<?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-5246304</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:37.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the world needs now, is love, sweet love.</title><subtitle type='html'>Learn to love life because life goes on.  No matter how you try to stop it.  It'll keep going.  So just learn to love it and go with the flow.

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246304.post-95131842</id><published>2003-05-31T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T14:38:34.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there... what's up yo?  Haha.  Lately I've been blogging/upsaiding elsewhere.  I really didn't like this blog.  But I'm learning to love it because I've fixed it just a bit.  Hehe.  Y'all think its pretty?  Hehe... show me love, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-95131842?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/95131842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/95131842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95131842' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-95131472</id><published>2003-05-31T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T14:22:39.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're really gonna miss my blogs now... cause look -- &lt;a href="http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com"&gt;SuMMeR KiDS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, luv you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-95131472?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/95131472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/95131472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95131472' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-94387702</id><published>2003-05-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T06:23:03.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upsaid.com/missducky"&gt;Yeh miss my blogs yet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-94387702?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94387702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94387702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94387702' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-94079937</id><published>2003-05-09T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T16:47:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tedelton/1039940921_turesrogue.jpg" border="0" alt="rogue"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Rogue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sexy and strong willed, and able to take on&lt;br&gt;just about anyone.  You long for a serious&lt;br&gt;relationship, but whenever you begin to get&lt;br&gt;close to someone things always seem to take&lt;br&gt;turns for the worse.  But you have dealt with&lt;br&gt;this lack of closeness with an almost constant&lt;br&gt;flirtacious behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tedelton/quizzes/Which%20X-Men%20character%20are%20you%20most%20like%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which X-Men character are you most like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribolum.com/tests/marvellove"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribolum.com/tests/marvellove/rogue.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which Star-Crossed Marvel Lover Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i always hafta be rogue... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-94079937?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94079937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94079937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94079937' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-94077533</id><published>2003-05-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T15:41:35.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna put: "To all the sexy guys out there: ni yo shao gi gi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheheheh... a lil' somethin' somethin' for yah.  Hahaha.  Funny stuff... that's if you know what it means!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-94077533?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94077533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94077533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94077533' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-94049449</id><published>2003-05-09T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T06:17:24.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;I feel crappy...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sh!t guys.  Maybe it's because it's that freakin' time of the month.  Augh, sorry, too much info, eh?  Well, I'm getting these really really bad cramps guys.  And I'm supposed to take that freakin' AP exam today.  [Thanks for wishing me luck, Frisko.  Good luck to yah Scoot².]  I will try to shoot for a "5"... but I doubt I'll even get a 3, =P.  &lt;i&gt;Think positive think positive, Kat.&lt;/i&gt;  Uhms, today is gonna be hell, I'm not even supposed to be online.  I'm supposed to be finishing my Literature Circle packet and studying for my AP exam.  Aww, hell.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;This weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna be hella boring, too.&lt;br /&gt;What I have planned:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday | 0900 JFK Library&lt;br /&gt;1600 Mall?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday | 1100 Mass/Em&lt;br /&gt;[Have fun in Tahoe Frisko!!  I know you're gonna have a fun weekend!  Tell my sister, hi.  Gah, wish I was comin' with yah, but I gotta study for another AP exam, BIO.  Yuck.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-94049449?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94049449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94049449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94049449' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-94018439</id><published>2003-05-08T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T06:06:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ x ] Prom Dress&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Prom Shoes&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Prom &lt;a href="http://macys.com"&gt;Bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Prom &lt;a href="http://maccosmetics.com"&gt;MakeUp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Prom Up-Do &lt;a href="http://styles101.homestead.com/howto2.html"&gt;Hair&lt;/a&gt;-Do &lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Prom &lt;a href="http://cahwinkydink.blogspot.com"&gt;Date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all SET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks for everything DEARIE... You're very sweet.  Don't lose that!  YAAKA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-94018439?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94018439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94018439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94018439' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-94016078</id><published>2003-05-08T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T15:22:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Man, no me entiendes!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty shitty | crappy | stupid... You take your pick, I'm too busy thinkin to choose one. -_- Why won't the damn world leave me alone!!  Why do I always have to have some person trying to piss me off?  What the hell is this?  Piss Katrina Off Bethel High?!?!??! Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk...  Take those damn sticks out your asses people!  I'm seriously sick and tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the free world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-94016078?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94016078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94016078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94016078' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-94006813</id><published>2003-05-08T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T15:07:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*B1TCH BL0G*  -- didn't get to read it?  Click &lt;a href="http://thatstoobad"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular blog is *CENSORED*... It's only for the privileged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-94006813?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94006813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/94006813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94006813' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93828234</id><published>2003-05-05T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T16:00:16.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;As of today&lt;br /&gt;Today I really need to get my shit straight.  My grades are so fuck-up right now.  And I can't find my damn presentation for Ms. Dunkin's class and I'm first tomorrow.  