AGAIN!Yea,it kinda hurts.But it's because I hurt a person.Not because I hurt him.I don't even know what I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-111629031395989554?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/111629031395989554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=111629031395989554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111629031395989554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111629031395989554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-tired-of-peoples-shit.html' title='I&apos;m tired of people&apos;s shit!'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754889.post-111557531971642654</id><published>2005-05-08T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:39:57.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn crap about me</title><content type='html'>1.Name: Neb Tanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Nick Name: Nebbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Middle Name: L :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Hair Color: Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Eye Color: Blue/Gray/Green(they change color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Height: About 5'5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Location: The hick infested state of North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Birthday: April 27,1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Zodiac: Taurus in the year of the Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o.Status: Taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Animal/s: Ravens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sport/s: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Color/s: Black,gray,and purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Song/s: too many to name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Band/Singer/s: see above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Scent/Perfume(s): Coffee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Movie/s: Underworld,The Crow,NBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o.Holiday Season: Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Season/s: Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Element: Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Book/s: Can't think of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Do you wear makeup?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Do you trim your eyebrows?: when they need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you look for personality or looks in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy?: Personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Perfect guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="My Stephen" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/smallerpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How many rings before you answer the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone? : however long it takes for the caller ID to show up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Future Career plans: Writer,Artist,Computer graphics designer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you sleep with stuffies?: I hug pillows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you want kids?:  Yes&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you popular?: No,people think I'm "wierd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you handsome?: umm...no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have your own phone line?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you get along with your family?: Well,I get along well with my mom.But my dad's an ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Do you have any piercing?: only my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like giving hugs?: Not really.Depends on who it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Do you take walks in the rain?: I like rainy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Which Malls do you frequent?: Eastridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you go on stage? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Favourite Drink: Sweet Tea and COFFEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Do You Smoke?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Do you do drugs?: No(suprisingly.lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Do you Eat meat?:Umm...yes....I did not climb to the top of the food chain to eat a frikin' carrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.What's your favorite Date: October 31st&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you had Sex before?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you eat sushi?: I've had it once or twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you Bake?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Hot or Cold?: Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Lace or Satin?: Satin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Blue or Red?: Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.New or Old?: Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Rain or Snow?: Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Wool or Cotton?: Cotton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Roses or Daisies?: Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Private school or public school?: Public&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.Plain milk or chocolate milk?: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.Celsius or Fahrenheit?: Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Spring or Fall?: Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Math or Art?: ART!(sevas tra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.One pillow or two?: One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Dogs or Cats?: Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.Adidas or Nike?: I prefer boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.Coke or Pepsi?: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.Oranges or Apples?: Oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.Deaf or Blind?: Blind,because I could still listen to mucic and live in my own little world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.Pool or hot tub?: pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.Blonde or Brunette?: Brunnette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7o.Guys or Girls?: Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Tall or short?: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.TV or Radio?: Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.Homosexuality?: I couldn't care less on the sexual orientation of a person is.As long as they're nice to me I'm ok.And if it's a lesbian she doesn't hit on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.Brand names: What's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.Abortion: No Comment.I'm both pro life and pro-choice at some point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.Religion: Agnostic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.Animal Rights: umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.Love at first sight: Can happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.God: I don't paricuarly believe in him.But here is somthing out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.Aliens: of course they exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Horoscopes: some are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.Heaven: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.Hell: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.Reincarnation: True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.Transvestites: These questions are getting stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.Boy Bands: umm...I don't like um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.Genres: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.80's music: I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.Punk Rock: Don't listen to it much anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.Whats the sexiest instrument/s?: Bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Whats the prettiest part of the body?: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Biggest fault: I'm too frikin' Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.Biggest fear: Having to watch the people that I love die and I can't do anything to save them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.Do you live in the moment?: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.Do you care about looks? No (only mine.I look terrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.Do you like your handwriting? Sometimes it's cool,other times it's terrible&lt;br /&gt;97.Biggest Worries: I try not to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.Looking forward to: My wedding day ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.Favorite weather: Thunderstorms (even though thunder sometimes scares me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.Do you ever wish you were somebody else?: Yea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754889-111557531971642654?l=nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/feeds/111557531971642654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754889&amp;postID=111557531971642654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111557531971642654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754889/posts/default/111557531971642654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebsdie-ary.blogspot.com/2005/05/learn-crap-about-me.html' title='Learn crap about me'/><author><name>Neb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03804626116429621309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v150/Suteneko/Aug01118.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
