<?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-13577114</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:19.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock music and youth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577114.post-112829826626576977</id><published>2005-10-02T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:11:06.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why don't anyone get it?</title><content type='html'>they act like they don't know, but they do..&lt;br /&gt;forget the date, forget the name.. Why did you have to go, life was just getting started.. why did it happen?&lt;br /&gt;I don't get this world, there is no point, I'm so tired..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be left alone, no people, no feelings, no sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;your grave just lies there, I can believe you are underneath it.. trying to remember I hear you laughter in my head.. and my friend's voice when he called and said you were dead.. why??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-112829826626576977?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/112829826626576977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=112829826626576977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112829826626576977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112829826626576977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-dont-anyone-get-it.html' title='why don&apos;t anyone get it?'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-112361551771213941</id><published>2005-08-09T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:25:17.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funeral</title><content type='html'>never thought I would have to go to one of my best friends' funeral at the age of 18.. it was terribel&lt;br /&gt;fuck god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-112361551771213941?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/112361551771213941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=112361551771213941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112361551771213941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112361551771213941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/08/funeral.html' title='funeral'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-112311421526731817</id><published>2005-08-03T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:10:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We will always love you Jacob</title><content type='html'>On august 2nd my beloved and wonderful friend Jacob died. He had jumped from a little bridge to swim, hit his head and died 5 hours later..&lt;br /&gt;He had turned 18 9 days before that, and he had gotten his first tattoo, at last, 5 days before it happend.. I didn't even get a change to see it..&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are happy where you are, and I hope you know that I love you, eventhough I never got the chance to tell it to you.. I didn't realise that I was in a hurry..&lt;br /&gt;Feeling this sorrow in my body and seeing it in our friends' faces, breaks my heart again and again..&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say goodbye.. Wish they would have taken me instead..&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace my beloved friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Nikolai Damgaard Petersen&lt;br /&gt;Born: July 24 th 1987&lt;br /&gt;Died: August 2nd 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-112311421526731817?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/112311421526731817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=112311421526731817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112311421526731817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112311421526731817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-will-always-love-you-jacob.html' title='We will always love you Jacob'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-112198465210300571</id><published>2005-07-21T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T15:24:12.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of hook on this song by acceptance.. I don't know what it is, I just really like it.. especially the piano in the background.. here's the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance, Different&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself, on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;Getting tired, hating all I've known.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on, like it's all I have.&lt;br /&gt;Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;And you, find it hard to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see something that's different,&lt;br /&gt;something you said would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be, anything different,&lt;br /&gt;everything you would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this way, upfront but never true.&lt;br /&gt;God I'm wrong, it's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down, any chance you hear.&lt;br /&gt;Caving in, any chance that you, could see inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to say, It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;So fine, getting in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see something that's different,&lt;br /&gt;something you said would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be, anything different,&lt;br /&gt;everything you would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a chance, this could be different.&lt;br /&gt;This could be all I'm waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a chance, this could be different.&lt;br /&gt;This could be all I'm waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see something that's different,&lt;br /&gt;something you said would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be, anything different&lt;br /&gt;everything you would change in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just check it out, it rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-112198465210300571?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/112198465210300571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=112198465210300571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112198465210300571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112198465210300571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/07/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-112181639940396035</id><published>2005-07-19T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:39:59.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>just came home today..from 10 days in Hungary with my family.. I just feel like shit.. think I've brought a couple of thousand sicknesses with me!&lt;br /&gt;saw L word to day.. that was great, love that show..Shane got beaten up..she's hot..&lt;br /&gt;got hooked on the writer Lorenzo Carcaterra, author of Sleepers, on this holiday... he's amazing.. and if you don't know sleepers you better go get it and read it!!!! the greatest book EVER&lt;br /&gt;I've just bought 4 books on the internet!! Hope I can afford it.. in 8 days I'm going to Paris...That's going to be great, I love paris&lt;br /&gt;If you walk down the streets in Paris a warm summer evening, it's like walking down the street in the 1950'es.. Paris has so much soul..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired, so I'll go..&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-112181639940396035?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/112181639940396035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=112181639940396035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112181639940396035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/112181639940396035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/07/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-111921832937315217</id><published>2005-06-19T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:58:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my head</title><content type='html'>my thought are swimming through my mind&lt;br /&gt;trying to rip me apart&lt;br /&gt;working out just fine&lt;br /&gt;falling apart every day&lt;br /&gt;trying to collect the pieces&lt;br /&gt;but someone keeps walking by&lt;br /&gt;and kicking me in the head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling down&lt;br /&gt;lying on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;trying to get up&lt;br /&gt;but you keep walking on me&lt;br /&gt;trying to scream&lt;br /&gt;but my lungs are full of blood&lt;br /&gt;afraid of you&lt;br /&gt;afraid of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total darkness&lt;br /&gt;quiet, oh so quiet&lt;br /&gt;trying to speak&lt;br /&gt;trying to think&lt;br /&gt;but the darkness surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;threatening to kill me&lt;br /&gt;I wish it would..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is not an alternativ&lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is&lt;br /&gt;can't be worse&lt;br /&gt;therefore it has to be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my watch is ticking&lt;br /&gt;abnormally loud&lt;br /&gt;reminding me of the secound I lose&lt;br /&gt;by sitting here&lt;br /&gt;wishing for death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an evil circle&lt;br /&gt;I can't get out&lt;br /&gt;therefor  I'll go lie down&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;and think of nothing&lt;br /&gt;until the sleep saves me&lt;br /&gt;from myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-111921832937315217?