Dammit!  Well, right now I'm kinda just mellowing out enjoying the first day of NO SWIM PRACTICE -- although, I do miss those fun days.  I gotta get that Biology and History grade up.  Dammit!! The agony and stress of fuckin' school.  [Excuse my language.]  So, uhm, I think since I have the extra time afterschool, I need to really get my shit straight and straighten up because I would hate to fuck this year up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;I have been single for a little over a year now.  Isn't that amazing??  Hahaha, it feels kinda lonely on the other side.  I don't know... I think I'll stay here for a while.  I don't think I'm anywhere close to or in the process of getting a boyfriend.  Not sure, but what happens, happens.  Yup.  Although I can handle it solo, sometimes... you just need that special somebody.  That someone to hold you when the world is crumbling down on you and make everything be okay again.  Sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93828234?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93828234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93828234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93828234' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93714294</id><published>2003-05-03T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T11:53:02.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&gt;Looking back on YESTERDAY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELs... was so sucky.  It was cold, windy, rainy, shiver-y... and all those other words &lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;Scooter &lt;/a&gt;has chosen to describe it.  Gah, I hated MELs... I think MELs are just to measure how bad you are compared to all the "good" swimmers.  Augh.  Anyways, I was mostly competing in the first HEATS -- yehno, the slowest heats.  And yet, I still didn't manage to at least be 1st place.  Hah!  Well, I managed to be 32nd place... OUT OF 33 PEOPLE!! Augh.  My 2 events were spaced SO FAR APART!!  It was the very FIRST (200 Free) and the very LAST event (100 Breast).  Gah.  Oh well.  At least in between I got to talk to people I haven't talked to in a while -- Donny, Brendan, Rory, Shannon, Natalie, etc.  Anyways... &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko &lt;/a&gt;I certainly hope you're doing fine, dear.  I don't expect you to tell me everything that's on your mind... but I do care about you, and I hope you'll at least open up to someone.  If not me, then at least someone you can trust.  Okay?  Keep your head up!  And, I'm here if you wanna talk about it, okay?  I'm always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&gt;Today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to sleep in until about 9:30.  Then I drove the family to this little restaurant on Broadway called "Uncle Sam's".  I ate some -- MMMMM -- TOCINO and TAPA.  Very gewd.  Hah!  Then I called my twin to 1- Ask him about the boutteniere, corsage, and garter and 2-Wish him luck on SATs.  Yups... but all I got was his answering machine.  I'm gonna call him later though to ask him how his SATs went.  Yup.  I'm at the JFK library right now, supposedly studying, but I can't.  URgh, and I got a whole sh*tload full of emails from these people from &lt;a href="http://uccp.org"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UCCP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asking who I was and why I was getting emailed?  WTF?!?  Oh well, I put 'em on block list.  Hahahaha.  How nice eh?  But right now I have to check out a book for my BR 6.  Okay then... I guess I'll write more later... I love you good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y.A.&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;.K.A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93714294?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93714294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93714294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93714294' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93593949</id><published>2003-05-01T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T15:08:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;I'm so fickle.&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide what to title my blog.  &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;Scooter&lt;/a&gt; have their very catchy titles... "Life's up and downs" and "What do you live for?"  Very very creative writers...  So anyways, I don't know what to call my blog.  I've titled it, "| MoViNG oN |", "LiFe GoeS oN", and I forgot my very first title, unfortunately -- oh wait it was "Daily Routine...".  So if you're a regular visitor to my blog, please excuse all the name changing.  If you're not cool with the changing of names... WELL THAT'S TOO BAD, DEAL WITH IT!! Hahhaha, just kidding... I love you, or do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Happy May Day!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what yesterday was?  My &lt;a href="http://cahwinkydink.blogspot.com"&gt;twix &lt;/a&gt;told me it was "30th of April"...  Yehno from the Ataris song -- "Looking Back On Today".  KeWL dOOdS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To all my friends [when "it" finally happens]:&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here today &lt;br /&gt;Apartment 108 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ll always keep you in my heart. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson is cold tonight &lt;br /&gt;The leaves are scattered on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss the seasons in the comfort of your smile&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this song feels like a dream&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for someone just to wake me up (wake me up) from this life.&lt;br /&gt;As I look out on these fairgrounds&lt;br /&gt;I remember how our family split apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don’t think I ever told you &lt;br /&gt;But I know you always did your best &lt;br /&gt;And the hard times that only made us stronger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As I sit here all alone&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I’m supposed to carry on &lt;br /&gt;When &lt;s&gt;you’re&lt;/s&gt;[edit: "I'm"] gone. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ll never be the same without you &lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you will ever know. &lt;br /&gt;So maybe now you finally know &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we’re helpless and alone&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t let it keep you weighted down. &lt;br /&gt;You must go on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever feel like crying? &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like giving up?&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands up towards the sky &lt;br /&gt;I say this prayer for you tonight &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because nothing is impossible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here all alone, I wonder how I’m supposed to carry on when you’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same without you, I love you more than you will ever know. &lt;br /&gt;So maybe now you finally know: sometimes we’re helpless and alone, but you can’t let it keep you weighted down. &lt;br /&gt;You must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part isn’t finding what we need to be, it’s being content with who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93593949?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93593949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93593949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93593949' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93559379</id><published>2003-04-30T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:59:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Updated&lt;br /&gt;- ??/?? | "IT" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- 04/14 to 04/18 | Spring Break!! &lt;br /&gt;- 04/19 | WSI (900-1600) &lt;br /&gt;- 04/19 | Family get-together/potluck @ San Mateo (1600-2300) &lt;br /&gt;- 04/24 | Swim meet v. Hogan (We need timers and we better win guys!) &lt;br /&gt;- 04/26 | Sacramento Convention (0700-000) &lt;br /&gt;- 04/30 | Frisko's 17th birthday&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- 05/02 | MELs&lt;br /&gt;- 05/09 | Grandfather's birthday | AP History Exam&lt;br /&gt;- 05/12 | AP Biology Exam&lt;br /&gt;- 05/16 | Prom - w00t w00t &lt;br /&gt;- 05/17 | Pacific Islands Dinner @ SBS &lt;br /&gt;- 06/20 | End of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93559379?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93559379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93559379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93559379' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93559222</id><published>2003-04-30T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:54:22.