﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>theatrechic184's Xanga</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from theatrechic184</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Monday, May 05, 2008</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/655447095/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/655447095/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 01:50:07 GMT</pubDate><description>if heaven knew the reason&lt;br&gt;that I'm in the state I'm in&lt;br&gt;angels would come calling &lt;br&gt;just to bring you back home again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if I could tell them why&lt;br&gt;I feel the way I do&lt;br&gt;they would come running &lt;br&gt;just to bring my heart &lt;br&gt;back to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but I can't go on pretending&lt;br&gt;that they'll be a happy ending&lt;br&gt;and I still want you for my life&lt;br&gt;but I know it isn't right&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and all of the stars in heaven&lt;br&gt;I saw yours shining bright&lt;br&gt;and of all my heart's desires&lt;br&gt;I wished for your love tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;just trying to find a reason&lt;br&gt;how I could lose a love so true&lt;br&gt;just trying to find &lt;br&gt;what happened&lt;br&gt;to the best thing I ever knew&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if I could find a way&lt;br&gt;you know I'd make it all up to&lt;br&gt;cause taking you for granted &lt;br&gt;is the last thing I wanted to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but I can't go on pretending&lt;br&gt;that they'll be a happy ending&lt;br&gt;and I still want you for my life&lt;br&gt;but I know it isn't right&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and all of the stars in heaven&lt;br&gt;I saw yours shining bright&lt;br&gt;and of all my heart's desires&lt;br&gt;I wished for your love tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and all of the stars in heaven&lt;br&gt;I saw yours shining bright&lt;br&gt;and of all my heart's desires&lt;br&gt;I wished for your love tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...is this what happens when you've finally grown apart? or is it because i've lost myself? fuck.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/655447095/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, March 28, 2008</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/649390012/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/649390012/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 21:47:08 GMT</pubDate><description>i have never felt so alone and self loathing. &lt;br&gt;and trapped. &lt;br&gt;and i want you to come here and hold me. and make it go away. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/649390012/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, February 02, 2008</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/640614733/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/640614733/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 20:27:35 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i want life to consist of waffles and coffee and crying and conversation. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i want to be loved. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/640614733/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, December 18, 2007</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/632933149/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/632933149/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 17:50:57 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;j'ai raison. mais, j'ai deja su ça. tu ne pourrais&amp;nbsp;pas changer. &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/632933149/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 09, 2007</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/631290100/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/631290100/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 05:35:16 GMT</pubDate><description>rushing and racing and running in circles&lt;BR&gt;moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose&lt;BR&gt;blur of the traffic is sending me spinning&lt;BR&gt;getting nowhere&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;my head and my heart are colliding chaotic&lt;BR&gt;pace of the world I just wish I could stop it&lt;BR&gt;Try to appear like I've got it together&lt;BR&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;save me&lt;BR&gt;somebody take my hand and lead me&lt;BR&gt;slow me down&lt;BR&gt;don't let love pass me by&lt;BR&gt;just show me how&lt;BR&gt;cause I'm ready to fall&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;slow me down&lt;BR&gt;don't let me live a lie&lt;BR&gt;before my life flies by&lt;BR&gt;I need you to slow me down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;sometimes I fear that I might disappear &lt;BR&gt;in the blur of fast forward I falter again&lt;BR&gt;forgetting to breathe&lt;BR&gt;I need to sleep&lt;BR&gt;I'm getting nowhere&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;all that I've missed I see in the reflection&lt;BR&gt;pass me while I wasn't paying attention&lt;BR&gt;tired of rushing, racing and running&lt;BR&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;tell me&lt;BR&gt;oh won't you take my hand and lead me&lt;BR&gt;slow me down&lt;BR&gt;don't let love pass me by&lt;BR&gt;just show me how&lt;BR&gt;cause I'm ready to fall&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;slow me down&lt;BR&gt;don't let me live a lie&lt;BR&gt;before my life flies by&lt;BR&gt;i need you to slow me down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;just show me&lt;BR&gt;i need you to slow me down&lt;BR&gt;slow me down&lt;BR&gt;slow me down&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the noise of the world is getting me caught up&lt;BR&gt;chasing the clock and i wish i could stop it&lt;BR&gt;just need to breathe&lt;BR&gt;somebody please &lt;BR&gt;slow me down &lt;BR&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/631290100/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, December 06, 2007</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/630767475/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/630767475/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 02:36:06 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;over this.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;need some change in my life.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/630767475/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 05, 2007</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/630615630/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/630615630/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 06:18:08 GMT</pubDate><description>I am wrecked. I am overblown.&lt;BR&gt;I'm also fed up with the common cold.&lt;BR&gt;But I just hate to say goodbye&lt;BR&gt;To all the metaphors and lies&lt;BR&gt;That have taken me years to come up with.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Say it's true. Say you like me.&lt;BR&gt;(I like you.)&lt;BR&gt;Just for the night &lt;BR&gt;For me it's been eternity..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And as I gently sip this drink,&lt;BR&gt;I think about my lack of future,&lt;BR&gt;And all the places I could learn to fall in love.