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/111921832937315217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=111921832937315217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111921832937315217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111921832937315217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-head.html' title='my head'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-111913044212686097</id><published>2005-06-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T14:34:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poem</title><content type='html'>locked inside my head&lt;br /&gt;no escape&lt;br /&gt;need you here&lt;br /&gt;"I'll always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;but I have to go"...&lt;br /&gt;Like a knife in my back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-111913044212686097?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/111913044212686097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=111913044212686097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111913044212686097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111913044212686097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/06/poem.html' title='poem'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-111913021581076906</id><published>2005-06-18T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:01:54.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need</title><content type='html'>and then when you need people, they say "all always be there for you" or " I'm right here for you if you need to talk".. but it kind of fucks it all up that their next sentence is "but I have to go, see ya later" fucking shit.. can't they hear the pain in my voice? Or is it just because they don't give a shit??&lt;br /&gt;To busy fucking their boyfriends or girlfriends to pay attention to my scream for help..&lt;br /&gt;If I die, I hope they come to think about how their actions pushed my off the edge..&lt;br /&gt;And now this baptition tomorrow for my cousin.. I have to dress up nicely so that my parents will look good..then I have to sit for like 10 hours pretending that I give a shit about this kid being dipped in water by some guy in a dress who live by a lie of jesus christ my ass..&lt;br /&gt;I have to suck up to the family I don't know, so that everybody will tell my parents what a couple of nice daughters they have.. I fucking hate it..&lt;br /&gt;but I'll go now, before I smash my laptop..&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-111913021581076906?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/111913021581076906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=111913021581076906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111913021581076906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111913021581076906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/06/need.html' title='need'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-111912267449646158</id><published>2005-06-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:24:34.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party</title><content type='html'>yesterday me and my older sister held a party in our garage.. It's was great, I had a great time and got the chance to really talk with one of my good friends.. that was nice, but it was just because I was really drunk..otherwise I would never had told him everything, that's the part that sucks..&lt;br /&gt;But I had a nice time.. Today  I'm just really tired of my mum.. she stresses over anything and she had to give me a hard time about every little thing our friends did last night.. If I don't go insane by living with her and don't know what will happen, really..&lt;br /&gt;But now the summer holiday has really started..and luckilly it's totally  booked, so I wont be home for more than 2 weeks all together.. it's cool..I'm going to paris and hungary + some music festivals&lt;br /&gt;but I'll go I'm watching crazy/beautiful.. take care&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-111912267449646158?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/111912267449646158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=111912267449646158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111912267449646158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111912267449646158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/06/party.html' title='party'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-111876788879136864</id><published>2005-06-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:51:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>My fears and tears are over...&lt;br /&gt;the exams are over, didn't go quite as good as I hoped for, but it doesn't matter.. I'm just glad it's over&lt;br /&gt;Now I've started cleaning my room.. and eventhough I've already spend 5 hours  doing that, it's still a total mess.. the downside of haping a big room...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I ain't doing anything, oh well I have to do a chemistry repport, but other than that, I ain't doin anything, but thursday it all starts.. from thursday and until we start in school again august 10th my schedule is totally booked.. kind of wild, but great too... :)&lt;br /&gt;but I'll go back to the cleaning..&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-111876788879136864?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/111876788879136864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=111876788879136864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111876788879136864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111876788879136864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/06/holiday.html' title='HOLIDAY'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-111849690564746108</id><published>2005-06-11T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T06:35:05.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days</title><content type='html'>in 3 days my summerholiday starts! then my nightmare will be over, and I can start breathing normally again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-111849690564746108?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/111849690564746108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=111849690564746108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111849690564746108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111849690564746108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/06/3-days.html' title='3 days'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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-13577114.post-111844331575567005</id><published>2005-06-10T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:41:55.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting up</title><content type='html'>I wont introduce myself, you can judge me by your own standards, afterall, I'll probably never know what you think of me, and even if I did, what differens does it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first exam in 2nd year of high-school.. It was math and it went ok, not as great as I hoped since I've read 24/7 the past 2 weeks and my great was only one above passed.. but then again,I'm just glad it's over..&lt;br /&gt;Monday it's psysics but right now I can't even think of one more exam.. my brain is melting down under the pressure from alle my stupid expectations..&lt;br /&gt;For some stupid reason I will never be anything else but an average high-school pupil, 18 years old with everything that comes with the territorium...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck is hurting, Limp Bizkit is in my headphones while my thoughts flow away from this place. I have never been more unhappy with my life and my home than I am right now, and what pisses me off the most is that I aint got shit to be unsatisfied with...bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that there isn't an alternativ to life.. seems to me that, now that I have realised that there really isn't a meaning with life I can only think "hmm.... " and go on with my meaningsless existence...!! greeeat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of clorin just touched my nose, bringing me back to the days when I was a swimmer.. the freedom of being under water.. no sounds, no people, nothing..just water.. Now I don't go to the swimming bath, because I wont show myself in a bathing suit...!! what a wonderful world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and my brain is running on overdrive.. I'm lonely in a house full of people.. I'm sad on a happy day.... what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I'll return later to write again.. hope that just one little soul read this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577114-111844331575567005?l=niarfosseddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/feeds/111844331575567005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13577114&amp;postID=111844331575567005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111844331575567005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577114/posts/default/111844331575567005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niarfosseddog.blogspot.com/2005/06/starting-up.html' title='Starting up'/><author><name>Niarfosseddog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16945878858486247371</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></feed>