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanna grant me a wish, or two?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 | Digital Camera, the one that's as thin as a credit card almost.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Nokia 3650&lt;br /&gt;03 | Laptop&lt;br /&gt;04 | Lipsmackers -- Cotton Candy&lt;br /&gt;05 | Goody - Ouchless hair ties&lt;br /&gt;06 | A boyfriend!! Gah!! (I don't think I need this one that much, though.)&lt;br /&gt;07 | Silver Gameboy Advance SP and Mario Kart &lt;br /&gt;08 | Body Hug Pillow&lt;br /&gt;09 | Massage&lt;br /&gt;10 | Joshua Daniel Hartnett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93559222?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93559222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93559222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93559222' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93558677</id><published>2003-04-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:47:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Things to do:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Academics List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise up AP Biology grade&lt;br /&gt;Take and PASS AP Exams: Biology and US History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Power Point presentation for Ms. Dunkin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pass WSI test&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Get/pass SAT scores (Woohoo, 1200!! Yeah baby!!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extracurricular List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELs | Friday, 8:30 - 3:30!!&lt;br /&gt;Order and buy boutonnière and garter for Mark, my promdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Buy makeup | or get it done by &lt;a href="http://maccosmetics.com"&gt;M A C&lt;/a&gt; or other. | Nails? | Hair?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Mike's money | Give to Frisko for ticket&lt;br /&gt;Find ride to Prom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93558677?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93558677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93558677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93558677' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93557314</id><published>2003-04-30T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T15:16:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p ALIGN="Center"&gt;Song : A Moment Like This &lt;br /&gt;Artist : Kelly Clarkson &lt;br /&gt;Album :  [Unknown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I told you&lt;br /&gt;It was all meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me? &lt;br /&gt;Would you agree?&lt;br /&gt;It's almost that feeling, &lt;br /&gt;We've met before.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you love has come here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment like this &lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;For a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;Some people search forever&lt;br /&gt;For that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't believe its happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes but beauty remains&lt;br /&gt;Something so tender&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Well I may be dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;but still lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Can't we make this dream last forever&lt;br /&gt;And I'll cherish all the love we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment like this &lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;For a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;Some people search forever&lt;br /&gt;For that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't believe its happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know that you will catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;like this&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;Some people search forever for that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't belive it's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search forever for that one special kiss&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't believe its happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this...&lt;br /&gt;oooohh...like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remembering the reason I live for... &lt;br /&gt;I live for the memories I cherish in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 26, 2003 @ 8:00pm - Sacramento Convention | Dance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93557314?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93557314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93557314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93557314' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93529794</id><published>2003-04-30T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T06:51:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Last night, I didn't get to sleep at all... [Oh... No.]&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave me a 2-hour long lecture about letting them know about MELs and being "MATURE" and adultlike.  Freakin' A dude.  They made me cry my eyes out.  So therefore today my eyes are really poofy and red.  Thanks alot parentals, thanks a lot.  Whatever I said to try to defend my side, was -- you guessed it -- WRONG!!  Gah, stupid lectures.  They criticized everything I've been doing.  So much for support.  Freakin hypocrites.  They support me when everything is good, but when I get a low  grade for one class, all support is gone.  Gah, I give up dude.  There I was sitting in my bed at 12:00am, still crying my eyes out 30 minutes after the lecture was over, and all I could think about was giving up.  Thank goodness I asked myself that "What do you live for?" question a couple days earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of them when I ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I &lt;i&gt;guess &lt;/i&gt;I'm doing good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scooter &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Any of you guys know what the entire schedule for MELs are?  And what time we're 'pose to be there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93529794?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93529794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93529794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93529794' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93529751</id><published>2003-04-30T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T06:49:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&gt;Go &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;it's your birthday. We gon' party like i's yo' birthday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size = "7"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY, FRANCISCO!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, dear Frisko.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;-- And many more. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Y.A.&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;.K.A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93529751?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93529751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93529751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93529751' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93465086</id><published>2003-04-29T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T12:17:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fuzzylogic/1051610429_Trashchild.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x87022a4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;jeans: you just want to be comfortable with&lt;br&gt;everything in life.  you don't mind being&lt;br&gt;indoors or outdoors, in the city or in the&lt;br&gt;country.  in fact you don't really mind&lt;br&gt;anything at all.  you're pretty well adjusted&lt;br&gt;and happy moving with the currents of life.&lt;br&gt;you are confident about yourself and don't&lt;br&gt;really care if people don't like you as long as&lt;br&gt;you like yourself.  your happy go lucky and&lt;br&gt;complacent attitude often leads people to&lt;br&gt;wonder how you survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fuzzylogic/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20clothing%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of clothing are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93465086?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93465086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93465086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93465086' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93464323</id><published>2003-04-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T06:42:13.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Life is GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Whew... Yesterday was one of the best days of my life.  