<?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-8153264151289790051</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:51:31.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ramblings of That Rocker Chick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364282129493625021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.tinypic.com/6hhr0ud.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153264151289790051.post-6120584369895571761</id><published>2009-11-09T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:44:50.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note...</title><content type='html'>David Cook is freaking amazing &amp;amp; so is the rest of the Anthemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am now an official Word Nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Marie Groce aka WN#3747&lt;br /&gt;Serendipitous Southern Dancer Word Nerd&lt;br /&gt;Keeper of "Heaven Dipped in Deep Fried Batter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153264151289790051-6120584369895571761?l=thatrockerchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6120584369895571761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/6120584369895571761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/6120584369895571761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-note.html' title='Just a note...'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364282129493625021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.tinypic.com/6hhr0ud.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153264151289790051.post-4640734863230715993</id><published>2009-10-07T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:31:47.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something Heavenly (Whatever You're Doing) - Sanctus Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZayut9i45M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZayut9i45M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time for healing time to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to fix what's been broken too long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time make right what has been wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to find my way to where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a wave that's crashing over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can do is surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like chaos somehow there's peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to surrender to what I can't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm giving in to something heavenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time for a milestone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to begin again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Revaluate who I really am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I doing everything to follow your will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just climbing aimlessly over these hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So show me what it is you want from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give everything I surrender...To...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to face up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean this old house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to breathe in and let everything out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I've wanted to say for so many years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to to release all my held back tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like chaos but I believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're up to something bigger than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Larger than life something heavenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever you're doing inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like chaos but now I can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This something bigger than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Larger than life something heavenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something heavenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to face up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clean this old house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time breathe in and let everything out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153264151289790051-4640734863230715993?l=thatrockerchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4640734863230715993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-heavenly-whatever-youre-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/4640734863230715993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/4640734863230715993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-heavenly-whatever-youre-doing.html' title='A Song for you'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364282129493625021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.tinypic.com/6hhr0ud.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153264151289790051.post-3608235346783565315</id><published>2009-08-29T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:52:54.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of working before my 2 weeks off. I won't have my laptop for those two weeks, but I don't even care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band practice tonight for KidsPort tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night...&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll have a ball&lt;br /&gt;If we get down &amp;amp; go out &amp;amp; just loose it all&lt;br /&gt;I feel f-ing stressed out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let it go&lt;br /&gt;Lets go way out spaced out &amp;amp; loose all control"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elle {that RockerChick}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153264151289790051-3608235346783565315?l=thatrockerchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3608235346783565315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/3608235346783565315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/3608235346783565315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364282129493625021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.tinypic.com/6hhr0ud.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153264151289790051.post-2824516523864512348</id><published>2009-08-27T21:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:18:45.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I just wanted to say that that last post is the first "outpour" writing I've done in forever that I've been perfectly happy with the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks, but that's nothing new. I really should be working now becaus I only have two days to get a mountain of work done &amp;amp; if someone in the house finds me doing this instead I'm in more than major Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really had to share that I am so incredibly dissapointed in myself right now. I am seriously so "Falling in the Black" (skillet song) &amp;amp; it's really getting to me. I need to vent majorly. List Time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;School. I already said it but it's totally #1 so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;I MISS MY BFF SOOOOOO BADLY!! I haven't seen her since january &amp;amp; haven't heard from her in a month or so. Which is not unusual, but still. I wan to be a normal chick who actually talks to her BFF on a regular basis for ONCE. &amp;amp; it's not her fault totally, its just not the greatest situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;My grandma (&amp;amp; everyone else) is going nuts over moving funiture around, which is one of my fave things to do. &amp;amp; I can't help because of stupid school. They've been doing this