<?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-3850979</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:15:30.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Paper</title><subtitle type='html'>we are: Orange Paper. all you other punk bands, eat your hearts out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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>374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850979.post-115805372341672719</id><published>2006-09-12T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:40:51.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel, I feel this peacebut only in a moment of weakI stand, stand so strongonly to find myself wrongedI love, love is firemy hands with burning woundstears in a bottle keepI know my savorior hears me weepI cry, cry my hate goneand see this poison melt awayI pray this night endand shooting star for a friendI’ll kiss, a kiss goodnightsay farewell and lay me downI feel, I feel this painbut only to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/115805372341672719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/115805372341672719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2006_09_10_archive.html#115805372341672719' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-107838064469618274</id><published>2004-03-03T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:13:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, Orange Paper.  Some news from one of your band members. I gave up the chance to join a label-sponsored band last week.  This guy needed a bass player because his dropped out.  Well, the agent for the band (who is already with a label) was psyched about me doing it. (Don't ask me how I know the guy, I just do...)  He said it would be a good hook: a girl bassist in a guy band.  Yah.  I said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107838064469618274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107838064469618274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107838064469618274' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-107688769532129424</id><published>2004-02-15T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T15:30:48.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Editorial note:  The chorus and verses aren't organised.  The verses are to be sung...but I'm not sure in what order.  This is definitely a work in progress, maybe one I'll never finish.D, I couldn't fit our standard SAD line in there anywhere so I'm glad you did.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107688769532129424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107688769532129424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107688769532129424' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-107688763806657447</id><published>2004-02-15T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T15:32:15.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SADLara for OPchorusNever take it seriouslyand you'll never get hurt.If you never get hurt,Then you always have fun.If you never say helloThen you never have to say goodbye.versesI'm too afraid to love you,I'm too scared to give up what I know.Things that are safe and controlledI know exactly where we'll go.I'll pretend I love you,You'll pretend that I'm your girl.Things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107688763806657447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107688763806657447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107688763806657447' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-107682709926608499</id><published>2004-02-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:40:51.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn that song is SAD.  oh so poorly written and SAAAAD.  hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107682709926608499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107682709926608499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107682709926608499' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-107682705968693724</id><published>2004-02-14T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T22:43:30.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S.A.D.c.it's singles awareness dayand i just wanna saythat if you have a dateyou suck!1.while all my other friends are so pretty and getting ready to go outi'm sitting here a lonely loserhere's what this song's aboutc.it's singles awareness dayand i just wanna saythat if you have a dateyou suck!2.good bye and have a great timedon't forget to wear a condomi'll be home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107682705968693724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107682705968693724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107682705968693724' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-107672124842314626</id><published>2004-02-13T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T17:16:38.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know, i know,  still funky looking.  working on it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107672124842314626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107672124842314626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107672124842314626' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-107646482114747940</id><published>2004-02-10T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:45:56.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dangit!  this one USE to be orange, then the dude changed it.  like the whole thing was orange not blue.  if you know how to change it then go for it.ok, ok.  so it's kinda gross and a little stupid, the skin i mean, but i thought it was funny and it's how i feel most the time.  leave me ALONE! :)  and a lot of times, the only time i DO get to be alone is in the loo.  lol!the side bar is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107646482114747940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107646482114747940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107646482114747940' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-107645512692823962</id><published>2004-02-10T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:29:39.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, what are we thinking, op?  keep this skin or look around some more?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107645512692823962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107645512692823962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107645512692823962' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-107628534527559812</id><published>2004-02-08T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T16:45:25.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being that 'angel chicks' doesn't have a pic anymore, i thought we could get a new skin.  (not that we use OP, but we will have to this Sat.)  i'll post a new one every now and then.  let me know which one you like best.i wish this one had more orange in it.jac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107628534527559812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107628534527559812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107628534527559812' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-107119577194116784</id><published>2003-12-11T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T18:23:57.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought of this today, remembering a conversation I had with my bro. It's not very good, but you get what I am trying to do, right?~Li~A songI've got a secret,I've done something bad,I've no one to talk to,Can't tell mom and dad.If I let you know,If I dare to tell,Will you keep it a secret,Will you keep it to yourself?I've kept in silence,So nobody knows,But they will very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107119577194116784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107119577194116784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107119577194116784' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-107110568678022657</id><published>2003-12-10T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:22:31.