<?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-1252943969379999377</id><updated>2011-06-12T04:59:05.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all tomorrow's parties</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthesaponaceous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1252943969379999377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthesaponaceous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarah,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570143799529783516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4QUsD_hQWzs/R9Oy4srRHxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nprrAMNuDVo/S220/miss+vanity.+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1252943969379999377.post-4852759839292628800</id><published>2008-04-01T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:50:37.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pessimistic sense of inadequacy and a despondent lack of activity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUsD_hQWzs/R_IdN-dNj3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ArrtzGtkPcU/s1600-h/IMG_1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUsD_hQWzs/R_IdN-dNj3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ArrtzGtkPcU/s320/IMG_1920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184238246997888882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUsD_hQWzs/R_Ibb-dNj2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1N18X-TxNBg/s1600-h/assorted+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUsD_hQWzs/R_Ibb-dNj2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1N18X-TxNBg/s320/assorted+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184236288492801890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(top) so that is me and my sister,jess, in sydney.&lt;br /&gt;often i think of when we went to sydney, i don't know why but i was really happy when we were there, not so much in that picture as a wriggly two year old was in the bed keeping us awake, but it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;the second photo, is of me , sam and louise.&lt;br /&gt;at first we wouldn't let louise in the the photo's ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was funny. we like to bully her.&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's my entire family, who i love very much, and better yet, i like them.&lt;br /&gt;except louise.&lt;br /&gt;no im joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1252943969379999377-4852759839292628800?l=sarahthesaponaceous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthesaponaceous.blogspot.com/feeds/4852759839292628800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1252943969379999377&amp;postID=4852759839292628800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1252943969379999377.post-4574623613358354870</id><published>2008-03-25T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T05:32:59.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so now i'm engaged to smile.</title><content type='html'>brilliant angsty title captured you attention didn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here we are on a tuesday night, i am missing ncis and i care deeply but it's too late  now.&lt;br /&gt;mozilla keeps going on about me and my lack of capitals, but i find it soothing.&lt;br /&gt;now this here sounds like the start of a blog that might actually be about something, and oh heavens, it might be helpful and you might get something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;you won't, except perhaps what i'm thinking for the next five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;this evening i am ill inclined to write about myself , but ultimately i'll bring it back there, after all i'm incredibly important.&lt;br /&gt;( side note : i really wish people would talk like chracters in books do. )&lt;br /&gt;for lack of a better topic i'll talk about whatever i want to.&lt;br /&gt; oh i know, IRL (that's in real life for all you people who actually have a life ) fights.&lt;br /&gt;people oft try to tiff with me in person, or in general, and at home i'll argue with my parents and such, to no avail .&lt;br /&gt;but really, ok think about it, say for instance at school ( yeah fine i'm talking about a particular situation, but only the idea of it )&lt;br /&gt;someone and myself start 'fighting', neither of us is suddenly going to be like, oh my goodness you know what, you're right, it's totally cool now.&lt;br /&gt;no, people will just dredge up everything you've ever done that's annoyed or upset them in the slightest, in the vain hope that this will convince you that you are at fault.&lt;br /&gt;with both parties doing this, to oblivious to the futility of such an exercise it gets angrier and more crap is pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;it's for these reasons i just say 'ok,' or something equally as aggravating, and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i'd like to inform the people ( all two of you ) that i'm incredibly stupid, and cause ill effects wherever i go. im not even joking.&lt;br /&gt;wow i'm a giant load of feeling sorry for myself, but i'm not actually like that as a person, i'm more like this&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's me..&lt;br /&gt;until the next pointless time..over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1252943969379999377-4574623613358354870?l=sarahthesaponaceous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthesaponaceous.blogspot.com/feeds/4574623613358354870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4QUsD_hQWzs/R9Oy4srRHxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/nprrAMNuDVo/S220/miss+vanity.+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1252943969379999377.post-7833386199709574290</id><published>2008-03-09T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:39:06.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled - wow i'm like a simple plan song.</title><content type='html'>before i begin, this is in no way a blog just to tell you about how someone said i was good looking, it's all opinion anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the other day i was talking to someone about something, the mystery is drawing you in isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember what about and such, and it matter little who it was, but he said to me :&lt;br /&gt;"yeah but you're good looking and can talk to everyone.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well when i get home my make up comes off and there's no one to talk to in my room.&lt;div 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