all night &amp;amp; I've been trying to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;I'm back in imaginary land mentally. Where I obssess over things &amp;amp; have such amazing dreams that I can't help but think about them &amp;amp; what would happen if it were true after i wake up. I have no clue why I do this to myself &amp;amp; I'm starting to second guess my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; I am withdrawing again, after making so much progress in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&gt;Worst of all I've been stress eating like crazy. &amp;amp; I totally hate myself for it. Haven't been consistently puttin in my food but I've been crazy tempted to throw up a meal or two in the past week. I'm totally disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE THISSSSS!!!!!!!! &amp;amp; I WANT OUT NOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, don't worry I'm not gonna do anything stupid, there's too much at stake to quit now. I'm just REALLY wanting to regress back into old habits. I want to go to bed &amp;amp; wake up on Sunday morning with all my school done &amp;amp; decent grades, ready to rock out w/ the band. I am looking foward to that quite a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay I HAVE to get back to work before I get busted, so off I go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beaucoup d'Amour {Much Love}, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elle {That RockerChick}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153264151289790051-2824516523864512348?l=thatrockerchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2824516523864512348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-just-wanted-to-say-that-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/2824516523864512348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/2824516523864512348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-just-wanted-to-say-that-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364282129493625021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.tinypic.com/6hhr0ud.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153264151289790051.post-2346044356003705927</id><published>2009-08-27T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:53:30.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>like, now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s210.photobucket.com/albums/bb246/philipmisty/?action=view&amp;amp;current=marker-card.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn’t matter how many days go by. Every time her stress level reaches its peak, every time she reaches a new low, her mind goes straight to the basket on her dresser. It holds the knife. The knife whose blade has “helped” her drown her sorrows a thousand times before. That blade that left scars on more than just her body. She always thinks of it, though it hasn’t moved from its plain sight hiding place in over a year. She’s forced herself not to depend on it, out of fear more than anything else. But she has not learned new ways to deal with her pain. Or maybe she has, but she chooses to hold it in all the same. She still feels like she has no one to trust, least of all herself. Maybe some of the ways she deals with it now are just as bad as the knife, but more acceptable. Maybe the mixture of blood and tears is better than the alternatives she’s finding. Maybe. But maybe not. She’s not sure of that just yet, she may never be. For now she will attempt, once again, to forget about the knife. To resist its addictive pull. Reminding herself that it only ends in tears and disappointment. But no matter how many times she says no, she always thinks of it. Every single time. ~ me, Do NOT palgarize my work! Esp. this. I may allow you use it but ask 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153264151289790051-2346044356003705927?l=thatrockerchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2346044356003705927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/2346044356003705927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/2346044356003705927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-now.html' title='like, now...'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364282129493625021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.tinypic.com/6hhr0ud.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153264151289790051.post-701778559055608148</id><published>2009-08-18T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:34:52.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I go again. Attempting to get my life "together". This time with a whole new set of reasons and motivations and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; old challenges. I usually begin by rehashing my story, full of excuses and "woe is me" moments, but not this time. This time, the past is gone. All I remember is the lessons I've learned. And now I shall move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is seriously me rambling. It's good to get things off your chest, &amp;amp; technology makes that quite easy these days. SO here's my outlet to do such. K?! So if anyone actually reads this... well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; be a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually am making a lot of changes. I'm trying to get healthy, which is going to include losing a considerable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ammount&lt;/span&gt; of weight (130 lbs.). Also I feel myself slipping back into the fake person I used to be, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thas&lt;/span&gt; not good, so I'm working on that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about several things happening in my life in the next few months. Next month my youth group is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carowinds&lt;/span&gt; for the Skillet &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BarlowGirl&lt;/span&gt; concert!! &amp;amp; in October my awesome Cousin Megan is coming down from Indiana &amp;amp; we (along w/ my parents....) are going to the SC state fair!!!!!!!!! Why would I be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited about the fair? Because Friday the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tobyMac&lt;/span&gt; concert &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is.......... the &lt;strong&gt;DAVID COOK&lt;/strong&gt; concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm kinda a big fan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Search "David Cook Banter" or "David Cook Pork Beans" on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; you'll see why he so awesome, he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hillarious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anybody that knows a concert I can go to in November, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that'd&lt;/span&gt; mean I'd have one or more concerts a month for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;.... January! Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work I go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elle {a.k.a - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thatrockerchick&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153264151289790051-701778559055608148?l=thatrockerchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/feeds/701778559055608148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-here-i-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/701778559055608148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153264151289790051/posts/default/701778559055608148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatrockerchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-here-i-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05364282129493625021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.tinypic.com/6hhr0ud.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
