<?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-8533750171403671907</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:37:11.708-04:00</updated><category term='New'/><title type='text'>Just Live</title><subtitle type='html'>The Misadventures of the Mad Cat</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.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-8533750171403671907.post-6462933503587945410</id><published>2010-04-06T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:03:39.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A jumble of everything in one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, Soul Sister - Train&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You gave my life direction, a game show love connection we can't deny...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I should be writing my English Mini Essay right now but I don't want to. I've sort of been looking through people's blogs and realizing that they talk about their stances on issues and everyone loves them. That got me to thinking: is that why no one seems to care for my blog? And then I remembered: Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; care if people care about my blog? I made this just so I could vent whenever I felt like it. No one needs to see this, no one needs to care. I'm not going to bother telling people what i think about abortion. If you want to know, ask me. If you want to know what I think about something, ask me because you'll get a more concise answer than anything I can ever say online.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway. The real reason I started typing this entry was because I was listening to Your Evil Soul by The Spill Canvas. I don't really like the song, and it's one of the only songs by them I can't stand. One of the lines goes like this:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you never meant to do everything you put me through. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's okay, I forgive you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just know that when you see me cringe sometimes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to rid the poison from my mind.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remembered two guys in my life who fit this section of the song, and I realized that I never really forgave them even though I was over their douchebaggery. So I put it as my status on Facebook and decided that was enough for me to stop remembering that I wasted so much time moping over them. I really was a little dipshit just two years ago. I feel like I may have honestly grown up over time and though I'm still a virgin who hasn't even had a boyfriend yet, I feel like I'm more mature than those who have because I have morals and respect for myself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to write that essay. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nat, out. &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533750171403671907-6462933503587945410?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/6462933503587945410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2010/04/jumble-of-everything-in-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/6462933503587945410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/6462933503587945410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2010/04/jumble-of-everything-in-one.html' title='A jumble of everything in one'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-7296976862123982865</id><published>2010-01-06T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:42:04.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February Chills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Clear it Up - konkreteWATERMELON&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why, but I saw something strange and different in your eyes, didn't know what I wanted to find...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have band practice tomorrow and I'm kind of excited. Letiecq wants us to play lots more gigs this year centered around Arlene's Grocery, so we don't have too much time until the next one... Ezair and I managed to work one of our already written songs into a song about New York, which is the theme this year for Battle of the Bands! There will be a music video coming soon (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I really want to play Desolation Row by Bob Dylan/My Chemical Romance as well as Burnin' for You and Audrey, Start the Revolution. We're going to rock this year so hard you won't even know what's happened.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, out &gt;:3&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/8533750171403671907-7296976862123982865?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/7296976862123982865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2010/01/february-chills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/7296976862123982865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/7296976862123982865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2010/01/february-chills.html' title='February Chills'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-6023315100469707982</id><published>2010-01-02T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:43:19.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Czarne Oczy - Harcerskie Piosenki&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wszystko te czarne oczy, gdybym ja je miał, za te czarne cudne oczęta serce dusze bym dał...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I had the hugest epiphany not ten minutes ago.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All this time I was looking for love and trying to satisfy myself with what was around me. I knew that wasn't any good for me, but I still tried. And against the advice of James, Harris, Alaina and Kostya, I persisted which only shoved me further and further away from my goals. It took the one guy I wasn't searching for to show me that not all men are swine and will tear me down and that there are indeed guys worth my time. I just need to stop looking and let them come to me. I'm sorry I didn't understand this before and I owe the five people mentioned in this blog post so much.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, Out &gt;:3&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/8533750171403671907-6023315100469707982?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/6023315100469707982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2010/01/epiphany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/6023315100469707982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/6023315100469707982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2010/01/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-3439710989454853314</id><published>2009-12-31T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:16:00.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zimowisko 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/SzzqEal9wQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7ySHLW-LC2o/s1600-h/17553_262562242872_519082872_4437157_3116067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421465413026169090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/SzzqEal9wQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7ySHLW-LC2o/s320/17553_262562242872_519082872_4437157_3116067_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bieszczadzki Trakt - Harcerstwo &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dorzuc do ognia drzew, w gore niech plynie spiew, wiatr poniesie go wilgotny swiat. Kazdy z nas o tym wie, znowu spotkamy sie... A polaczy nas bieszczadzki trakt...  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I came back from Zimowisko last night, which is a 3-4 day winter camp that Polish Scouts (Harcerki and Harcerze) go on. It touched me in a way no other Harcerstwo related thing has before, which is kind of stunning. When you're freezing your butt off in a cabin with eight other people, it really brings you all together. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I made so many new friends in the past four days and they will defiantely last a lifetime. During the last little traditional ognisko (though it was only a bunch of candles in a circle because it was too cold outside), Patrick Struszczyk got up and said that we really have so many more doors open to us than most people we know. When you ask your friends where they have friends, they'll say somethign along the lines of their neighborhood or school. When you ask us in harcerstwo where our friends are, we can tell you that they're all over the world and scattered around the United States. When you ask your friends what they did for Winter Break, Memorial Break or even over the summer, chances are most of them will say they stayed at home or watched tv or something. When you ask us, we say we went camping out in the woods because we wanted to. We hung out with friends we don't see every day because we're like one big happy family. W&lt;em&gt;szyscy w harcerstwie to jedna rodzina. Starszy czy mlodszy, chlopak czy dziewczyna.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I really found myself in the past four days. I now realize how much potential I have and that I can do great things for myself if I really put my mind to it. I also realize that the smallest thing can bring so many people together. This was the perfect way to spend the last four days of the year, and even though we were freezing in 0 degree weather, we still survived and had enough fun to tell stories until the next camping trip. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Patryk Gryczka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Patryk Struszczyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Michelle Gardyasz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kasia Kanczewska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kasia Pogorzelska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Michal Kotapka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Robert Zawol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ola Furtak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Justyna Kanczewska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ariel Furtak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jeremy Struszczyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lukasz Struszczyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;CZUWAJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, Out &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533750171403671907-3439710989454853314?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/3439710989454853314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/zimowisko-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/3439710989454853314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/3439710989454853314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/zimowisko-2009.html' title='Zimowisko 2009'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/SzzqEal9wQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7ySHLW-LC2o/s72-c/17553_262562242872_519082872_4437157_3116067_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-1629123536664052749</id><published>2009-12-25T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:23:55.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All My Loving - The Beatles&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you, remember I'll always be true...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all my avid readers that celebrate it, and happy 10-days-off for everyone else. I was at Pasterka, which is a traditional Polish midnight mass where we celebrate Jesus' birth. It was pretty amazing because 1. I'm very into my culture and 2. It's always fun to actually care about something once a year. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Apart from that, I went to my aunt's for Wieczor Wigilijny, which is where we eat our Christmas dinner on the 24th. It's nice to be around family at special times of the year. And I think this was the first time my Wigilia turned out well, which gives me high hopes for 2010 because whatever happens on Wigilia reflects the new year.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I also have my faith renewed in Christmas Miracles :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Holidays. Nat, Out &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533750171403671907-1629123536664052749?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/1629123536664052749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/1629123536664052749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/1629123536664052749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-7742402011486477886</id><published>2009-12-12T19:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:21:49.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beacon Fundraiser 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebel, Rebel - David Bowie &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebel, rebel, you tore your dress, rebe;, rebel your face is a mess, rebel, rebel how could they know? HOT TRAMP, iloveyouso. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The fundraiser at my school last night was AMAZING. I can't even begin to explain the amount of love I have for the music program at my school. There's something about it that makes everyone love each other and support each other so much that most boundaries are eliminated. I made so many friends through that program and every time there's an event I bond with someone else. I don't know what it is, but Beacon Music helps you live better in every way. Whether it's a fundraiser to start off the year or Battle of the Bands to end one, I find myself feeling so much better about life and everything around me that it makes me so much healthier mentally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really. I love you guys so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nate Bondy's Band (The Monday Band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sean Grissom's Band (The Thursday Band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ognista Kapusta (SO MUCH LOVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gabe Cummins' Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gabe Luce's Band (Vocal Ensemble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Burnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nate Taylor's Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gian's Band (The Phunk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Jazz Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Letiecq's Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;JACKWAXMAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/8533750171403671907-7742402011486477886?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/7742402011486477886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/beacon-fundraiser-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/7742402011486477886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/7742402011486477886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/beacon-fundraiser-2009.html' title='Beacon Fundraiser 2009'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-8783994928349340378</id><published>2009-12-06T18:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:47:03.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is a Beautiful Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rooftops - Lostprophets &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standin' on the rooftops, everybody scream your HEART OUT! This is all we got now, everybody scream your HEART OUT! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Shameless Advertisement for anyone who cares: There's a fundraiser for the music program at my school from 6-8ish this coming Friday (11.12.09) and there may be an entrance fee :) Live music and food~! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So here's an update on my leg. I went to the ER on wednesday and they told me to immobilize it and put me on crutches, but the orthopedic the next day told me to move it and stretch it because I had a tight IT band. I have lost all faith in doctors. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I'm procrastinating and have been watching Chick Flicks from 12 AM this morning, it's necessary for me to rant about them. I don't care if you hate chick flicks because they give you unrealistic expectations about life. It makes me happy that I can relate to certain characters (Denise Hennessy, &lt;em&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/em&gt;; Jane, &lt;em&gt;27 Dresses &lt;/em&gt;to name a few). I can see myself in their shoes and completely understand their problems because I have them too. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin:&lt;/strong&gt; You'd rather focus on other people's Kodak moments than make memories of your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise:&lt;/strong&gt; Oooh, he's delicious isn't he? I'd serve coffee on that ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you have to be so vulgar about men? Like they're pieces of meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry, John. I forgot you're sensitive about your flat ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John:&lt;/strong&gt; You know, Denise, that's why you're not married. Women act like men. Then they complain men don't want them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, is that why? I thought it was something else. I thought it was because I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women. And let me be clear: After CENTURIES of men looking at my tits instead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the DIVINE RIGHT to stare at a man's backside with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;- P.S. I Love You &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Those are just a few quotes that really hit me and basically represent who I am in cheesy girl movie form... Now if I can just find myself a Kevin I'll be set ;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, I feel like I should start working on my history project... I can't stand when teachers assign journal projects. I don't want to get into the shoes of someone in the 1800's and pretend to be able to write what they thought about certain issues. Sure, I can design the journal but that's not creative enough of a project for me. I need to be able to incorporate art into my projects, even if it's making a decorative border on a posterboard. When teachers assign journal projects, I feel it's because they're too lazy to come up with something cooler. Ms. Fink's newspaper, on the other hand, is a research project I actually like because I care about the book we're reading, whereas I don't give a rat's ass about American History. Grrr... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, Out &gt;:3&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/8533750171403671907-8783994928349340378?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/8783994928349340378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/procrastination-is-beautiful-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/8783994928349340378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/8783994928349340378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/12/procrastination-is-beautiful-thing.html' title='Procrastination is a Beautiful Thing'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-8272284725363411594</id><published>2009-11-30T19:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:46:47.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost December...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sugar, We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So it's almost December, as my clever title says. I feel like the first few school months go by so quickly and everything slows down right around Winter Break. Here I am, trying to figure out where the Summer went when Christmas is just around the corner. I've also realized that I don't have time for daily updates, therefore this blog will only be used when I'm procrastinating/bored. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I screwed up my knee about 2 months ago, and since it hasn't gotten better I've scheduled an appointment to the orthopedic. According to the nurse who examined me, she said I may have ruptured a tendon or fractured my knee but I want to know what the actual leg specialist says. I really don't wanna get surgery on my leg right before the holidays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really want a dog, so I'm putting links to pictures of ones that suit my family's requirements...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Australian Terrier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Border Terrier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cairn Terrier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;West Highland White Terrier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, Out &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533750171403671907-8272284725363411594?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/8272284725363411594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/almost-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/8272284725363411594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/8272284725363411594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/almost-december.html' title='Almost December...'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-8315440294877770603</id><published>2009-11-13T16:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:45:48.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Life and Mine - Just Surrender&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it's alright, nothing can stop us if it feels right and everything's right just for one night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'll go back to your life and I'll go back to mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I've decided that I'm taking a well deserved break from a major aspect of my (and everybody's) life. Things are happening and I'm not ready to welcome these changes and whatnot. Everyone besides me seems to have all this luck and fate is paving their roads with gold. I'm just wondering when my turn will come. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to be away Saturday and Sunday which will give me some time to get out of New York and have some fun with my other family in ZHP. I just don't want to be left alone with my thoughts. Suffering in silence is not good for me because it just destroys me from the inside. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm feeling so much better about everything that happened today.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harris:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;well i will try my all to never fuck you over in any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i need people like you too. smack me back into reality and also be an awesome friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alaina:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think just go with the flow and stop looking for someone. You're so young, focus on other things before it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;YOU'RE SO MUCH SMARTER THAN ME SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;AT LEAST GUYS CAN RESPECT WHO YOU ARE WITHOUT YOU HAVING TO DRESS LIKE A WHORE TO GET THEIR ATTENTION YOU CAN ENVY ALL THOSE 16-YEAR-OLD WHORES NOW, BUT THEY HAVE AS MUCH PERSONALITY AS A BRICK. IN FIFTEEN YEARS WHEN THEY START DETERIORATING, WHAT'S LEFT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ezair Beausoleil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia Matsu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alaina Halpin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marta Ziolkowska&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karolina DiStasi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Coca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harrison Spelman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garrison Polius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;James McNeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Harris Wagner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, out &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533750171403671907-8315440294877770603?