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There ya go De!!OffspringI wrote her off for the tenth time todayAnd practice all the things I would sayBut she came overI lost my nerveI took her back and made her dessertNow I know I'm being usedThat's okay man cause I like the abuseI know she's playing with meThat's okay cause I got no self esteemWe make plans to go out at nightI wait till 2 then I turn out the lightAll this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107110568678022657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107110568678022657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107110568678022657' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-107110321127712474</id><published>2003-12-10T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:41:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when in doubt, post some lyrics.This is my lifeIt's not what it was beforeAll these feelings I've sharedAnd these dreamsThat I'd never lived beforeSomebody shake me 'cause II must be sleepingNow that we're here, it's so far awayAll the struggle we thought was all in vainThey all finally start to go awayNow that we're here, it's so far awayAnd I feel like I can face the dayI can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107110321127712474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/107110321127712474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107110321127712474' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106911406335602380</id><published>2003-11-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T16:08:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the record, I'm still working on You Can't Save Me (can we get a less lame title, maybe?)........anyway."and can take honesty and a kick in the balls occasionally"  'cos we all know you'll be dishin both out.... :D haha.  prolly more than the poor dude deserves. :D  hehe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106911406335602380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106911406335602380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106911406335602380' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-106885625484399522</id><published>2003-11-14T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:31:24.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aww yeah. thank goodness you posted something, li.  i was about to post lyrics or something gay like that.  DO IT!  DO IT!  ask him to strip for you!  totally!  bah ha ha!  just to see what he does.  but really, i have no idea what you should do.  prolly just ignore the weird-o.  or give him some tips on dancing. *bg* that whole story was funny, li.  lmao kind of funny. :)  you have the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106885625484399522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106885625484399522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106885625484399522' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106883876011994670</id><published>2003-11-14T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T11:39:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I'm in English class, and in this class there is a boy named Eric, who I thought when I first saw him was in a band cause he looks so punk. Anyhoo, as it turns out, he is just a wanna be who flirts with every girl in the class with the exception of...you guessed it! Me!Seriously, this boy has only ever looked at me maybe twice the whole semester. Well, I come in late the other day, and I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106883876011994670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106883876011994670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106883876011994670' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106749720697712922</id><published>2003-10-29T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:03:19.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hear about the woman who married three different Microsoft employees and still died a virgin?Her first husband was in Training, and he kept teaching her how to do it herself.The second one was in Sales, and he kept telling her how good it was going to be in the next release.The third was in Tech Support, and he kept saying, "Don't worry, it'll be up any minute now..." laughing arse off..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106749720697712922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106749720697712922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106749720697712922' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106747163989582954</id><published>2003-10-29T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:54:07.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a cherry bomb.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106747163989582954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106747163989582954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747163989582954' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-106747162309692664</id><published>2003-10-29T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:53:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do you call a virgin launched from a B52 over iraq?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106747162309692664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106747162309692664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747162309692664' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-106745987770397592</id><published>2003-10-29T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T12:38:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a cherry float.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106745987770397592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106745987770397592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106745987770397592' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106737139178125706</id><published>2003-10-28T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:03:18.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do you call a virgin on a waterbed?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106737139178125706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106737139178125706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106737139178125706' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106730524618480614</id><published>2003-10-27T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:40:51.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrapped up in this life,The problems we face,Trying to make sense,When all life's out of place.Trusting your own strength,Surviving only by grace,When the fire hits your soul.And what will be left,When the rain comes down?Will you start to rise,Once you've hit the ground?Shouting with no words,And screams with no sound,When the fire hits your soul?And what will be left,Will you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106730524618480614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106730524618480614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730524618480614' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106730211608441348</id><published>2003-10-27T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T16:48:41.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yah girls, sign your name.  can't figure out how to get my blogger tags in order so it says its from you.  my brain is swimming with HTML right now.  i'm taking off for tonight. :)-lara</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106730211608441348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106730211608441348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730211608441348' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-106729216629288925</id><published>2003-10-27T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T14:02:52.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahoo for Z!  holy wow, girl, this new skin rocks!  i'm the short, fat one in the middle. :-D  ha ha!-jac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106729216629288925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106729216629288925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106729216629288925' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106728747495745330</id><published>2003-10-27T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T12:44:40.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing a new skin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106728747495745330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106728747495745330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106728747495745330' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-106724249469708611</id><published>2003-10-27T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T00:14:59.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy crap.  li, that has to be one of your best.  no, it IS one of your best.If Only</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106724249469708611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106724249469708611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106724249469708611' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106676212545166020</id><published>2003-10-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T11:48:45.