<?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-7033247063603184441</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:10.804-07:00</updated><category term='alex gaskarth'/><category term='meg and dia'/><category term='rockstar'/><category term='tom oakes'/><category term='first post'/><category term='breathe carolina.'/><category term='cute is what we aim for'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='playaplaya'/><category term='megatom'/><category term='every avenue'/><title type='text'>I love music more than _______ loves _______.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033247063603184441.post-1947164319311273430</id><published>2009-04-20T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:09:47.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude, Meg&amp;amp;Dia are so damn amazing. Liiiike, really. Go buy their album. Get the CD/DVD version because it's awesome like that and Jonathan doesn't get to avoid the camera because he needs to be in it. http://www.meganddia.com/splashv2/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you haven't seen the Black Wedding music video yet: http://www.mtv.com/videos/meg-dia/372955/black-wedding.jhtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SewtK7WkYOI/AAAAAAAAACk/4RDPR8qKlZM/s1600-h/Picture+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SewtK7WkYOI/AAAAAAAAACk/4RDPR8qKlZM/s320/Picture+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326682125026746594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033247063603184441-1947164319311273430?l=stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/1947164319311273430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/04/dude-meg-are-so-damn-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/1947164319311273430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/1947164319311273430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/04/dude-meg-are-so-damn-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SewtK7WkYOI/AAAAAAAAACk/4RDPR8qKlZM/s72-c/Picture+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033247063603184441.post-7955105026746271884</id><published>2009-03-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:14:43.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe carolina.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meg and dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute is what we aim for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='every avenue'/><title type='text'>-__________-</title><content type='html'>To the author project-&lt;br /&gt;you ruin my life. I freaking HATE you. HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Meg&amp;amp;Dia, Every Avenue, Breathe Carolina, and Cute Is What We Aim For:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;you make my life bearable. In fact, you just make my life. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come back! D': bBcause I miss you guys like no other. nojoke. :'[&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan better be right. Pre-summer tour is the way to go, you guys. Because I probably won't get to converse with you like THAT at warped. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo and I have matching bracelets! :D&lt;br /&gt;My (favorite) cousins and I still have sooo much to do at the next concert. &amp;amp;I'm hella looking forward to it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/13 was my first concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/16 was the best night of my life (so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks so bad though. I wish they didn't have to leave so quickly! that was the most fun I've had in a long time, and it was so chill to have a countdown to those days with them. Dx&lt;br /&gt;God, if you're listening, please let me get the sweet hookups and befriend my favorite bands so much as to them actually remembering my name for more than 1 day. Please help with the stage diving next time. I want to crowd surf the right way. Help me out with the rockstar status. AND make sure they drive safe, and not run over a hugeeee piece of styrofoam in the middle of the freeway (that was WAAAAY close).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FCKING LOVE ALL OF THE PEOPLE I HUNG OUT WITH LAST WEEKEND SOOSOSOSOSOO MUCH. I WANT TO CRY RIGHT NOW. this isn't even funny. -_______-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB-FfIDcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CoM0vW-tjNY/s1600-h/P1000518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB-FfIDcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CoM0vW-tjNY/s320/P1000518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314742307642674626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB_SGcnuI/AAAAAAAAACU/AJlt4P26zjQ/s1600-h/P1000555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB_SGcnuI/AAAAAAAAACU/AJlt4P26zjQ/s320/P1000555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314742328208695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB_CwzAJI/AAAAAAAAACM/TZHTNDsvr9s/s1600-h/P1000554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB_CwzAJI/AAAAAAAAACM/TZHTNDsvr9s/s320/P1000554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314742324091355282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB-hAxqOI/AAAAAAAAACE/--uBVUDUmrM/s1600-h/P1000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB-hAxqOI/AAAAAAAAACE/--uBVUDUmrM/s320/P1000521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314742315031570658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB_59zKII/AAAAAAAAACc/HNKHEHQ0TTs/s1600-h/P1000567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB_59zKII/AAAAAAAAACc/HNKHEHQ0TTs/s320/P1000567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314742338909841538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033247063603184441-7955105026746271884?l=stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/7955105026746271884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/7955105026746271884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/7955105026746271884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='-__________-'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/ScHB-FfIDcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CoM0vW-tjNY/s72-c/P1000518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033247063603184441.post-4723915876986387525</id><published>2009-01-10T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:16:18.