tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73665982011-05-31T08:07:03.078-07:00Oh The Place You'll Gohike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1101354874714893132004-11-24T19:52:00.000-08:002004-11-24T19:54:34.713-08:00SO! I've moved back to Livejournal. Proceed to my journal over there please! <br />Bookmark it! Love it! Want it! Make love to it! <br /> <br />Hook yourself up dawg! : <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~lone_stage"><span style="font-size:180%;">www.livejournal.com/~lone_stage</span></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-110135487471489313?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1099316902869055542004-11-01T05:45:00.000-08:002004-11-01T05:48:22.870-08:00i feel really gross and sick. it's all in my tummy, i wish there was a magical way to make it go away (apparently pepto isn't that magical touch because i've already tried twice). <br /> <br />someone please come take care of me? <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109931690286905554?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1099271595095175052004-10-31T17:05:00.000-08:002004-10-31T17:13:15.096-08:00<center><img src="http://img3.imgspot.com/u/04/304/19/halloweenstrip1.JPG" /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://img2.imgspot.com/u/04/304/19/halloweenstrip2.JPG" /></center> <br /> <br /> <br />This was my Hallowe'en yesterday when it wasn't really Hallowe'en. This was in Dennis before we all went to Castle Partay! Hahaha, silly times. Oh my monkey boys. Too many more pictures to post! <br /> <br />I wish I was trick or treating tonight! Mmmmm candy! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109927159509517505?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098926659499426352004-10-27T18:18:00.000-07:002004-10-27T18:24:19.500-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">When life stands still and all you do is watch. They keep moving but you stop. The motion moves so fast your feel sick. You want to tell them what they've done wrong but your out reached hand can't touch their sultry body. Your eyes are glazed, their eyes are wild. You feel full and they look empty. I'm back in my movie theatre and you're all just a show to me. <br /> <br />And all you want is a kiss with eyes wide open.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109892665949942635?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098825884793717102004-10-26T14:24:00.000-07:002004-10-26T14:24:44.793-07:00Remind me never to name my child Alfonso <br /> <br />I'm looking forward to our phone date tonight Sam ;) Keep it stellar sista <br />Hahaha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109882588479371710?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098571873266778812004-10-23T15:51:00.000-07:002004-10-23T15:51:13.266-07:00I want someone to tell me they like the way I live. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109857187326677881?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098401843315569682004-10-21T16:31:00.000-07:002004-10-21T16:38:08.123-07:00<center><img src="http://img7.imgspot.com/u/04/294/18/craigbeezstrip.JPG"></center> <br /> <br /><center>This is Craig and this is Beez. <br />Not Elizabeth, because I'm Beez to him. <br /> <br />This was Saturday night when Poirier was here, <br />we make beautiful pictures together. <br /> <br />Hahaha.</center> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109840184331556968?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098400925157804302004-10-21T16:20:00.000-07:002004-10-21T16:22:05.156-07:00The bus driver told an old lady she was angel <br /> <br />He has a smoke every hour, on the hour, at the Baptist Church corner<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109840092515780430?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098326742443818452004-10-20T19:40:00.000-07:002004-10-20T19:45:42.443-07:00I bought photos/posters for my room today, it was so intensely exciting: Oh My Word! <br />They are all black and white (as usual) and they are gorgeous, especially my Audrey Hepburn. Oh how I want to be her. Just for a day. That's all. <br /> <br /> <br />A boy talked to me on the bus today on the way back from work. He told me his name was Nathan. I hope I don't forget that piece of information. He's a town folk, and that makes me laugh. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Burnt popcorn = Fire Alarm = Endangered Roomate. <br /> <br /> <br />I want you to call, I like your voice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109832674244381845?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098192519496326162004-10-19T06:28:00.000-07:002004-10-19T06:28:39.496-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1999/320/journal.1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1999/200/journal.1.jpg'></a><br /><center>I want to go back to when we went skating together, too. Life just made more sense then...</center>&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109819251949632616?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098112475363970462004-10-18T08:12:00.000-07:002004-10-18T08:14:35.363-07:00Your ridicule for things unsaid makes me want to leave and not come back until you appreciate me. <br />I don't have to stay here, I could be better off without you. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109811247536397046?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098072627065823172004-10-17T21:03:00.000-07:002004-10-17T21:12:34.806-07:00Last night I cried for the first time since I've gotten here. <br /> <br />When the tears overflow and you just can't stop them <br />The breath inside of you gasps for composure <br />Your inside breaks and you don't know how to mend it <br /> <br />I'm a child that needs a hand to hold <br />I'm a child that needs to be rocked to sleep at night <br />I'm a child that needs your hush to subdue me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109807262706582317?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1098071894282493052004-10-17T20:53:00.000-07:002004-10-17T20:58:14.283-07:00Stop trying to buy my innocence, I already sold it. <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#996633;">It went for a high price, you'd never be able to afford it.</span> <br /><span style="color:#996633;">I hate when you bid on me.</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109807189428249305?