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TryingCould you let down your hairAnd be transparent for a whileJust a little whileSee if your human after allHonesty is a hard attribute to findWhen we all want to seem like we've got it all figured outI may be the first to say that I don't have a clueI don't have all the answersAnd god I pretend like I do justTrying to find my wayTrying to find my way the best that I know howWell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106676212545166020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106676212545166020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106676212545166020' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106613472694540481</id><published>2003-10-14T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T05:32:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this in an old journal. I actually was trying to write a *christian* song. Hmm...but it isn't finished. Maybe one of ya'll can finish it, if you think it's good enough.At times it seems that life,Is not worth livingAnymore.Like everytime I findMy way, You shutThe door.Walking on this lonely roadNot knowing just how far to goMy feet give way and I fall to the floor.Today it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106613472694540481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106613472694540481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106613472694540481' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106567417473570290</id><published>2003-10-08T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T21:36:14.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OP is going to Hollywood, baby.  and all i can say is, i get to direct it. *wink*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106567417473570290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106567417473570290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106567417473570290' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106563310929412849</id><published>2003-10-08T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T10:12:16.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did it, Reb. I have risen to your challenge. Sorry z. You can delete it if you want to, but at this point, I need something remotley amusing somewhere. Ya know?Soooo...here it is. From the album, Unmentionables, it's The Naughty Boxer SongOoh baby, what you gotBeneath those jeans?Come over here and tell meDon't leave it to my dreams.It's that last thing that I think ofIt's the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106563310929412849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106563310929412849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106563310929412849' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106547952999316059</id><published>2003-10-06T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T15:32:44.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just a quick note.  i was reading lil rebs blog and came across an OLD post saying that if she never becomes a famous punk rocker we can have her songs!  so, i just wanted to publicly thank her. :)  much appreciated.  you have AWESOME stuff, girl. :) -jac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106547952999316059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106547952999316059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106547952999316059' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106495497145645449</id><published>2003-09-30T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T13:51:44.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final Songv1)Everybody's hidingAdmit it to yourselfBut you won't.Lieing in your mindThought you told the truthBut you don't.Is it easy to look at me,Knowing you threw me away?Save your tears for heavenYou'll need them there.chorusThese wordsAre more than you deserveYou've twisted meDriven me from sanity.These wordsThe last you'll hear me sayOur final songNow you know you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106495497145645449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106495497145645449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106495497145645449' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106453852994521340</id><published>2003-09-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T18:08:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If no one is going to post anything, I am going to post TNBS. And then we'll all die of embarrassment.l;-pSo get writing ya'll!~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106453852994521340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106453852994521340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106453852994521340' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106440417842425116</id><published>2003-09-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T04:49:37.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't see the comment box unless I am on the computer at the library. So I can't make or read comments. BUT! I just wanted to say that I love your song, jac. Even if it does sound a little Mandy Moorish. I like it a lot.*smiles* Remember that song we were talking about writing? *cough* I wrote it. *cough* I should post it...but I will send it to you first.~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106440417842425116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106440417842425116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106440417842425116' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106400571727814395</id><published>2003-09-19T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:08:37.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it didn't even go where i wanted it!!  it's NOTHING what i meant to type.  *frustrated sigh*  i ended up with some Dream/Mandy Moore junk.  BAH.oh well.*g* i stole your title, kate.  and took it in a totally different direction. ;)Another View1.You say you need himCan't live without himHe makes you completely wholeYou dream about himCan't be without himHe owns your very soulC.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106400571727814395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106400571727814395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106400571727814395' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106385033960464339</id><published>2003-09-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T09:05:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this for my friend...bleh. Why is love so complicated? It doesn't have to be this way, peeps. Get some guts!~Li~View from the OutsideI see you both,And you can't hide.It's obvious,What you feel inside.Her hearts all yours,Just reach and take.Don't let her go.Don't watch it break.She acts so tough,But deep inside,Knows of sleepless nights,And tears she's cried.So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106385033960464339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106385033960464339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106385033960464339' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106347656835657068</id><published>2003-09-13T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T11:09:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A gun just fell on my head. And I think we should make a song about it. ~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106347656835657068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106347656835657068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106347656835657068' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106291266148584440</id><published>2003-09-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T22:35:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kate!  do you have your smarty pants on? ;)  cuz that was just an awesome song!  i  laughed myself to sleep.  something i haven't done in ages. :)  Oh thank heaven for lucky th-...underwear.  ahem.speaking of unmentionables!"A new game I think we should all become proficient at.  In order to succeed in the world as we know it..." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106291266148584440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106291266148584440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106291266148584440' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-10628870835560867</id><published>2003-09-06T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T15:24:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lol, I wrote you guys this song in an email cause I couldn't post it. But I'm posting it now! HAHAHAHA!Shall we add this to the album?~Li~Lucky Underwear verse oneWake up in the morning,And I drag myself out of bed.Yeah...The figure in the mirror,Looks like it's going out of its head.Yeah...I drag myself to school,And all of my classmates stare.Yeah...Looks like I've been run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/10628870835560867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/10628870835560867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#10628870835560867' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106262976992011715</id><published>2003-09-03T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T15:57:40.