<?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-8510097692491244948</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:55:36.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mattspac's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-8510097692491244948.post-6114567435610274800</id><published>2010-06-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:24:20.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know moving away meant you were finally free. free from all the pain that has happened to you here. your father's suicide and your mother running afterwards. i know this sounds selfish but i need you here with me you were the first thing in my life that ever made any sense. i regret never saying that simple three words to you.  i wonder to this day if i said i love if you would have left. those 1,120 miles wont stop me if you ever need me. ill be there even i have to run to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if your reading this i want you to know i &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; love you with everything i can love you with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-6114567435610274800?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/6114567435610274800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-moving-away-meant-you-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/6114567435610274800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/6114567435610274800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-moving-away-meant-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-7252960411091802477</id><published>2010-06-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:24:23.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>around a year ago i talked to someone for like a week and it was the best week ever. i wanna talk to her again couple of you know who she is, hell she might even read this blog.  iono &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i want to be teacher- either dealing with like elementary age kids cause any older and im likely to beat the shit outta of them for smarting of  or mentally handicap children &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-7851433433575870425</id><published>2009-11-26T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:08:24.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy thanksgiving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-7851433433575870425?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/7851433433575870425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/7851433433575870425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/7851433433575870425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-8152336431704067432</id><published>2009-11-15T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:16:48.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>my heart was made for you and only you. you ask how i know this? i only answer with i just do. this blog will make no sense but how is that different from any other time.... when im with you nothing but us has to make sense  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8510097692491244948-8152336431704067432?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/8152336431704067432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8152336431704067432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8152336431704067432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-730405619920997563</id><published>2009-11-06T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:49:15.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting</title><content type='html'>it seems lately that anytime i try to get intersted in a girl something happens. i think i figured out im just destined to be a fuck up  and for the rest of my life. i ruly miss what we had just to talk to you would be cool well the person im refering to prolly wont see this so goodbye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-730405619920997563?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/730405619920997563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/11/sitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/730405619920997563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/730405619920997563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/11/sitting.html' title='sitting'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-1105787505337872770</id><published>2009-10-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:47:08.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;part of me wishes we were still together and another part wishes i never met you cause now i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;CANT &lt;/span&gt;lice without by my side&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/8510097692491244948-1105787505337872770?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/1105787505337872770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1105787505337872770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1105787505337872770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-wish.html' title='my wish'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-820962678782512329</id><published>2009-09-27T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:12:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eh</title><content type='html'>iion what it is we just dont seem  like the family we once was. i love you guys. and rayray put it best staing up until school started was awesome we need to go back to that real soon. thats all i gottta say&lt;33&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-820962678782512329?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/820962678782512329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/820962678782512329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/820962678782512329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh.html' title='eh'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-1039515046418081548</id><published>2009-08-07T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:57:24.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost got arrested&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-1039515046418081548?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/1039515046418081548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-got-arrested.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1039515046418081548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1039515046418081548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-got-arrested.html' title=''/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-8462103708816351113</id><published>2009-08-05T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:52:54.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>im tired of being treated like im the new guy. ive been in the department for 2 years now. and when were all having fun joking around then they pull out the whole im still a rookie i havent earned the right to joke around then they get pissed cause i said i wanna better myself  and futher my career im so close to saying fuck you all and quiting but i wont cause im not gonna let them get the better of me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-8462103708816351113?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/8462103708816351113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-tired-of-being-treated-like-im-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8462103708816351113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8462103708816351113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-tired-of-being-treated-like-im-new.html' title='shit'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-1321231465170237158</id><published>2009-07-30T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:29:03.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.4chan.org/b/res/149479739.html#149483818"&gt;\&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;And if i had something to say to you i'd whisper it softly,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me.&lt;br /&gt;Shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight,&lt;br /&gt;Hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that i've made&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my tongue is tied to tonsles and i need to s#!t and shave&lt;br /&gt;Im a shade to pale for handsome and have habits i can't shake&lt;br /&gt;And if you try to take that from me well i'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainwreck that i am&lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;A trainwreck, that i am&lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;A trainwreck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as long as it's okay with you i think i'll stay right here.&lt;br /&gt;I got no where to go cuz where to go is up to you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Happy as a clam i see the glimmer in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No car and never cared cared because i got no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;But in a room, (a single wall?) i couldn't pay a plant to grow&lt;br /&gt;You can try and make this pretty, pick up all my dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And if you never really get me then i guess you'll never know the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainwreck that i am&lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;A trainwreck that i am&lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;A trainwreck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that iv'e made&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my tongue is tied to tonsles and i need to s#!t and shave&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shade to pale for handsome and have habits i can't shake&lt;br /&gt;And if you try to take that from me well i wouldn't be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainwreck that i am&lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;(colorado sunrise)&lt;br /&gt;A trainwreck &lt;br /&gt;That i am&lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;(colorado sunrise)&lt;br /&gt;Trainwreck.