﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>SilverRoar16's Xanga</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from SilverRoar16</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Hm</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/471568742/hm/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/471568742/hm/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 01:56:39 GMT</pubDate><description>*sniffs* I am restless.</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/471568742/hm/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Valentines Day</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/443362927/valentines-day/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/443362927/valentines-day/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 02:27:47 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/get-real.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/" target="_new"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/443362927/valentines-day/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Why does she have a horn?</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/442082682/why-does-she-have-a-horn/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/442082682/why-does-she-have-a-horn/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 23:27:20 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=5718" target="_new"&gt;&lt;font size = "+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of Goth are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/5718/cache_res2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = "+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antiquity Goth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antiquity Goth...Inside you feel sad, and don't know why. Most of all, you would have loved to live a few centuries ago, when girls were holy and men had to fight in the war. You love to read and write. People like you for you calmness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com" target="_new"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/442082682/why-does-she-have-a-horn/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, January 18, 2006</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/428180436/item/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/428180436/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2006 15:25:58 GMT</pubDate><description>Ha, no one uses this thing any more.</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/428180436/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 01, 2005</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/378707163/item/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/378707163/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 15:05:30 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;"I none mate, no, kin have known&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;None may claim me as his own,"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;One is one and all alone, it must be.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Just wish I could ask why without knowing the answer.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/378707163/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, October 18, 2005</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/369828218/item/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/369828218/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 14:54:03 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Another Shift.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;A bloody roar.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/369828218/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, September 23, 2005</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/353256023/item/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/353256023/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 02:28:34 GMT</pubDate><description>Like it said in my last blog, last summer my aunt was diagnosed with cancer, and doctors weren’t sure if it was malignant or not. She went into operation and they were able to remove it, and after a few weeks they could not find a trace of a cancerous cell within her. A few weeks ago she began to feel ill, and today she went in to have some extreme tests done. They found that cancer may have spread through out her abdomen, and it may be terminal. I wish they’d found it before, and I do not understand how they did not see or prevent this, but I do not blame them. If you had grown up with her like I had you would know what a wonderful person she is. I cannot think of anyone that would wish her ill, or even dislike her more than a pinch. She’s so very sweet, and I grew up with her, she’s like another mother to me. We all love everything about her. From the way she calls fountains faucets, to the way she can cheer you up whenever you’re down. We love the fact that’s she can be a bit air headed, and despise the fact that not everyone in the world can't have a chance to know her.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If...if you could spare one thought, one shimmer of hope that she pulls through, I would be so insanely grateful. And to those that have already wished my aunt good luck, I thank you from the bottom of my hear.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/AndrasSong/marip.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/AndrasSong/mari_dayp.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b68/AndrasSong/mari_coolp.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/353256023/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, August 25, 2005</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/334422196/item/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/334422196/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 17:11:42 GMT</pubDate><description>They must be gathered, brought to one place. Then they shall be released. They will cover the Earth, wake it. The stars will Call, the Moon will sing, the maker of Sun and Flame will spread crimson wings and stretch talons of blood and obsidion.The Wind will roar, and see with eyes of lightning. Water's coils will wrap the world, rivers once dead will refill, the Sea shall once again only belong to Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed and sought,&lt;br /&gt;By Magic wrought,&lt;br /&gt;Release.</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/334422196/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, August 12, 2005</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/325566363/item/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/325566363/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2005 19:43:52 GMT</pubDate><description>9 Things People Hate About Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know&lt;br /&gt;where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch&lt;br /&gt;when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire&lt;br /&gt;room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change&lt;br /&gt;the channel manually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too".&lt;br /&gt;Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it&lt;br /&gt;is. Why the hell would you keep lo oking after you've found it? Do&lt;br /&gt;people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser,&lt;br /&gt;I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me&lt;br /&gt;a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new,&lt;br /&gt;then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement,&lt;br /&gt;then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest&lt;br /&gt;damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come&lt;br /&gt;yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;br /&gt;</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/325566363/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, August 08, 2005</title><link>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/322226142/item/</link><guid>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/322226142/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 06:15:32 GMT</pubDate><description>Ways to Cope with Stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jam miniature marshmallows up your nose and sneeze &lt;br /&gt; them out. See how many you can do at a time. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2. Use your Mastercard to pay your Visa and &lt;br /&gt; vice-versa. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3. Pop some popcorn without putting the lid on. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4. When someone says "have a nice day", tell them you &lt;br /&gt; have other plans. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5. Make a list of things to do that you have already &lt;br /&gt; done. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;6. Dance naked in front of your pets. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;7. Put your toddler's clothes on backwards and send &lt;br /&gt; him to pre-school as if nothing is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;8. Fill out your tax form using Roman Numerals. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;9. Leaf through "National Geographic"  and draw &lt;br /&gt; underwear on the natives. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;10. Tattoo "Out to Lunch" on your forehead. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;11. Go shopping. Buy everything. Sweat in it. Return &lt;br /&gt; it the next day. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;12. Pay your electric bill in pennies. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;13. Drive to work in reverse. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;14. Sit naked on a shelled hard-boiled egg. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;15. Polish your car with earwax. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;16. Read the dictionary upside down and look for &lt;br /&gt; secret messages. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;17. Start a nasty rumor and see if you recognize it &lt;br /&gt; when it comes back to you. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;18. Braid the hairs in each nostril. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;19. Stare at people through the lines of a fork and &lt;br /&gt; pretend they're in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer Biscuit Wanted for Attempted Murder (actual headline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws, and while&lt;br /&gt;there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people&lt;br /&gt;noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes&lt;br /&gt;closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One customer who had been&lt;br /&gt;at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed&lt;br /&gt;that Lisa's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange.&lt;br /&gt;He asked her if she was okay and Lisa replied that she'd been shot in the back&lt;br /&gt;of the head, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour. The man called&lt;br /&gt;the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Lisa&lt;br /&gt;refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found&lt;br /&gt;that Lisa had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise&lt;br /&gt;that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her&lt;br /&gt;head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and&lt;br /&gt;thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered and&lt;br /&gt;tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to&lt;br /&gt;her aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is blonde.</description><comments>http://silverroar16.xanga.com/322226142/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>