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this in school on my Orange Paper notebook (thank you, z) and it doesn't really flow very well, but maybe you guys can do something with it.I feel surroundedEntrenched by strangers.But with so many people,Why am I so alone?No longer a child,Not quite a grown up.Still hanging on,But here on my ownFeeling desperate for someone,To hold my hand.The more I try, The less I seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106262976992011715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106262976992011715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106262976992011715' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106246130125941031</id><published>2003-09-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T21:31:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm, since we seem to be posting our recent poems/lyrics/whatever (mine goes under "whatever") here's my humble contribution. Break My Fall I'm holding out and holding on And waiting just to hear your song I'm laying still and laying low Hoping for this day to go, away. I'm still alone and face the wind Without a hand to help me in I'm only one, and so very small Please do you hear me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106246130125941031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106246130125941031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106246130125941031' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106243814689782834</id><published>2003-09-01T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T10:42:26.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sail On, Silver GirlOnce I dared to hopeThat it is what it seems,If once I dared to love,Then why does it haunt my dreams?Bring him here to meSo I may see his face.Once more deepened longingForbids he feign disgrace.Even so, my heart is quietThough well he knows I’m hereFor he has found anotherWhom he guards as dear.My anger has what end?My sorrow yields what greater gain?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106243814689782834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106243814689782834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106243814689782834' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-106198471807531837</id><published>2003-08-27T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T04:45:23.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple PrayerYou put us here for a reason,Whatever it may be.But the view from here is different,And it's hard for us to see.Sometimes the days are easy,And we haven't any care.Sometimes the days destroy us,And we wonder if You're there.You brought us all together,For what seemed, no plan at all.But maybe You put us here,To catch eachother when we fall.Our lives are very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106198471807531837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106198471807531837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106198471807531837' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106195375734363599</id><published>2003-08-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T20:09:17.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna hear in full how your first gig went, matt.  besides awesome. :)kate, kate, kate.  you never cease to amaze me with your songs.  *sighs*  what i would give to be able to write like that.ya know, chris never did send those songs.  oh well, he probably never will.  men seem to forget a lot of stuff.  lara, did he ever play it for you?!  my best work of art to some no name band.  lol.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106195375734363599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106195375734363599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106195375734363599' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106176424845377886</id><published>2003-08-24T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T15:31:41.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got music for it, li.  heey, there's a title for a song (not this one), "got music?"i dunno what style you were looking for, but the music i have for it is hard. *ahem*  hard.-jac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106176424845377886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106176424845377886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106176424845377886' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106167039163638250</id><published>2003-08-23T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T18:34:47.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I needed to write something, and this is the best I can do. *sigh* Can something be done with it?Untitled (actually, I like that for a title. Maybe not for this particular song though.)You walk alone,There's no one here,To save you from yourself.You're almost grown,But lived too long,Trapped inside this hell.Uncertainty, despairCause no one knows you're there.Frustration and fear,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106167039163638250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106167039163638250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106167039163638250' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106162346196078858</id><published>2003-08-23T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T00:24:21.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooo!  sweet song.JewelWho Will Save Your SoulPeople living their lives for you on TVThey say they're better than you and you agreeHe says "Hold my calls", from behind those cold, brick wallsThe boss says, "Come here boy, there ain't nothing for free"Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's billAnother cute cheap thrillYou know you love him if you put him in your will, butWho will save your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106162346196078858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106162346196078858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106162346196078858' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106077770909350029</id><published>2003-08-13T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T05:34:57.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I feel like I haven't been on in forever.Jac, I want to hear the music for the song. And I can't believe you are giving one of our songs away...;)I haven't been able to write anything in ages and ages. It's weird cause God knows I have had plenty of ideas, it's just that nothing is coming out. Although, circumstances last night were pretty inspiring. *hee hee* That sounds wrong.Anyhoo,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106077770909350029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106077770909350029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106077770909350029' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-106064125022608885</id><published>2003-08-11T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T15:34:10.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going through a major writing slump.  Which is almost okay since I haven't enough time to devote to it.  Almost okay because I have so much pent-up stuff that needs to come out...just can't figure out how.  I have the title and first line for a song...but that's all.  My brain dries up into a useless clod after this:Almost HomeAlmost home,I can taste heaven from here...Isn't that...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106064125022608885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106064125022608885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106064125022608885' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-106058284685241020</id><published>2003-08-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T23:20:46.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, Last Calling  now i'm curious just to see what you *could* do.  as the frontman of OP i'm giving ya'll permission to take one of OP's songs and make it your own.  two conditions though, 1. you have to give credit to OP and whoever wrote it.  (prolly kate, she writes most the stuff.)2. you have to play it for us.matt, you wanted one of our songs, here's you chance, go for it.  :)  i'd like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106058284685241020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106058284685241020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106058284685241020' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106037411565041480</id><published>2003-08-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T13:21:55.