Man, I don't know how many times I prayed to say thank you -- not that I'm complaining about praying, yehno?  Well, yeah, yesterday was kinda like a gift that was given to me.  Let's see.  First the day started off with not that much homework due to the CAT 6 testing -- if that test is good for anything, it's less homework given out.  Then, I got my SAT scores offline and guess what??? I got a 1200!! Ohmigosh that is like a once-in-a-lifetime kinda thing.  I didn't think I was capable of a grade like that.  Got a 630 in Math Section and a 570 in Verbal Section.  Woohoo!! Par-tay!  [Ahahahahahaah.]  Then after that, I passed my WSI final exam!! Wooooooooo!!! I'm getting a 5% increase and I was able to better my strokes!! Woohoo!!  Then I got 2 emails from my good friend!!  Wow!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days that I live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Slowly, ever slowly, I learn to move on with your help and guiding hand."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93464323?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93464323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93464323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93464323' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93266280</id><published>2003-04-25T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T15:40:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you live for?&lt;/i&gt;  [Updated]&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of things that I actually realized today, after some long hours of thinking, that I live for.  &lt;br /&gt;1 | I live for my family, even if they irritate me sometimes, I still love 'em and would hate to see them hurt if I ever died.&lt;br /&gt;2 | I live for my religion, being thankful for God creating me.&lt;br /&gt;3 | I live for my friends like Francisco and Mark M.  They're the ones that keep it real for me.  They've been with me since freshmen year and I'm so thankful for them.  Thanks guys, sorry if I piss you guys off at times.&lt;br /&gt;4 | I live to see another day that will hopefully bring me more happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those are the things I live for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Reasoning&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has those kind of moods where you feel helpless and low.  I'm getting better now.  Occasionally I get those moods, and I don't know how to control 'em.  But yeah, anyways, I don't know.  I'm getting better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93266280?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93266280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93266280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93266280' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93238038</id><published>2003-04-25T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T15:37:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&gt;sorry i frustrate you... or make you hate me&lt;br /&gt;but, i really have no reason to live for... except for my religion, because i'm not allowed to kill anyone/or anything... if you want,  &lt;b&gt;you can help me and kill me&lt;/b&gt; if i aggravate you...  i'm sorry.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93238038?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93238038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93238038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93238038' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93193021</id><published>2003-04-24T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T15:37:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Augh, please don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school right now, only 2 1/2 more periods of this torture.  I really am despising school.  Forever and ever.  (amehn, hahha).  I hope the rain doesn't stop so I'll have an incentive to swim -- to keep warm.  Yeah, and today I don't even know if we're gonna have that barbeque of ours because it's too wet to start a barbeque.  But, I don't know, I hope it still goes on.  The fieldtrip for Ms. Reemsnyder was cancelled unfortunately, poor fieldtrippers.  Oh well.  I wasn't going anyways.  We're playing against Hogan today.  Our crosstown rivals.  Urgh.  Anyways, whatever.  I hope I actually finish my event.  And uhm, yeah.  I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you live for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've found my reason for living...  My reason for living is simply because of my religion.  In my religion, you're not supposed to kill yourself / commit suicide.  It'd be a sin.  So therefore, I don't want to commit any sins and that is the reason why I'm living.  So what &lt;b&gt;DO &lt;/b&gt;I live for?  I live for my religion and solely my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love no one.&lt;br /&gt;No one loves me.&lt;br /&gt;... Perfect.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93193021?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93193021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93193021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93193021' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93177224</id><published>2003-04-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T15:38:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Things I've learned about &lt;b&gt;life &lt;/b&gt;summed up in about 3 words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It goes on.&lt;/i&gt;  Hmm, today it's raining... matches my mood!  Great, I love you too Mother NaTure.  Hmm, interesting question I heard yesterday from &lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scooter &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I reread from &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisko's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you live for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;b&gt;DO &lt;/b&gt;I live for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Nothing?  Well then, why should I still be living?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93177224?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93177224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93177224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93177224' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93134101</id><published>2003-04-23T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T13:40:50.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Buah, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate low.  Augh, &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, don't worry about me I'm fine.  See: =)  So anyways, I have nothing to b!tc# about right now.  So I'm just hangin out waiting for my ride to come and killing time.  Listening to ALWAYS AND FOREVER.  Different song for a change... but whenever I'm listening to a song that doesn't fit my mood, it pisses me off/ annoys me.  Ergh, back to Ms. Tedeschi -- &lt;a href="http://letssingit.com/susan-tedeschi-it-hurt-so-bad-3t79zwn.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It Hurt So Bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Yup.  It's actually a nice song... I can relate... Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93134101?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93134101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93134101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93134101' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93110806</id><published>2003-04-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T06:37:45.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;i&gt;How am I supposed to read the screen when my eyes are blurred by my tears?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back &lt;a href="http://blogger.com"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;.  Misery loves company.  I'm feelin' this ultimate low.  I don't know why.  Here, read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;on the edge of sanity&lt;br /&gt;looking down to the depths of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;worries, stress, and confusion pushing me further off my cliff&lt;br /&gt;should i grab hold and try to face the anxieties of life?&lt;br /&gt;what's the use, i've tired before and successfully failed.&lt;br /&gt;enticed by the unknown depths, I look down.&lt;br /&gt;seems better than up here.&lt;br /&gt;your angry words give me the extra push I need to fall.&lt;br /&gt;thank you, i'm now in the world of my insanity&lt;br /&gt;i can feel no pain... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda confusing, eh?  I wrote this a couple months back, in October.  Augh, I guess I'm cursed to feel this way everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;D-Day (Decision Day) is on Friday -- I find out if "it" is really gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to find out whether or not "it" is gonna happen... It's coming slowly... Three more days.  