&lt;br /&gt;That i am&lt;br /&gt;(if i had something to say to you i'd whisper it softly)&lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;(kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me)&lt;br /&gt;A trainwreck&lt;br /&gt;That i am&lt;br /&gt;(shiver on your roof see your face lit by starlight) &lt;br /&gt;And i am what i am what i am &lt;br /&gt;(hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise)&lt;br /&gt;A trainwreck.&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/8510097692491244948-1321231465170237158?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/1321231465170237158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1321231465170237158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1321231465170237158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-8265666922046578672</id><published>2009-07-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:18:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;M fire school</title><content type='html'>I went to A&amp;amp;M fire school this past week and i had a blast. but the best night was thursday night when we went to rockwells a local bar and got buzzed and then we got into a fight with a buncha aggie fans. yeah thats my idea of fun beating up aggies like a good longhorn would &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-8265666922046578672?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/8265666922046578672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/fire-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8265666922046578672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8265666922046578672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/fire-school.html' title='A&amp;M fire school'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-8387859283304969788</id><published>2009-07-16T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:14:09.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>i keep bringing it upon myself. my parents are disapointed  in me for who knows what. also i wanted to spend as much time with her as i could this week before she left me for another month and i think that ticked my dad off. but oh well . i wish i had been able to say how i felt. but she seems so happy right now even though she isnt with me and i dont want her to feel what im feeling all i want is her to be happy. i wish i could make more sense when i write these but i write as it pops into my head. i just hope i can be cheered up by sunday. im fighting back the tears right now but i can feel there coming one way or another.  well thats it for now i hope she stays happy thats all i want at this point &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-8387859283304969788?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/8387859283304969788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8387859283304969788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8387859283304969788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-8924196894648094077</id><published>2009-07-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:38:09.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;I love you,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Not only for what you are,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;But for what I am&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;When I am with you.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;I love you,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Not only for what&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;You have made of yourself,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;But for what&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;You are making of me.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;I love you&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;For the part of me&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;That you bring out;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;I love you&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;For putting your hand&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Into my heaped-up heart&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;And passing over&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;All the foolish, weak things&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;That you can’t help&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Dimly seeing there,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;And for drawing out&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Into the light&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;All the beautiful belongings&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;That no one else had looked&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Quite far enough to find.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;I love you because you&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Are helping me to make&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Of the lumber of my life&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Not a tavern&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;But a temple;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Out of the works&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Of my every day&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Not a reproach&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;But a song.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;I love you&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Because you have done&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;More than any creed&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Could have done&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;To make me good&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;And more than any fate&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Could have done&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;To make me happy.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;You have done it&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Without a touch,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Without a word,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Without a sign.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;You have done it&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;By being yourself.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Perhaps that is what&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;Being a friend means,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;After all.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=Roy_Croft&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Roy Croft (page does not exist)" style="background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;R&lt;/a&gt;oy Croft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-8924196894648094077?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/8924196894648094077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8924196894648094077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/8924196894648094077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-7942024741349240422</id><published>2009-07-13T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:04:08.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHITNESS</title><content type='html'>this day started out great i was having fun then my irl friend came over and we did nothing but watch tv and sit on our asses. then i got on the interwebz and it seem like there is a shit storm goin on. illl admit im not perfect but i dont think that details of someones personall life should be made fun of. i have always felt this way even in high school i would never make fun of who someone slept with. i cant belive thats what some people have stooped to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a lil suggesstion and plz dont get mad lets keep the gossip off our twitter and use it what its really for............&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ABSOLUTELY NOTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-7942024741349240422?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/7942024741349240422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/shitness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/7942024741349240422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/7942024741349240422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/shitness.html' title='SHITNESS'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-1341521731142894470</id><published>2009-07-06T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:59:40.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trainwreck</title><content type='html'>ive become a trainwreck teh past couple of days. my life has been in a downward sprial and i cant be happpy. i havent felt right or wanted or enjoyed anything in a long long long timei cant talk to the one i love because she is in the fucking  backwoods of texas. but why would she love me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-1341521731142894470?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/1341521731142894470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/trainwreck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1341521731142894470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1341521731142894470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/trainwreck.html' title='trainwreck'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-1830982701629204292</id><published>2009-07-04T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:49:48.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><content type='html'>i was gonna write this blog on my two choices tell her i love her and see what happens or dont tell her and jsut love from a far well it seems my choice was made for me she sends me txt not 20 mins ago saying she met somebody and she was in love. so for now i will love her from far. i will always love her and yeah this blog wiill now become the place where i will post my love for her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well now i have 2 new choices i will write about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one is weather or not to continue on the path im on and become the best damn firefighter/paramedic in the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do i just give up. in a way me being a firefighter is putting a serious hold on my social life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a couple of weeks ago was the first time in i dont know how long that i actually had fun with friends well iono im done with this blog i keep looking at the top and its making me sick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imma stay on the path of ff/medic because this town deserves a better class of life saver and im gonna give it them. and in regards to the thing on top all i can say is i will always love her but she has been gone a month and what i thought was missing in my life while she was gone. thinking hard about it ive been talking to this girl i work with and since ive been talking to her i havent felt like i was missing anything iono if this makes any sense but she called me cause she read this and said i shouldnt dwell on stufff and i better not quit the fire department on her  i know i ramble a lot but this blog makes sense to me in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-1830982701629204292?