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musical high and lows.  i'm on a high right now.  woohoo.  Kate, remember that song you wrote about dreaming?  you wrote it ages ago.  anyway, i finally got music for it!  and it's so awesome!    if i do say so myself. *wink* hey wait, i'll just go ahead and post your lyrics.On the Inside of a DreamThere was no other sound,But the pounding of my heart,As we stood so close together,Yet we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106037411565041480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106037411565041480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106037411565041480' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106032891885057098</id><published>2003-08-08T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T00:48:38.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you ever so sick of something that you wanna kill it or really, truly SCREAM bloody murder?  bah.  the thought of dad going back is so overwhelming sometimes that i just wanna cry and cry.  but at the same time i think, "why?" and at the same i think, "get over it!"  but mostly i just wanna cry.  which is odd, cuz i'm not really a need-to-cry-on-a-friend's-shoulder kinda girl.  oh well.  hey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106032891885057098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106032891885057098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106032891885057098' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-106018533367198650</id><published>2003-08-06T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T08:55:33.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orlando Bloom or Clay Aikin?Clay is small and cute.Lando is dark and sexy.Clay can sing like a mug. (his song This Is The Night is beautiful!)Lando can sword fight and shoot a bow.Clay is single.Lando isn't, but that can be changed.Clay used to work with children.Lando had a gig as an elf.Help me out here, ya'll. I cannot choose!~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106018533367198650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/106018533367198650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106018533367198650' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-105957796637724182</id><published>2003-07-30T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T08:12:46.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newest quote:"If it requires thought, then it's not worth it."*hee hee* I was talking with a friend about kissing, actually and she said that and I liked the sound of it. ;-)*shrug* Thought it was a good one...~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105957796637724182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105957796637724182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105957796637724182' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-105941477537070018</id><published>2003-07-28T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T10:52:55.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ode to OrlandoBy Dr. Li SuessMy name is LiLi is me.I do so like Orlando BloomAnd I have pictures in my room.I've got a guy, some people say,But I'd take 'Lando any day.I would take him in a house,I would take him with a mouse.I would take him on a train,I would take him in the rain,I would take him in a box,I would take him with a fox,I would take him like an herb,I would take him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105941477537070018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105941477537070018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105941477537070018' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-105926889092840705</id><published>2003-07-26T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T18:21:30.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah ha ha!  it couldn't be more wrong!Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105926889092840705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105926889092840705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105926889092840705' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-105897136720880398</id><published>2003-07-23T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T10:57:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, this blog is dying...we can't let that happen. So I'm just going to say something. I don't want to talk about love and I don't want to talk about stupid people. (Which are the two topics I have been dealing with as of late.)So I am going to talk about  fries. I would just like to say that country style fries are the bomb. Crinkle cut is ok, but I would rather have a smooth, fat fry. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105897136720880398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105897136720880398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105897136720880398' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-105823047022825224</id><published>2003-07-14T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T17:54:30.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>duuuude.  check out this guys blogs!  funny as hell!planetkryptonandjoshuaelderlater.-jac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105823047022825224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105823047022825224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105823047022825224' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-105813128280057888</id><published>2003-07-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T14:21:22.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>btw, i got the pic of you and mighty, Li.  OHMYGOSH!  the man's a FREAKIN' HOTTIE!  does he have any brothers?  or sisters at that?!  ;)  just kidding.he's a keeper, Li.  ya'lls kids are gunna be sooo freakin ass cute.btw, you're looking awesome yourself, Li!  dang!  when did you lose some much wight?!  so damn unfair.  ;)later.-jac  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105813128280057888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105813128280057888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105813128280057888' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-105813049478878885</id><published>2003-07-13T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T14:08:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live."that would be my favorite part, but yeah.  i agree with you, Li.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105813049478878885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105813049478878885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105813049478878885' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-105787384817806972</id><published>2003-07-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T14:50:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>found this on a really neat blog.The RoseSome say love it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love it is a hunger An endless aching need.I say love it is a flower And you it's only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance.It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105787384817806972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105787384817806972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105787384817806972' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-105775778383282844</id><published>2003-07-09T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T06:36:23.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good answers, ya'll...I just want to take over the world, ship all the stupid people to some island and then blow that island to pieces. *sigh* There are just things I don't understand. Why would someone take all their happiness, and just throw it away? Why would someone give up everything God gave to them just so they could fulfill their own lusts? People turn into the very people they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105775778383282844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105775778383282844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105775778383282844' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-105759452492334914</id><published>2003-07-07T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T09:15:24.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Figi is on its way, Jac.  I only have inspiration when I'm seeing red, and this weekend hasn't been too much in the red zone.  No worries, I'm sure they'll come.What do I want out of life or whatever?These past few months have been the FIRST EVER to where I've had no goals...either long-term or short-term.  I've always had a plan for my life.  