Fuck I can't wait.  For now, I'll wallow in my own misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93110806?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93110806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93110806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93110806' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93062089</id><published>2003-04-22T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T11:55:31.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna.  Give.  Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93062089?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93062089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93062089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93062089' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93062068</id><published>2003-04-22T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T11:55:11.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Tired.  Stress.  School.  Too.  Much.  For.  Me.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, once again, at school spending my lunch-40minutes at the library/IMC.  Doing what you ask?  Doing absolutely nothing.  I feel like a freakin'... I don't know what. How goes life?  Life goes on.  As usual.  I'm just striving to stay up.  I don't even know, I feel like I'm hangin' by a thread.  Augh.  Call me cynical, I don't really care.  Hate.  This.  Life.  But I don't really care anymore...  Why should I?  What's life got to offer me?  Augh... don't fill me up with your bull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93062068?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93062068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93062068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93062068' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-93044751</id><published>2003-04-22T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T15:39:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&gt;I'm so fuckin' tired of this...&lt;br /&gt;......................... fuckin life.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-93044751?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93044751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/93044751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93044751' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92997351</id><published>2003-04-21T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T12:05:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Back to life...&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality... Here I am back at school.  Still loathing it, with a passion.  I miss being home and doing absolutely nothing.   A sucky vacation is better than no vacation at all.  I can't wait 'til Thursday.  And uhh, I bombed that Biology test we had today about Genetics!!  He said it was EASY!!  Easy my @$$!  Gah, oh well, I guess I have tomorrow to bomb the second half.  I'd better study and remember to get that guest pass for mike and blue form for me.  Ergh, 7 more minutes 'til the bell rings to go back to class into SSR.  I hate this.  I hate this.  I hate this.  I hate this... with a passion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92997351?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92997351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92997351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92997351' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92786319</id><published>2003-04-17T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T09:54:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Best Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;And then I kiss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever (Forever and ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;*tear* =*(&lt;br /&gt;If this song doesn't make all you single people out there want somebody, I don't know what song does.  I just finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.movie-page.com/1998/armageddon.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Armageddon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  (Yeah yeah, I cried, big wh00p, that movie is sad stuff dude.)  Obviously I'm completely bored and run out of excuses NOT to do my freakin research paper for Ms. Donut.  Bleh!  Blogger should definitely have smiley faces for us to utilize so we can thoroughly express our mood.  Sucky sucky suck suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92786319?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92786319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92786319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92786319' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92720103</id><published>2003-04-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T08:32:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Boring, boring, boring, boring, [take out the "r"], boing, boing, boing.&lt;br /&gt;I am that bored guys.  Very very very bored.  Wishing I was in some other city doing something other than typing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;ST&lt;br /&gt;STU&lt;br /&gt;STUP&lt;br /&gt;STUPI&lt;br /&gt;STUPID&lt;br /&gt;STUPID &lt;br /&gt;STUPID S&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SP&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPR&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRI&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRIN&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRING&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRING &lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRING B&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRING BR&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRING BRE&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRING BREA&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SPRING BREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHy'd yah have to be so damn SHORT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92720103?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92720103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92720103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92720103' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92719702</id><published>2003-04-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T08:27:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;That test is interesting... er???  Yeah anyways... I didn't do much yesterday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92719702?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92719702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92719702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92719702' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92673056</id><published>2003-04-15T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T09:58:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Hey dearie are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunix R0b0t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, aka Frisko, are you okay dear?  Your recent blog for today is very well... interesting.  I do hope you're okay and uhm... I hope I haven't done anything -- aka what I did yesterday -- to cause you grief...  I'm here to talk if yeh want okay?? Always remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Bon voyage and have fun, &lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scoot²&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky duck!! I wanna do something fun fun this Spring Break.  But, unfortunately I won't be able to because I didn't quite plan anything.  Las Vegas really sounds like a lot of fun right now, becuase currently I'm at the library --again -- doing nothing and trying to finish my AP research paper on the FUGITIVE SLAVE LAW.   Hmm, intersting huh?  Yeah right whatever.  (&lt;b&gt;Mariane's &lt;/b&gt;Spring Break sounds like fun too, because she's going to Disneyland... where a kid can be a kid.  I think that's the motto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;I bored-ed myself out.  The highlight of the day was going to SWIM PRACTICE and going to WSI.  Woot woot.  Hahahah.  That is so pathetic dude.  I seriously have to get out more often because... quite frankly.... I'm gonna destroy some brain cells doing nothing if I don't get out!  Hahahah.  I swam at 2100 last night... Brrr, that was hecka cold dude.  Couldn't stand it.  And I'm still sick!  So here I am at the library attempting to do my research paper for Ms. Dunkin, but unsuccessfully, I am once again... distracted.  Freakin internet!!  Why do you have to be so addicting!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Interesting, upcoming events&lt;br /&gt;- ??/?? | "IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- 04/14 to 04/18 | Spring Break!