<?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-5760608</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:23:01.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Enchanted Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>When I want to be someone I'm not I just put on music and dance it out of me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enchantedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01691935842551796440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760608.post-106264177825709341</id><published>2003-09-03T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:16:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Emotional Masks....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone (or every teenager, take your pick) says that they wear a mask, whether it's all the time to runaway from emotional problems, or some of the time, when something unpleasant happens.  You read it in their writing, you can see it on their face, when they think they're being so clever and fooling everyone.  However, I am beginning to think that no one does wear masks.  I mean, when people say that sometimes they are sad, that's true, I'm sad sometimes too.  I can't always have hot guys on my mind or Disney(c) songs in my head, but I think that people only think they wear masks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might be sad, and then someone comes up and makes them laugh, they let themselves stop feeling sad for a moment to enjoy the joke or whatever, and then they go back quickly to being sad, and they automatically think they're being fake or something.  So, they think they are wearing masks because they don't "talk about their feelings" like *everyone else* says they should.  I don't know.  Just  my thoughts, but do you get what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Devin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('3')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=ladysparrow&amp;commentid=3"&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5760608-106264177825709341?l=enchantedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760608/posts/default/106264177825709341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760608/posts/default/106264177825709341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantedlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106264177825709341' title=''/><author><name>Devin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01691935842551796440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760608.post-106253850274939488</id><published>2003-09-02T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T14:35:02.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The usual grness of life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, the wonderful feelings of underappreciation, or just plain egoticism. It's rainy here, it seems to match my mood right now. Except for the fact that I absolutely love rain, so from that perspective, I should be happy, but no one wants to do anything, or can do anything, so I'm feeling a bit unloved, but it's probably just my undeniable egoticism. However, perhaps I don't feel as bad as I could be. Hell, I just met this gorgeous guy last night at the Weird Al concert, so that's pretty cool. I gotta feel good about that! Even though my cousin Emma did make me feel like a fool when she called him over so she could tell him that I wanted to know his name and his phone number. We went on a compromise, he gave me his name and e-mail address, so in a moment of boredness about 5 minutes ago, I e-mailed him. I hope he writes back, and isn't like re-thinking his decision or anything. Oh well, off to sulk some more. Nah, just kidding, but I was hoping to just walk around and just hang somewhere that's not my house with people that are not my blood family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Devin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('2')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=ladysparrow&amp;commentid=2"&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5760608-106253850274939488?l=enchantedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760608/posts/default/106253850274939488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760608/posts/default/106253850274939488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantedlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253850274939488' title=''/><author><name>Devin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01691935842551796440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760608.post-106253699896670551</id><published>2003-09-02T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T14:26:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It seems to me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you have stumbled (or were directed by me) into yet another one of my facets of my neverending personality. This is just an introduction post, nothing here yet. This will be where I spew all my bad chi, like when my friends fight, or whatever. My life, boring as all hell, but my imagination....now that's something different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Devin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;LinktoComments('1')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk/comments.php?user=ladysparrow&amp;commentid=1"&gt;Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5760608-106253699896670551?l=enchantedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760608/posts/default/106253699896670551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760608/posts/default/106253699896670551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enchantedlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253699896670551' title=''/><author><name>Devin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01691935842551796440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