Well, God's decided...well I don't know exactly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105759452492334914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105759452492334914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105759452492334914' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-105752768273435822</id><published>2003-07-06T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T14:41:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how's "fiji" coming. z?  i have a new song i wrote during church i'll have to post soon.  it's waaay to MB-like though.  oh well.what do i want in life?  or what do i just plain want?  coffee would be nice.  maybe a lil more top ramen, hey, i know!  i could stand to lose some weight!to deep of a question for me.  sorry. :)  i just dunno what i want in life.  i really, really wanna do my best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105752768273435822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105752768273435822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105752768273435822' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-105715560019754315</id><published>2003-07-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T07:20:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What is the number one thing you would like to see happen to your life in the future?" Mighty asked me this one. *shakes head* Would you believe I don't have the answer to that question? It would be easy to say, "Um, I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you..." but do I? Do I really?How about you guys? What do you guys want?~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105715560019754315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105715560019754315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105715560019754315' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-105686728366991252</id><published>2003-06-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:20:42.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bah ha ha!  she totally has me figured out!  lol!  but hey, it sounded cool, no?  you're right though, it's all thanks to some orange paper that was next to me while IMing kate and chatting about what our band name should be.  we had Warning Level, Inside-Out, Rejected, and a few others i can't remember.  anyhoo.  i was being stupid and just randomly naming off stuff that was around me (orange </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105686728366991252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105686728366991252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105686728366991252' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-105685863606446833</id><published>2003-06-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T20:50:35.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ummm....You want to know the truth? First, Jac is a pathological liar and you should not believe her about the heavy connection between us and orange paper.She saw orange paper on her shelf and was like "Hey, a cool band name."And that is that.  Nothing so romantic as what she says.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105685863606446833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105685863606446833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105685863606446833' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-105678041474447892</id><published>2003-06-27T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T23:06:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you wanna know WHY our name is Orange Paper?  huh huh huh?!  you wanna know WHY?  i'll tell ye why.cuz "'orange' describes the person who is aggressive and competitive."  (to quote lady fig). put that with paper and walaa!  it makes perfect sense!  we're all sooo aggressive when it comes to our wittings!  our journals and diaries and stories and blogs and songs and much more!  we take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105678041474447892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/105678041474447892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105678041474447892' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95987524</id><published>2003-06-24T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T10:39:04.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hullo peeps.Life pretty much rots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95987524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95987524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95987524' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-95858282</id><published>2003-06-20T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T03:30:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny story...I went over to my friends house (who is Mighty's sister) and she was on the phone with him. She'd been talking with him for like an hour, so she hands me the phone, and he and I talk for a while. (We couldn't really talk about anything cause people were there, so it was sort of weird.)Anyway, we were ending the conversation, and he was like, "You don't have to say anything. *</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95858282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95858282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95858282' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95818429</id><published>2003-06-18T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T23:02:37.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol!the difference between men and women.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95818429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95818429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95818429' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95781792</id><published>2003-06-17T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T23:17:48.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The HOTTEST guy came into work today.  (He was blond!  *Gasp!)  He kinda had the cowboy look going on, but not hardcore cowboy.  Lovely, lovely blue eyes.  And he doesn't work far from me, just down the street.  Anywayz, what I mean is as I opened the sliding doors to the hot case and the heat came exploding out all I could think was "Is that the heat from the case, or just his hotness radiating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95781792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95781792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95781792' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95642086</id><published>2003-06-13T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T13:59:47.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glorious chaos!Sorry Jac...I wish I didn't have to leave you.I totally bombed in my lesson today...I'm pretty sure my teacher was about to cry.  Tomorrow is my final performance.  Good riddance!  There was no reason that I did badly - I just did.  We've cut out the second movement.  Ahhh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95642086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95642086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95642086' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-95608892</id><published>2003-06-12T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T16:37:21.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...there is a commercial on the radio, and this women is talking. She says her "r's" in the weirdest way. It really bugs me, like its more "rrrrr", more drawn out. It bugs me to NO END. And everytime I hear it...I want to bite something. Just sink my teeth hard into an object, and GRRR! Tear some flesh! I don't know what it is, but I know that if I ever met that women in person, and she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95608892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95608892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95608892' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95607764</id><published>2003-06-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T15:55:59.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>welcome back home, z.  i can't believe you left me.  *wink*  next summer, here we come!damn stress.  now that z is gone it's back to the brat diet for me.  crappy stomach.  and stupid head is giving me fits.  hmm, maybe i'm coming down with a bad cold, eh?  li, did i tell you that i'm off coffee now?  yeah, a lady at work got us all fraps the other day and midway through it i get sick and barf.