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 04/19 | WSI (900-1600)&lt;br /&gt;- 04/19 | Family get-together/potluck @ San Mateo (1600-2300)&lt;br /&gt;- 04/24 | Swim meet v. Hogan (We need timers and we better win guys!) &lt;br /&gt;- 04/26 | Sacramento Convention (0700-000)&lt;br /&gt;- 04/30 | &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisko's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17th birthday&lt;br /&gt;- 05/09 | Grandfather's birthday&lt;br /&gt;- 05/16 | Prom - w00t w00t&lt;br /&gt;- 05/17 | Pacific Islands Dinner @ SBS&lt;br /&gt;- 06/14 | End of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92673056?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92673056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92673056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92673056' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92591683</id><published>2003-04-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T09:49:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&lt;i&gt;Running away never solved anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of you wise guys said that?  Hahaha... if it never solved anything, then why is it working for me now?  Bwahahaha.  #@*%^ whichever person said that.  It may not solve anything, but it sure as hell is the easiest way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Coming Soon!  Summer 2003.&lt;br /&gt;"It"... yeeesss!!  My wish is coming true.  And I'm gonna love it.  I used to hate the thought of "it", but I guess you learn to love the things you don't really like.  Bwahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Is it hot in here or is it just...???&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://seanbiggerstaff.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean Biggerstaff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Hahahaha, I just finished watching HP: Chamber of Secrets.  &lt;a href="http://seanbiggerstaff.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean Biggerstaff &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aka Oliver Wood is the cutest, accent-ed guy I've ever seen.  He is soo hot.  Augh, you guys have got to go watch that movie and see how cute he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92591683?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92591683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92591683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92591683' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92516783</id><published>2003-04-12T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T22:07:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;TABLE STYLE="margin:0px 80px 0px 80px; border:none;"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD STYLE="border:solid #005500 3px; background-color:#002200; padding:10px; text-align:center; color:#00ff00; font:x-large Terminal,Lucida Console,Monospace;"&gt;The haxor handle of &lt;I&gt;Kat&lt;/I&gt; is "&lt;B&gt;H0t&amp;nbsp;Maniac&lt;/B&gt;".&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM STYLE="text-align:center;" ACTION="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/haxor.pl" METHOD="GET"&gt;What's yours? Enter your name: &lt;INPUT TYPE="text" SIZE=12 NAME="n"&gt; &lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="Tell me"&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the freak??  Hahaha, yeaaah... suuuure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So whassup &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunix R0b0t &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Digital Vampyr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... my fellow bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;I am some kind of a bored.  Some kind of a fob.  I was out with my friend and I we were going to McDonalds and he was gonna park when I thought that he was gonna go use the window... and I said, "Aren't you gonna go to the drive &lt;b&gt;tru&lt;/b&gt;?"  &lt;i&gt;Augh, how freakin embarassing is that.  He teased me until we got out of school... Augh, freak!  TRU?  What the?!?!?!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Went back to where "it" is gonna happen today...&lt;br /&gt;Today it was RAINY!!  Yes!!  Geez, Mother Nature must know how I'm feeling because the freakin weather seems to always match my mood... with a couple of exceptions now and again.  Yup, it was pouring out there.  And I'm an inch closer towards "it".  Ugh.  I'm sorry, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for scaring you on Friday... it was fun to watch your facial expressions and your reaction towards it.  Hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll continue this some other time check back later!!  love yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92516783?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92516783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92516783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92516783' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92443889</id><published>2003-04-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T11:55:20.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Currently in the IMC&lt;br /&gt;I am bored out of my mind.  Only 2 and a half more periods 'til Spring Break is officially in session.  I can't wait!!  Geez, I am feeling ultra low today.  I don't think I'm gonna enjoy Spring Break because I haven't even planned anything.  Maybe, I'll go out with my cousins, &lt;b&gt;Stephanie &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Monica&lt;/b&gt;.  I think I'll go take pictures with them.  (Too bad I don't have any money.)  =P  Sucky sucky sucky allowance.  Anyways.  I'm glad school is almost over.  I just have to go through SSR with Mr. Woolard, then 5th period with Mr. Woolard, then boring 6th period with Mr. Grout.  Augh!!  Fun fun fun... yeah right dude.  (Again, I'm not cynical... it's just the way I am?)  Yeah and then I have to go to practice.  I haven't been swimming &lt;i&gt;ACTIVELY&lt;/i&gt; for three straight days now.  I mean I DID go to practice on Wednesday, but I really really wasn't feeling it.  That was when my fever began to ferment(usage?).  Whatever...  Only 2 hours and 36 minutes for school.  And I really really can't wait for "nothing" to start.  On with the VACATION!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Congratulations to Frisko on getting his license (why do people refer to this as their "Ls"... blah blah I'm a dork I know... cause I don't understand the lingo =P)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty self-explanatory... Congratulations dear on getting your license.  You are free to roam wherever you please.  Hahah, unlike me... unlicensed pedestrian.  Getting a ride from my parents, grandparents, etc...  Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;M-m-m-my surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently and obviously at the IMC at school... I see &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/joeyd3376.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... She's carrying a mask she made in drama(?)  It's very artistic with the black and the white... hahahah it's not racist... Hehehe, okay then... Peas and hair grease folks... see yeh in 2 and a half hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92443889?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92443889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92443889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92443889' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92426660</id><published>2003-04-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T06:50:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;SPRING BREAK IN 7 1/2 HOURS!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92426660?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92426660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92426660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92426660' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92426465</id><published>2003-04-11T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T06:46:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;What is there to laugh about?? Hahah "drive tru"... Yeah FOBBED OUT... Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Thank you very much for your support!&lt;br /&gt;Goes to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scooter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;b&gt;you &lt;/b&gt;are kick ass" ??? me no get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92426465?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92426465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92426465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92426465' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92387395</id><published>2003-04-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T15:14:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for "it" to happen!!  I HOPE "it" happens because I'm really not holding onto anything or tied to anything here.  (Apparently because of the misunderstanding that happened...)  But I don't care anymore... Life's full of shit, and this is an example of it... I don't give a fuck anymore what happens, just as long as I can escape.  Like Linkin Park said in their song, "It's so much EASIER TO RUN..