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/1830982701629204292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1830982701629204292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1830982701629204292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/done.html' title='done'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-2524512001392732272</id><published>2009-07-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:02:02.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;So here I am with my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And this world I've left for me&lt;br /&gt;Stoic faces when I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And how I once believed&lt;br /&gt;So now you call me, but you know I won't let you through&lt;br /&gt;I've myself to decieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave the memories alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;The way it is, as to how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Leave the memories alone, don't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold you here in my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find me in your garden now&lt;br /&gt;A sad smile for the scene&lt;br /&gt;And all the flowers that we planted now&lt;br /&gt;Taken by the weeds&lt;br /&gt;But in my minds eye, you know they still bloom for me&lt;br /&gt;They stand tall there, in that summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the memories alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;The way it is, as to how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Leave the memories alone, don't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll just hold you here in my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my memory, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave the memories alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;The way it is, as to how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Leave the memories alone, don't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold you in my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change&lt;br /&gt;You will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-2524512001392732272?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/2524512001392732272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/2524512001392732272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/2524512001392732272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-i.html' title='yeah i'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-6311396921380700143</id><published>2009-06-22T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:37:47.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I go on each day as if nothing bad has ever happened to us. we havent ever faught but thats all we ever did i have a better life now please let me live it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-6311396921380700143?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/6311396921380700143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-go-on-each-day-as-if-nothing-bad-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/6311396921380700143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/6311396921380700143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-go-on-each-day-as-if-nothing-bad-has.html' title=''/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-4555712640736517056</id><published>2009-06-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:35:09.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad person</title><content type='html'>im tired of feeling like a bad person cause i dont wanna do something. god dammit i just got home just like you why would i wanna go out and buy you food when your fatass coulda bought it your fucking self. and why in the fuck are you giving me such a hard fucking time about going to A&amp;amp;M for week  long fire school. your fatass wont get up to go on calls in the middle of the night you dont deserve to go. im really about to lose it. thank god i have friends that'll listen to me and that watch out for me and are more of a family then your are. im done rambling now FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it just pisses me off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-4555712640736517056?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/4555712640736517056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/4555712640736517056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/4555712640736517056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-person.html' title='Bad person'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-1426536717660175817</id><published>2009-06-17T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:45:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love how one min my ipod plays framing henley then go to rascal flats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-1426536717660175817?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/1426536717660175817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-how-one-min-my-ipod-plays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1426536717660175817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1426536717660175817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-how-one-min-my-ipod-plays.html' title=''/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-1372388236442194574</id><published>2009-06-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:14:07.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life truth</title><content type='html'>i have come to the conclussion that my irl friends are dumbasses and that i cant stand to be around them. my internet friends  are different i can tell yous guys anything and i love yall for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-1372388236442194574?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/1372388236442194574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1372388236442194574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/1372388236442194574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-truth.html' title='life truth'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-3758175305350265165</id><published>2009-06-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:42:52.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For her</title><content type='html'>i have not slept right since the 7th of june nor jave i been as happy as i have been lately. yes weve talked but its not the same i need you here with me. i have seen a change in myself since we met and started hanging out more and more ive become a happier person and its because of you. i also belived i passed school this semester because of you. i know you will prolly never read this but i needed to say this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you &lt;/span&gt;and i think you love me too. now im just rambling and when i do that i usally grt a fire call which is another thing i love about you. you dont care if i talk about calls to you when i am having a hard time with a call, which is usaully when the patient dies you are there to comfort me and make sure im ok. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-3063931814614332748</id><published>2009-06-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:33:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no 2 of the night</title><content type='html'>I  have passed my emt-basic..........finally. This being the second time ive taken the class. Now im moving on to paramedic in the fall and i couldnt be any more afraid. Afraid of failing and dissapointing my family, friends, teachers, and most of all myself. But when I am basically playing parent to the people i live with its kinda hard to focus on anything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am making this my offical decloration of intent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I INTEND TO MAKE SURE THAT I DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO PASS EVEN IF IT MEANS CUTTING OF TIES WITH MY WHOLE FAMILY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-3063931814614332748?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/3063931814614332748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-2-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/3063931814614332748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/3063931814614332748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-2-of-night.html' title='no 2 of the night'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510097692491244948.post-4901634997063644972</id><published>2009-06-15T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:53:46.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT</title><content type='html'>well shit i guess i need on of these as im writting this im watching wanted its bad ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8510097692491244948-4901634997063644972?l=mattspac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/feeds/4901634997063644972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/4901634997063644972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8510097692491244948/posts/default/4901634997063644972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattspac.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit.html' title='SHIT'/><author><name>mattspac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10138345849748239727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