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95607764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95607764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95607764' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95597175</id><published>2003-06-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T10:28:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't see the comment box, dang it! *mumbles something about a stupid computer, and stupid characterlink, and stupid ATI things**sigh* Check out this song. It's called My Immortal from the Daredevil soundtrack. It's by Evanescence.I'm so tired of being hereSuppressed by all my childish fearsAnd if you have to leaveI wish that you would just leave'Cause your presence still lingers here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95597175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95597175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95597175' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95558798</id><published>2003-06-11T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T11:30:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, li.  if you can see the comment box that z put up, than use it!  ;)  hmm, being that i just got up, (i know, i know.  it's 11:30.) breakfast is starting to sound good.  cold pizza anyone? -jac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95558798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95558798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95558798' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95486799</id><published>2003-06-09T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T17:28:42.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks for waking me out of a sound sleep last night, guys. I REALLY appreciated that one...No, really, I'm glad you guys called. But I don't want to take any grief for being in bed at 10 cause I have not been sleeping (for reasons I'm sure you can guess).Anyway, not a whole lot to say...or that I am telling.;-P~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95486799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95486799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95486799' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95435819</id><published>2003-06-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T13:51:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>church was (again) boring today.  don't get me wrong, i love my pastor!  but it was boring.  plus it was hard to sit there and listen with Z next to me and we're both making comments about many things i shall not blog about.  heh.  pardon us while we run screaming from the room.  tee hee!or it could be that we were up till 2am singing all the songs we could think of.  our voices suck that late </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95435819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95435819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95435819' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95419659</id><published>2003-06-07T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T17:58:53.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you guys soooo much. I wouldn't have made it this far if it wasn't for...well, God. But He put you both in my life for a reason. I don't know, I don't think today should celebrate me. I think I should celebrate that I am a alive, and I have friends like you guys.Mighty wanted to buy me a guitar, but I told him not to. I did get a 4 hour phone call from him.;) We didn't talk about anything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95419659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95419659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95419659' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95409959</id><published>2003-06-07T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T10:58:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!wow.  so what, you're 19 now?  19 and in love.  what a happy day. *wink* :)  get anything awesome from mighty?  keep your line open tomorrow, i wanna call, kk?   ya know, the normal sunday chat.  (ha ha!)  and i'm sure z will wanna talk at ya too. ;)we love ya, girl!  OP would not be OP without you.happy birthday!jac and z</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95409959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95409959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95409959' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95398363</id><published>2003-06-06T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T22:13:16.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-in need of a tittle-but isn't every song a dumb song? yeah isn't every day another dread?and yeah this is just a dumb songwe'd rather be asleep in bed!just one more dumb song,for all of us to singjust one more for the bandand for the road.la la sing sing sing!just one more dumb songnot about some stupid crushor boy you hateor crime you must... bust!it's just la la lasing sing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95398363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95398363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95398363' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95397896</id><published>2003-06-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T21:55:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hullo world.  hmm, coffee sounds good right about now.  then again, it always does.  i know, i know.  i'm suppose to be on that stupid diet and when lara leaves i'll get back on.  BAH.it's been great having lara here.  kate!  we have some wicked hardcore songs.  ya know that b-day song lara wrote?  yeah, she's reworked it a little bit and oh guuuuy.  it's gunna rock.  having z here has really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95397896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95397896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95397896' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95351484</id><published>2003-06-05T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T18:51:42.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here it is...this is the best I could do. Ya'll don't laugh.;-) Love is Blind v1)Can't believe that any of this happened,Even though I've waited for so long.Something that surrounds you is magical.And you've put a spell on me,Yeah, you've put a spell on me. Everything about you is beautiful,And in my eyes you're never wrong.And if it's true that love is blinding,Then I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95351484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95351484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95351484' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95324426</id><published>2003-06-05T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T05:50:34.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks, z. I actually remembered last night. I went for a walk to clear my head, and it was like, "Oh yeah!"Scariest thing in the world: Falling in love with your best (um, guy obviously) friend, and having no idea what he may be thinking about you.Scarier thing: Having him tell you he feels the same way.Coolest thing: Finding the answer to the question, "What is love?" All the stories are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95324426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95324426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95324426' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95314308</id><published>2003-06-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T20:54:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Matt.Awww we love ya Kate!!!  And your current assignment must involve "love is blind" somewhere.  I just learned of this assignment ... so I'll get busy too.  There she goes again (Jac) making rules and never telling us.(This is from Lara, btw, on J's sn.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95314308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95314308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95314308' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95302296</id><published>2003-06-04T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T14:54:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude, don't stress...and hey, when we were talking yesterday, what was the thing we were all going to write songs about? Um, I can't remember...*heh* My mind isn't working right.Well, I hope that you two are having fun. I feel soooo left out!~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95302296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95302296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95302296' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95217282</id><published>2003-06-02T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T19:11:33.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crap.  could you all could pray for me?  life sucks right now.  i'm having some strange heath problems and i have to go on friggin diet thingie.  BRAT.  Banana, Rice, Applesauce and Toast.  don't laugh.  