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1097777132834747352004-10-14T11:03:00.000-07:002004-10-14T11:05:32.833-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><em>Boy with cordoroy backpack: I want to marry you. </em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109777713283474735?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1097426167386229012004-10-10T09:36:00.000-07:002004-10-10T09:36:07.386-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1999/320/bw%20woman.1.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/143/1999/200/bw%20woman.1.jpg'></a><br />What do my eyes say to you? <br />I can't see them, are they blurry? Bright? Lost? Excited? <br />If you came and sat behind them the way I do, would you just watch or would you listen? <br />Does the world look tainted? Tinted? Black and white? <br />A series of photes sliding back and forth; a slide show of the surface value. <br />Stop on that picture, fastforward through those. Would you please rewind, I've forgotten what you look like. <br />&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109742616738622901?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1093670400126802382004-08-27T22:18:00.000-07:002004-08-27T22:21:55.530-07:00<table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><div id="hotbar_promo"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote id="1f1d9f87"><div align="right"><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><tbody><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">She thought she needed to run away. <br />Away from her bedroom, away from her street lights, away from the faces that she knew too well. <br />She ran to the city. The city of new horizons where even small town girls like herself could grow up to be women of money, highheels and sex. <br />Her pockets empty and her reality clear she stood on the street corner looking for love in the eyes of men with brown suede shoes. <br />He told her she was incredible, sentious, sexy. He told her her lips were of the Mona Lisa and that she could be his next star. <br />Back to his studio he lead her. <br />Dark and hazy, shifty and shaded his camera stood amongst the room that was supposed to breath art back into her life. <br />The lights flickered on and she sat on the stool pouting her kiss dimpled on her left cheek. <br />The camera clicked again and again until he told her her clothes were masks of human art. She shedded her scarf, her coat, her bra and allowed him to bend, fold, warp her into his next 'artistic creation'. <br />As he raped of her her last valuable pure possession she still claimed in her pocket, she closed her eyes and remembered the street lights she sat under as a child wanting the money, the highheels and the sex. <br />She wanted her bedroom, she wanted her clean sheets, she wanted back her stolen purity.</span></em></span></div></td></tr><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><td height="1" unselectable="on" style="font-size:1pt;"><div id="hotbar_promo"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-109367040012680238?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1089833413340572832004-07-14T12:29:00.000-07:002004-07-14T12:30:13.340-07:00i don't know if i like blogs anymore....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-108983341334057283?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1088732067225817692004-07-01T18:31:00.000-07:002004-07-01T18:34:27.226-07:00My parents came and visited today! And my mom brought me an apple pie! She rocks! And I visted Iona! Nicola and Katie, you are my beloved beauties! Everyone should have the honour of knowing you. <br /> <br />Muskoka is definitely one of the beautiful areas of Canada. I think everyone should spend their summers up here. <br /> <br />Im off to a staff social now! Make your days make you smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-108873206722581769?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1088288866259111112004-06-26T15:26:00.000-07:002004-06-26T15:27:46.260-07:00So i'm at camp! I have computer access! How amazing! <br />Camp is so sweet. The people are super awesome and it's so incredibly beautiful up here! <br />I get my campers tomorrow and they will be 6 to 7 year olds! The youngens! I'm psyched and I'm sure I'll have more adventures to share another day! <br /> <br />Rock on.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-108828886625911111?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1087685726879934182004-06-19T15:46:00.000-07:002004-06-19T15:55:26.880-07:00I went to St Catharines Thursday to Friday! And wow I had so much fun! I hung out with Brian, Katie, and Heather~! We went to the beach! And a drive in movie! And shopping! And swimming! Oh wow. I love those three so much! <br /> <br /><A href="http://members.rogers.com/redreality/24hriona.JPG">Pictures Pictures Pictures!</a> <br /> <br />And yesterday I went to the music council social at Sam's! And then I went to Pattersons for a festive night (in honour of those leaving! aka me, greg, craig, and jeremy). It was fun! Oh Patterson and your jizams. <br /> <br />IT'S ROBYN'S BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br />SHE IS 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br />Doo daa daaaaaa! Its robyn's birthday! Watch her vote and gamble and watch dirty movies!!!!!!!!!! Oh da dooooooo da dayyyyyyy! <br />Here is the Birthday girl last nite! And king too! <br /> <br /><CENTER><IMG src="http://members.rogers.com/redreality/kingandrobyn.jpg"></CENTER> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-108768572687993418?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7366598.post-1087680566695400232004-06-19T14:25:00.000-07:002004-06-19T14:45:49.413-07:00<strong>Welcome to my new journal!</strong> <br />I switched from Livejournal because this blog allows me to do more fun stuff! Like my banner for example! Isn't it hot? It is all thanks to <A href="www.jodijahnke.blogspot.com">Jodi!</a> She rocks hardcore. Thanks Jodi! <br /> <br />I hope you enjoy your stay here as you wonder through my thoughts. You are o-so-welcome to comment on anything and everything! Do you have a blog/journal? Let me know and I'll link ya from my site! <br /> <br />I'll be back. I' promise <br />Keep it stellar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7366598-108768056669540023?l=hike2zion.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hike2zionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13973829334737557388noreply@blogger.com0