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE!!  That's why my heart's black... Gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92387395?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92387395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92387395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92387395' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92358402</id><published>2003-04-10T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T06:37:25.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;All drugged up and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;To school that is.  I'm still running on a fairly high temperature, but I can't miss school -- even if I want to.  My parents are forcing me to school.  Augh.  I'm gonna bring some Tylenol.  So, yeah.  I have a lot of things to settle today.  And I have to finish my Competency 2 essay and study for my Bio test.  Gah!! I am in the process of getting better and I'm already stressing myself out.  Augh!! Anyways!  I'm tired, and I think I'll take a short nap before school.  Okay then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Go Jaguars, GO!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry fellow swimmers, I'm not gonna be able to go to the swim meet today at Vintage.  (Like it's really gonna make a difference if I go... I'm just gonna make you guys lose.)  Good luck though!!  I wish you all the best!! Hope you guys -- and girls for that matter -- win another one on both sides!!  Have fun at Vintage and just do your best!!  Didn't pictures turn out great by the way?  Well, luv yah guys!! Peas and hair grease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92358402?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92358402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92358402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92358402' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92357960</id><published>2003-04-10T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T15:34:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1044037678_turesBlack.jpg" border="0" alt="Info Black"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I didn't cheat on that test, why cheat on a quiz??  So if I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; supposedly the "perfect" girlfriend... is &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;the reason why I'm single?  Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92357960?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92357960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92357960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92357960' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92317671</id><published>2003-04-09T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T15:01:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;I feel like craaaap!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today with a fever... Augh!  Last night I went to sleep feeling like I was gonna DIE.  (Augh, it probably would have been better if I did.)  I had a throbbing headache, sore throat and runny nose.  And today I woke up with a throbbing headache, sore throat, runny nose &lt;i&gt;and a high fever.&lt;/i&gt; Woohoo!  But anyways... I took Tylenol, loads of Tylenol to keep my fever in check.  I slept for most of the day.  &lt;s&gt;My&lt;/s&gt; Frisko's brother made me some Chicken Ramen soup... How nice huh?  I'm not going to school, swim practice, or WSI today.  Which is very, very stress relieving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Perfect weather for swimming"&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was nice and sunny.  Actually more like hot and sunny!  Haha.  My body started overheating yesterday.  I swam nice and slow but my body was still getting hot.  So I took hecka breaks.  We got our pictures yesterday.  =).  I must say everyone else, but me, looks good in that group picture we had.  Very FUN-like.  Hehehe.  &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisko &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had this big SMILE, hehe -- but it totally contributed to the FUN-esque(sp?) of the picture.  &lt;b&gt;Mark &lt;/b&gt;had a big smile too! &lt;a href="http://zen-like.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scooter &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looked like a little boy heh... &lt;b&gt;Matt&lt;/b&gt;'s boobs looked real... hehehe 'cause he stuffed his top with socks... Haha.  A lot of people looked &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt;: The &lt;b&gt;Raey's&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Rhea&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Geno&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Gary&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://liustyle.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and so on and so forth...  Yup yup!!  And &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Mark &lt;/b&gt;owe me a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92317671?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92317671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92317671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92317671' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92249136</id><published>2003-04-08T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T15:25:31.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Here I am...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of getting sick... almost there.  And TOM is here.  And I'M GOING TO PRACTICE!! YAY!! Hhahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92249136?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92249136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92249136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92249136' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92219758</id><published>2003-04-08T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T06:36:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;I saw a different light in everybody.  I woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday... &gt;=T but everyone seemed so nice to me yesterday.  I had the worst cramps yesterday, and &lt;b&gt;Josh &lt;/b&gt;helped me find some Tylenol.  Now, not only did he ask everyone in our first period (augh, that word!), he asked everyone in his second and third as well, what a sweetheart, and he brought it over to me before 4th period.  Very very thoughtful.  (Gaaah, my brother is pissing me off right now! Lil' bi..  NOTHING.)  Second period (there goes that stupid word..) I almost felt like crying due to those CRAMPS... felt like someone was punching me, STOP PUNCHING ME.  I found out I'm passing AP History with a C-.  =T  pretty okay, for a girl who doesn't do homework...  Then third, it was a blur 'cause I slept.  Fourth, I took the 2 500mg of Tylenol &lt;b&gt;Josh &lt;/b&gt;got for me along with my SPORTS DRINK, not water thank you very much &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Heheh... joke.  Then at lunch, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was worried about "it" happening.  Don't worry dear, it's not settled... yet. &lt;b&gt;Jerick, Chris &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Kris &lt;/b&gt;were actually talking to me.  El NERVE!  Then at 5th period, &lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jasmine&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Lewis &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;a href="http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were laughing about our topic for the 2nd competency... Mr. Woolard was oh-so-defensive... Heheheh he liked our wedding cake!  Sike!  &lt;b&gt;Melissa &lt;/b&gt;talked to me about working with my grandpa, surprised she wasn't trying to tell me off or what-not.  Then, 6th, I felt dumb because I didn't know any of the terms from the previous chapter.  At practice, those damn cramps kept coming back.  YAH!!!!  (Oh yeah, HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY &lt;b&gt;RHEA&lt;/b&gt;, you're legal now, woot woot.  Go buy me some cigarettes! ; D)  While waiting for &lt;b&gt;Hillary&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jamaal &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Rhea &lt;/b&gt;were talking to me.  &lt;b&gt;Jamaal &lt;/b&gt;was saying something about a tease... =P.  Not cool.  And &lt;b&gt;Sean &lt;/b&gt;came over and started talking about how the pole dancers at the car show was dancing... it looked hecka dumb!!  Seriously!!  Then I sat as I watched them do some dry land.  Then while I was looking for some drugs, yehno... tylenol, midol, advil, i sat around watching all the swim teams.  Heh, then &lt;b&gt;Leanne &lt;/b&gt;finally, and THANK GOODNESS, came up with some drugs for me, 500mg of Tylenol.  Woot!  So yesterday's tally of drugs in my system, 1500mg of Tylenol!!  Hah, how SAFE.  Then I swam with &lt;b&gt;Sam&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Bianca&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Courtney&lt;/b&gt;.  