it's all true.  :-P  (although in all honesty, i'm pretty sure it's just stress.  when i stress out i get sick).  kk, that's the other thing.  my college is giving me shit!  i don't wanna get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95217282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95217282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95217282' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95173265</id><published>2003-06-01T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T19:27:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm one step closer to the edgeover and in way to deepsomeone please save me from thisand you know you cani'm one step closer to tomorrowcloser and day break comessomeone please save me nowand you know you cani'm one step closer to youto be with you forever and eversomeone please save my heartand you know you canyou know you canyou're the only one who can.duuude.  i could go on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95173265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95173265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95173265' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95171448</id><published>2003-06-01T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T18:34:30.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Z, you are going to make me cry...I am one step closer to the edge.LI LOVES M!There. At least I got my side out.~Li~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95171448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95171448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95171448' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-95168042</id><published>2003-06-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T16:43:02.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey!  i just read this on your 'other site'.  dude!  i love it and well, the story line in there is awesome, girl.  sniff.-jac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95168042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95168042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95168042' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95163383</id><published>2003-06-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::Lara comes out of the shadows to post - what is this? - a song?  Nay, it has no music.  So it's just lyrics so far.::This Girl and This BoySit down beside me,I shall tell you a story.A few days together,This girl and this boy.Was it love at first sight?No one could tell.Blissful, serene, delirious,Infatuation?  Swell.For the girl, it happenedJust a mite too quickly.The boy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95163383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95163383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95163383' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-95161870</id><published>2003-06-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T12:53:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, i wrote an awesome Jenn Knapp song in church today.  i'll post it sometime after i do some rewrite on it.  when i say Jenn Knapp i mean it's (in my head anyway) a style a lot like hers.  cuz let's face it, she rocks! :)Z, whassup with Chris' band?  and has he finished my song?  tell him i still wanna hear it.  you remember, don't ya, Li?  it's the song i wrote for you, well, one of many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95161870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95161870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95161870' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95161605</id><published>2003-06-01T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T12:42:58.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good for you, Z.  somone needed to say it.  er, scream it. *wink*  i'm soooo happy for them.  aren't ye? :)Li, i leave this in your capable hands to put music to it, since ya love it so much.  :)tittle: Closed for Constructionband: Orange Paper 1.)It's a hard, lonely place inside yourselfSo why don't you let me in, why won't you let me in?Can't heal your hurts from outside inLet me be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95161605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95161605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95161605' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-95127040</id><published>2003-05-31T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T11:23:32.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::SHOUTS FROM THE ROOFTOP::M LOVES LI!!!!There.  All done.  ::wipes hands::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95127040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95127040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95127040' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441554917142602175</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-3850979.post-95014756</id><published>2003-05-28T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T18:17:24.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if I have something to shout on the roof top or not. I don't know what to say...he found some paper, and he told me that he wanted to say so much more than he said. But he left me with this question: Is there more?The real question is are either of us willing to put our hearts on the line? This is the first time either of us have ever been involved in anything like this, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95014756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/95014756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95014756' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-94943614</id><published>2003-05-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T08:31:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think someone has some good news to shout from the roof top.  eh, Li? *wink*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94943614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94943614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94943614' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-94928970</id><published>2003-05-26T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T23:26:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt;...how you wake up one day and realize that all you wanted was right in front of you the whole time, and you wasted time looking for what you thought it would be, and all the while it was there. *sigh* What else have I missed out on?&lt;&lt; dude, that is so simple and yet we as human just never seem to get it.  we have all we need to be happy in this world.  family, friends, food, fortresses, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94928970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94928970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94928970' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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-3850979.post-94894051</id><published>2003-05-26T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T05:28:26.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BELIEVE ME when I say that when you are in love with someone, and he loves you back, and your gonna get hitched, you're going to want to shout it at the top of your lungs...ok, maybe not. I dunno!Actually, now that I think about it, it's more fun to just keep people guessing. ;-p Let them think what they want to cause they are going to anyway...No, Orange Paper must live on! Any Pansy can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94894051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94894051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94894051' title=''/><author><name>Li</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688843445447960990</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-3850979.post-94870395</id><published>2003-05-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T22:41:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy crap.  church was boring today.  not the service, just church in general.  another dumb announcement about more peeps strappin' on the ball and chain.  why do they do that?!  why do they stand up in front of everyone and announce it that way?  'just to let you all know we are getting married, not that you couldn't tell cuz we've been drooling over each other for months now anyway'.  why not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94870395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3850979/posts/default/94870395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangepaper.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94870395' title=''/><author><name>Jacquet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09573353938380029517</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>
