<?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-3970170652869924312</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:28:05.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Through My Eyes.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-3682211720309118927</id><published>2011-03-06T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:41:52.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever I see your face, my heart skips a beat.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look at you, something inside me, makes me feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what it is about you that makes me feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;You're simply amazing and incredible, even though you may not think so.&lt;br /&gt;But, to see you with someone else, makes me feel like I don't even exist to you.&lt;br /&gt;You drive me crazy, but in a good way. &lt;br /&gt;You honestly, have no idea how happy you make me each and everyday, and I don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to push this 'too far' by saying I want to to be with you just cause,&lt;br /&gt;but all I'm asking for is just a chance. &lt;br /&gt;A chance for me to show you who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you'll realize in your lifetime how good we could be together, but it's okay,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;cause a girl can dream, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-3682211720309118927?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/3682211720309118927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/03/whenever-i-see-your-face-my-heart-skips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/3682211720309118927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/3682211720309118927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/03/whenever-i-see-your-face-my-heart-skips.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-2711899157155569304</id><published>2011-03-06T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:26:22.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Maybe we're friends. Maybe we're more. Maybe it's just my imagination."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-2711899157155569304?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/2711899157155569304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-were-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/2711899157155569304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/2711899157155569304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/03/maybe-were-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-1613640041625652183</id><published>2011-03-06T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:00:15.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first post in march! &lt;br /&gt;Mann, it's hard to keep up with one of these blogs. Anyway. These past few weeks have been pretty descent. All of the drama I've been putting up with is finally over, thank goodness. I no longer have to deal with fights and arguments. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weekend is over with, tomorrow is Monday.. ew. Monday's to me are almost like the day you have a hangover, haha. Oh well. On a serious note, I get to see my crush. It's almost like I fall head over heels for him, more and more each day. It's pretty crazy. He's my first actual real crush.&amp;nbsp; I mean sure I had a few little crushes, here and there in Elementary school a few years ago, but that was different. This is real. This is high school. The place that prepares you for the future, and 'real world'. My close friends, don't even realize how much I like him. This isn't a crush anymore, it's turning into something more, bigger than a crush. Ugh. I really need to talk to him more, and somehow make him realize that I can be fun to be around. I don't know how I'm going to manage that, but I have my ways. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-1613640041625652183?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/1613640041625652183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-this-is-my-first-post-in-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/1613640041625652183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/1613640041625652183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/03/well-this-is-my-first-post-in-march.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-5206759010136133527</id><published>2011-02-24T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:27:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. I'm really trying to keep up with this blog site, but this week I've been kind of busy. So far this week has been descent. Not good, not bad. Just descent. I got all of this drama, that has been going on for months, finally cleared up. Thank goodness. I finally decided to be the smarter person, and talk to the people I strongly disliked, and just said I'm done with everything. We're not friends, but at the same time not enemies. Just frenemies. I don't really care anymore. I'm honestly just glad it's just over and done with. Other then that, for the weekend I'm at a hotel, and gonna have friends over for a night or two, we're having a party of our own? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Hm, other than that, tomorrow might be a snow day. Hopefully it is. Gah, it's 2:30AM, I have no clue what I'm still doing up. I'mma hit the sheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-5206759010136133527?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/5206759010136133527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/5206759010136133527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/5206759010136133527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-6731897481978574192</id><published>2011-02-22T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:46:00.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long weekend is over. Today was back to school, and I have to admit, it was a pretty good day, and I loved it. It wasn't too dramatic as other days, and it wasn't too boring. It was chill. Today was the day I've finally realized something.. I once again, like the guy I had a crush on from the beginning of the school year. Yep, I still like him. In the beginning of the school year, I had the most biggest crush on this guy. I thought he was the cutest thing ever, and I still do to this day. I was always nervous to talk to him, and way to shy. Whenever I looked at him, or even just get the slightest glimpse of him, I got butterflies, so I never really talked to him. Now this year, this new semester, that all changed. I have a class with him, and now we're actually talking, which I find extremely incredible. I'm actually glad that we do too. Today in class, we were doing ratios, and fractions, he asked to borrow my friends work, and she was joking with him and said, 'no', and he kept begging. Then, I eventually gave him mine to copy off of. He replied with a 'Thank you', and then turned to my friend and said, 'At least someone has a heart.' I laughed. But, on the inside, I got butterflies once again, and blushed on the outside. I felt as if my heart melted. This guy, is my actual first, real crush. It's amazing. I honestly don't care what people think about him. To some, he may not be the 'hottest guy ever', but to me he's one hell of a cutie. Besides, looks aren't everything. His personality is pretty great. His smile, his sense of humor, everything. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is his birthday. I'm obviously, and definitely going to wish him a happy one. I'm also hopping I get to talk to a little more.. Ahh, who am I kidding? I'm hoping I talk to him a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should get to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow is a good day! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-6731897481978574192?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/6731897481978574192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-weekend-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/6731897481978574192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/6731897481978574192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-weekend-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-8471694599168988688</id><published>2011-02-18T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:01:28.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Which is worse, failing or never trying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-8471694599168988688?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/8471694599168988688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/which-is-worse-failing-or-never-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/8471694599168988688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/8471694599168988688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/which-is-worse-failing-or-never-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-6796708308172535189</id><published>2011-02-18T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T12:40:59.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this last week has been very stressful, but it's not the first time either. For the last 1/2 months or so, I've been having to deal with nothing but drama. My best friend, and another person who I strongly dislike, got into a fight at school over something super pathetic, but mostly for no reason. &lt;br /&gt;And it's all because, of one stupid bitch, but that's another story. I'm starting to really hate my school, mainly because people do not know how to keep their mouth shut. You basically have 3 types of bitches at my school. You have ' The Backstabbing Bitches', 'The Lying Bitches' and oh, my personal favorite, 'The Bitches-Who-Talk-Shit-Behind-Your-Back-But-Are-Always-Nice To-Your Face". Because of all of these people, it's making me want to switch schools, but the thing is, if I do switch schools, my mom will make me move to a different city, because my step-dad lives there, which I don't want to do, at all. So, I'm gonna have no choice but to stay where I am. I guess I'll just have to put up with it. &lt;br /&gt;On a different note, it's Friday, which means it's the weekend. Long weekend to be exact, and I'm going to Toronto, to do some shopping and visit my step-dad. I still haven't started packing yet either. &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to get to it right now. Laterrrrr.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-6796708308172535189?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/6796708308172535189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-this-last-week-has-been-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/6796708308172535189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/6796708308172535189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-this-last-week-has-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970170652869924312.post-8821832915823229897</id><published>2011-02-15T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:50:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my new blog. I decided to start one, because I wanted to share my everyday life, publicly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love to write a lot, it's a great way to tangle words with human emotions. ;) &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and write a post everyday, I most likely will anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out my about me over there -&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;and read a little bit about myself. Thanks. :) &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970170652869924312-8821832915823229897?l=lostincitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/8821832915823229897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/8821832915823229897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970170652869924312/posts/default/8821832915823229897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostincitylights.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01827581825170890557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-JCMxb3es/TXRK_vZYOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/fVWpjxI01iU/s220/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-05%2Bat%2B12.39.54%2BAM.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