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Stole My Boyfriend."</title><content type='html'>So we're finally done with the joke we played on Medina.&lt;br /&gt;We basically pretended that Meg thought her her best friend of eleven years was messing aound with her new boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;And no, Meg doesn't really have a boyfriend...lucky you if you are a guy :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we also said that I was there with Emily and this boy o' Megs, and the others walked in when he was getting a book behind her to make it look like he was putting his arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;BAM whole group splits into teams-Megs team, Emily's team, and the neutrals. two days of letting her think about it.&lt;br /&gt;SADLY, NO VIDEO OF THE EPIC-NESS WAS RECORDED. D':&lt;br /&gt;BUT this is how we ended it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg:  "Just because he dumped you to flirt with ME, doesn't mean I actually did, dumbass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah more yelling&lt;br /&gt;Medina tries to get Emily to stop but now has a bruise from Emily's amazingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg:  "TRIXY AND I  SAW YOU WITH HIM WTF."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my turn :D!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie (me):  "what the hell are you talking about?! you guys weren't even there to see the whole thing!"&lt;br /&gt;Meg:  "UGGH. THIS FRIENDSHIP IS A LIE!"&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie (me):  "YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS A LIE?!?!? ....this entire thing, because it was just a prank on Medina."&lt;br /&gt;Medina:  "*confused at first*....biiitches."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033247063603184441-4723915876986387525?l=stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/4723915876986387525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-stole-my-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/4723915876986387525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/4723915876986387525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-stole-my-boyfriend.html' title='&quot;You Stole My Boyfriend.&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033247063603184441.post-1617655304225329130</id><published>2009-01-08T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:30:14.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Crash.</title><content type='html'>I chugged a Monster Java energy drink within a minute after my team told me it was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it was time for the game I wasn't tired at all...but my lungs couldn't catch up with me and needed a sub.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN! we ended up winning the game against Marlbourough and Andrea hits those shots like no other. Kren made a lot of point for us too! I packed a girl who was as tall as Taylor. and I didn't even have to jump that high this time. Olivia was on the bench with me and we were yelling as loud as Izulee...however you spell her name haha. I thought I had a heart attack. Points were back and forth. We were told to just hold the ball for the last 37.6 seconds...but 'Drea made a shot that FOR SURE won the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lucky she did, because if she didn't and we went into over time she wouldn't be at school tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;and now. no crash. I'm too happy to even finish my food.&lt;br /&gt;Being on a team this year made me a better person. It built trust, determination, friendships, strength, skills to balance out my life, muscle, etc. And a TINY bit of more courage...but I still can't start for you guys, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way. Welcome to day 1. [ ;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033247063603184441-1617655304225329130?l=stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/1617655304225329130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/crash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/1617655304225329130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/1617655304225329130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/crash.html' title='Crash.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033247063603184441.post-442239275886760665</id><published>2009-01-07T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:46:52.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:[    &lt;:[      &gt;:[      D:&lt;      Dx     :]      &lt;:]       &gt;:]      &gt;:D     xD</title><content type='html'>My name is Stephanie and I want to tour with Meg&amp;amp;Dia, Sugarcult, Taking Back Sunday, and Jimmy Eat World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Stephanie and I'd like to start a legit band and get signed to a good label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Stephanie and I need to start a band before I do any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Stephanie. I play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is ______. If you want to be known hit me up and lets do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/stephaniefloresca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033247063603184441-442239275886760665?l=stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/442239275886760665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-dx-d-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/442239275886760665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/442239275886760665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-dx-d-xd.html' title=':[    &lt;:[      &gt;:[      D:&lt;      Dx     :]      &lt;:]       &gt;:]      &gt;:D     xD'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033247063603184441.post-4641032794184873253</id><published>2009-01-02T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:47:08.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW song.