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/8315440294877770603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/8315440294877770603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/8315440294877770603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-break.html' title='Taking a Break'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-3865517041989984905</id><published>2009-11-12T23:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:38:41.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Man In The Mirror - Michael Jackson &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna make a change for once in my life, it's gonna feel real good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gonna make a difference... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been trying to make some serious changes in my life, but unsupportive people and thinking way too much about things keeps me from achieving my goals. I used to believe that if I set my mind on something, I'd end up doing it. As I got older I realized that I need to actually feel comfortable with myself and my goals before attempting to make those changes. I've got the latter down, but not so much the first one. I lie to myself when I say that I'm completely comfortable with who I am because there are so many things that I want to change, physically and emotionally. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I do have faith, however, that things will change and I will bring myself to fall asleep at night and not have heavy thoughts hanging over my head while I'm dreaming things too abstract to remember when I wake. The irony in this is that as much as I believe that one day I'll get all my plans taken care of, I don't knwo how to go about it and that's what's making me so self-conscious about everything... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Obama may have said "YES WE CAN," but that doesn't really make me feel any more comfortable.&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/8533750171403671907-3865517041989984905?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/3865517041989984905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/3865517041989984905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/3865517041989984905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-3534198646366549100</id><published>2009-11-11T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:36:10.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Harris (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;There Is No Mathematics to Love and Loss - Anberlin &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever heard a word? Hear me out this time... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today was my friend's birthday. For the past two weeks we'd been planning the most epic surprise party for him and he was completely clueless until he walked in through the door. I'm really happy with how everything turned out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We spent about three hours sitting around in his living room and having fun. Those are the kind of parties I want to spend time at. Ones where everyone is sober and doesn't need alcohol to rub up against someone else shamelessly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOVEBEACON&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Harris Wagner (Birthday Boy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natalia Popko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shaquille Nelson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James A. McNeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Garrison Polius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luis Gonzalez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lucio Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Phil Soto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tom Mlodozeniec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Demi Diaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adrianny Baez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camilla Tecsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clara Duerr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, Out &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533750171403671907-3534198646366549100?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/3534198646366549100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-harris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/3534198646366549100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/3534198646366549100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-harris.html' title='Happy Birthday Harris (:'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533750171403671907.post-501125211062154693</id><published>2009-11-10T21:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:58:19.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>Hello World</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Audrey, Start The Revolution - Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If this isn't love, then this is the closest I've ever been..&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I've completely redone my blog in terms of what it's going to be used for and the persona I have set up for the header and whatnot.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As far as things go, I've retired Flare and brought forth The Mad Cat. I was the Cheshire Cat for Halloween this year and for a few days prior to the holiday, I was working with a character named Nyx Preston who happens to wear a hat with cat ears sewed on to it. So naturally I went home, pulled the ears off of a cat pillow and attached them to a raspberry colored knit hat. And voila... My new alter ego. I'm busy with a story involving her and the apocalypse of the world at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But anyway, I digress. The purpose of this blog is so I can keep a virtual diary/journal and periodically update it so one day I can look back and see how I changed (if at all) and just have a memory of even the smallest details...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;NATALIA IN A NUTSHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fifteen years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I play the guitar and backup sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;konkreteWATERMELON is the greatest band ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a wide taste in music, ranging from old Polish Folk Songs to Rammstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I like to rant. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright... So I guess that's it for now :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nat, Out &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533750171403671907-501125211062154693?l=destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/feeds/501125211062154693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/501125211062154693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533750171403671907/posts/default/501125211062154693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destructionatitsfinest.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-world.html' title='Hello World'/><author><name>The Mad Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09642211374860755739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e9Mc96eg3E/Svnr3gt-kII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nmOcz7PcwWo/s1600-R/15558_198677662872_519082872_3976996_3873150_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