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I know I shouldn't waste my time,&lt;BR&gt;Wishing I'd been better designed,&lt;BR&gt;Yet for some reason still think.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am wrecked. I am overblown.&lt;BR&gt;I'm also fed up with the fucking common cold!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I just want to feel alive &lt;BR&gt;For the first time in my life,&lt;BR&gt;I just want to feel attractive today.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;lt;3 motioncitysoundtrack</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/630615630/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, December 01, 2007</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/629931873/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/629931873/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 07:05:40 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;DT class=quote&gt;&lt;FONT color=#589fe7&gt;"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DT&gt;&lt;DT class=quote&gt;&lt;FONT color=#589fe7&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Michel de Montaigne&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/629931873/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, November 24, 2007</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/628718473/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/628718473/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 04:41:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;this waiting for the right person thing sucks. especially in the holiday season. i just want to date! is that so much to ask?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;grr.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;new decision for winter 2007/2007&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;backpacking in hawaii&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRIKE&gt;quebec and montreal &lt;/STRIKE&gt;(maybe)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;snowboarding LIKE A CRAZY. yes.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i decide not to go to canada, new board, bindings, and pants. heck yes.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/628718473/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, November 18, 2007</title><link>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/627643214/item/</link><guid>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/627643214/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 01:32:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;life is a funny thing. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;right now, i'm pretty satisfied. sure, there will always be things that could be better and things i'm unhappy with but for the most part, i'm diggin it. love the new job, coping with my bipolar SAA relationship, and school is decent. the comm major is awesome, and though my french is slowly degrading i hope it'll be better next quarter. i have no income right now, which is hard, but me and debt are friends. actually, we're the kind of friends that see eachother once in awhile, get a little too excited, and then back off. instead of riding rollercoasters, i've been crusing on the log ride. i don't know exactly how i feel about that.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i felt the need to write today. i havent felt that need in a long time, so i think that means that the emotions are flowing and they need a place of refuge. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;it all started yesterday in the afternoon, while i spent my two hour break dying my hair and watching pushing daisies. i was happy to be solving someone else's problems instead of dilly-dallying about my own. i sat in my living room, pink polka dotted shower cap mushrooming over&amp;nbsp;my chemical-filled hair, and basked in the glory of shadenfreuden.&amp;nbsp;let's just say karma is a bitch. and no, she's not&amp;nbsp;the sorority girl, catty bitch. she's the girl with the gleam of evil in her eye, the one who slowly cuts out your heart and leaves you lingering with pain. sadly enough, there are those who need a date with karma once in awhile. there started my weekend long reflection of my current sitation, and it has continued on. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;last night i had dinner with an old friend. i was so certain that the summer had changed us and we would slip into the realm of aquantainceship. to be honest, i was worried, and my heart hurt a little. luckily, after main street santa monica, a goat cheese and arugula salad, and a peppermint latte, we were back on track. i cannot explain how incredible it felt to hug her and know that again, that hug made me feel safe. it was our first real test of friendship, and we succeded. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i got home early to continue pushing daisies when the love of my life, my roomate kristen, came home from wicked. she basically screamed with excitement and we got pillows and gathered around the laptop while i&amp;nbsp;french manicured my nails. i love the girly times. and i also love pushing daisies, because it's the weirdest show on the planet and one of the leads is played by kristen chenowith, who played&amp;nbsp;glinda in the original wicked. i went to sleep listening to the hammering of the frat house down the street and a promise of omelettes in the morning.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;then today the roomies (all three of them) and i headed down to main street santa monica (encore une fois!) to the omelette parlor, which was heaven. mozzerella, basil, and tomato mmm. i realized that was the first time all of us had eaten together, but it was a pretty incredible first meal. dropped kristen off at work at addidas, then spent the way home singing and making up dances in the car. i felt like such a kid :)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;the rest of my day was spent instructing at the challenge course. i love my job. there are definetely bad parts about it, such as the endless training and lack of money, but i learned so much and actually led and belayed about 16 people. invigorating to say the least. soon i'll be an expert at clipping in and setting up obstacles.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;and now i'm home, at the computer. i've lost my train of thought. i think started writing about emotions, which led to my weekend. all day tomorrow will be spent with challenge course in the morning, bike ride til 12, then SAA til 6 and homework til midnight. it's all pretty stable.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;however, i am missing that one link in my life. that one i like to call love. i'm not going to lie, i'm lonely. but i'm refusing my lonliness from becoming desperation. it is no piece of cake. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;but times will change, people will occur, seasons will progress. i'm ready to keep life like this for awhile. a little thanksgiving, blue and gold week, papers and finals, home, snowboarding, christmas, new years backpacking in hawaii, and friends. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;as for the rest? it'll have to fit into my schedule. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;strangely now happy as a clam with a part of her still missing,&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; trace&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://theatrechic184.xanga.com/627643214/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>