We had fun somehow... cause we kept laughing at stuff.  (&lt;b&gt;Selina&lt;/b&gt;, we missed you and your "HI!")  Then after practice I talked to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for a bit and he was still worried about "it".  I tried to convince him not to worry, but eh.  No can do, but I thought it was cute that he was worried about me.  Heh.  Don't worry about "it".  I called &lt;b&gt;Mike &lt;/b&gt;while I waited for WSI to start.  Even at WSI people were nice, &lt;b&gt;Jacqui &lt;/b&gt;talked to me and &lt;b&gt;Matt &lt;/b&gt;offered me a ride home.  When my dad picked me up, he got mad cause I was the only person out there.  Well duh!! I'm the only UNlicensed person there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;Frisko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I'm sorry about your friend from VJO.  If yeh wanna talk, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;They're fading away...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cramps are fading away as I eat my breakfast consisting of Spam and rice.   Mmmm, spam breath.  Yuck!  Anyway, I really don't know what to wear for today, as my stomach is really cramping and uncramping.  Eh well...   I really have to get ready for school, take care to whoever's reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92219758?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92219758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92219758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92219758' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92146938</id><published>2003-04-07T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T06:27:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Fuckin' Daylight Savings Time&lt;br /&gt;@#!$%&amp;* morning!  Gah, I don't remember the last time I woke up feeling like shit.  But today refreshened how it feels like to wake up on the wrong side of the bed.  &lt;b&gt;GREAT!&lt;/b&gt;  I didn't get any sleep at all, which is totally unlike me because usually I sleep like a baby.  I ended up sleeping at around 2:45 because I couldn't sleep.  And I am having the worst back and stomach cramps EVER!  Great dude, just great.  My stomach hurts SO bad that I don't have a sufficient enough appetite to eat anything.  Ugh.  Ruined my day.  And I woke up with this stupid COLD... I feel sooo SICK!  Freakin shit dude.  I'm running on 3 hours worth of sleep.  Dayligh Savings Time should be illegal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;This ominous feeling...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even attempted to complete my BookTalk so I'll get a decent grade.  Ugh.  My mom went back to that place yesterday.  That place I'm not supposed to tell anyone.  The feasibility of "it" occuring is so imminent that I can feel it.  Soon to happen JUNE of this year.  I don't want "it" to happen, but it probably will.  No stopping "it" now.  Let "it" take it's course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today is gonna be a crappy day after all...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92146938?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92146938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92146938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92146938' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92070496</id><published>2003-04-05T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T06:17:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;How goes today?&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty okay.  I took my SATs and got to meet up with my old best friend, &lt;b&gt;REGINA&lt;/b&gt;.  She's prettier now!!  She looks like her mommy.  And I also saw &lt;b&gt;JR&lt;/b&gt;.  Bwahahaha.  He's same same.  Still cute.  Yups, SATs, I felt more confident taking it.  =)  I went and looked at &lt;i&gt;hogares&lt;/i&gt;.  Augh.  The thought of it makes me sick!!  Then I went to Applebees with my parents.  Okay, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92070496?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92070496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92070496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92070496' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92013993</id><published>2003-04-04T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T16:40:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;Learning to organize...&lt;br /&gt;My life is one garbled up piece of work.  I like to consider it as ART.  At least a form of art.  So therefore, while I look for meaning to my life...  I will keep my life unorganized.  But you should see my room, yet the best piece of art EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Highlight of today...&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever watched FRIENDS, then you'd have found out about the quarter trick.  You use a pencil to color the edges of the quarter, then you bet some gullible person that they "cant roll a quarter down their face in a straight line."  Now, today I did that trick to Marc A.  Hehehe, funny specimen.  He was actually gullible, although I did lose a quarter at that expense.  But it was worth it.  So I bet him he couldn't roll a quarter down his face in a straight line.  He took it and put it in his pocket, but I thought he knew the trick and was just wiping it.  Turns out he didn't know the trick.  Hehehe.  Then I told him to do it.  He turned around the other way and did it, and when he turned back to look at me, he had this line down his forehead... Hahahhahahahah hella funny.  Hahhaha, he got mad and said he'd "get me back."  Hahahhaa.  Funny stuff dude.  I tried apologizing later on, but I was still cracking up so the apology didn't work.  Hhahahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92013993?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92013993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92013993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92013993' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92013761</id><published>2003-04-04T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T16:34:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So later is now, now is later.  No better time to blog like the present.  Today was very shitty, and very COLD as well.  I couldn't hide how shitty I felt, 'cause a LOT of people noticed.  Augh!! Oh well.  Anyways, thanks guys for checkin' up on me, makes me feel like I exist.  Uhm... I don't want pity, I just want to be treated &lt;b&gt;NORMAL.&lt;/b&gt;  I fell asleep in almost all my classes.  How bad!  And tomorrow I have that stupid SAT test.  I hate you SAT and I hate you damn ETS people!!  Hope you meet a train headed West at 60-miles per hour while you go East at 70-miles per hour... GO SOLVE THAT ONE, even if it didn't make any sense.  Whew, hahah, vented out.  Hehehe.  No I'm not some sick person like that.  I just am really frustrated because I have way too much pressure on me.  I think I'm failing both my AP classes.  And today the quarter ended... Oh well, big whoop!! Hooray for me.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a cynical person I just really am tired of all this bullcrap people lay on.  Augh.  I should really learn to organize my thoughts 'cause this entry is a garbled up piece of thoughts.  Hahaha.  I'll learn to organize later.  I just really need to vent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92013761?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92013761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92013761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92013761' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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-5246304.post-92013474</id><published>2003-04-04T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T16:29:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm back to &lt;a href="http://blogger.com"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;... whoop dee doo.  Because &lt;a href="http://mylifeasis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frisko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pressured me into this.  Hahah, just kidding dear just kidding.  You can read my life on a daily routine.  Except of course, on weekends... because my parents are very overprotective and they think TV, going out, boys, Internet... rots your brain.  Or whatever.  I am so glad I'm not going to swim practice today because well... I am really freezing my butt off!  Okay, I'll blog later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5246304-92013474?l=s2pidgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92013474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246304/posts/default/92013474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2pidgirl.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92013474' title=''/><author><name>s2pid girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00686229960809825323</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>