</title><content type='html'>I'm like a broken yo-yo&lt;br /&gt;I won't come back again&lt;br /&gt;Baby ask me to stay&lt;br /&gt;So i can say&lt;br /&gt;No to your face&lt;br /&gt;I can test your strength&lt;br /&gt;You've always been so delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please, please stay&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees now&lt;br /&gt;What a mistake I've made"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby im sorry&lt;br /&gt;Because it's too late for you now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;one more word before you say goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hope you feel regret&lt;br /&gt;I hope you crawl back to me&lt;br /&gt;so I can turn around and keep on walking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried that guilt&lt;br /&gt;Like weight on shoulders&lt;br /&gt;It was always one or the other&lt;br /&gt;Tear this apart&lt;br /&gt;Gave me a reason to let go&lt;br /&gt;Life takes its toll&lt;br /&gt;And then he replied&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I swear she gets me everytime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And with sad, jealous eyes&lt;br /&gt;He runs back to her.&lt;br /&gt;Even more vulnerable and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me again&lt;br /&gt;(Like you ever did)&lt;br /&gt;Unworthy of a text&lt;br /&gt;Unkept promises&lt;br /&gt;I know that song is not the first time you called me a stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;I wont leave you with anything&lt;br /&gt;A note that you will never read&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be sent out 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lyrics make some sense when you read them without a melody now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033247063603184441-4641032794184873253?l=stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/4641032794184873253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/4641032794184873253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/4641032794184873253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-song.html' title='NEW song.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033247063603184441.post-2599378726074329778</id><published>2008-12-26T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T04:22:27.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alex gaskarth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playaplaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megatom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meg and dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockstar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom oakes'/><title type='text'>First.</title><content type='html'>O0o0o  look who has a blog now.  Apparently,  KarenKey is a trend setter. This is my first post. It's the beginning of what could possibly be my favorite (stuck somewhere between myspace, facebook, youtube, and feartofaith.info) or abandoned and forgotten.  Whenever I'm starting to write a song, you can read the lyrics as soon as they pop into my head...or.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; almost. &lt;/span&gt;I thought I should make one of these to remind myself of where I started and look back at how much I'll &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee121/kurosaki_88/Meg%20and%20Dia/dia25-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 152px;" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee121/kurosaki_88/Meg%20and%20Dia/dia25-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;change one day-because as many of you know, I am quite confused about how I am going to achieve my goal.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've never been so scared in my life than when I think about my future.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://b7.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01415/72/60/1415090627_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 336px;" src="http://b7.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01415/72/60/1415090627_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But don't worry beefs, I've decided to go to college for at least a semester so I can meet 9580945834 cool people and finalize the formation of my soon-to-be Meg&amp;amp;Dia status band. AND BY THE WAY. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;They also have the most playa playa status I have ever heard of. Meg has been with Alex Gaskarth (All Time Low) AND Tom Oakes (The Higher)&lt;/span&gt;!!! AND. She wrote songs with Tom for a side project called "MEGaTOM"-hella cute couple btw. HAHAHA. Basically, they go out with the guys they tour with and then break it off after the tour is over. I don't care what you guys think. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Breaking hearts like that is frikken rockstar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LIVING. MY. DREAM. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.tinypic.com/dnc9hx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 233px;" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/dnc9hx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you say FAVORITES FOREVER?! Anyway. I think I'm done with my first post. I feel like writing a song so I'll probably be back in the next few minutes. HA HA&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7033247063603184441-2599378726074329778?l=stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/feeds/2599378726074329778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2008/12/first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/2599378726074329778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7033247063603184441/posts/default/2599378726074329778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephaniefloresca.blogspot.com/2008/12/first.html' title='First.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11381334477494907939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iHUIgBUatFo/SV3RuwTIuNI/AAAAAAAAABE/LlN2EV_cfAw/S220/justme.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee121/kurosaki_88/Meg%20and%20Dia/th_dia25-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
