<?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-3334132</id><updated>2011-11-16T11:15:09.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She found that essence rare</title><subtitle type='html'>The west coast has been traumatized and i think i'm the only one still alive.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334132.post-83365891</id><published>2002-10-22T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T12:54:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't choose to be single, it's just lack of options. sorry peg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-83365891?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83365891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83365891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83365891' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-83285215</id><published>2002-10-20T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T23:19:26.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work was hectic, damn the copy machine. people, go to staples for all your copying needs. inventory is due this thursday, feel like i'm doing all the work in cosmetics. i deserve another raise, or a puppy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-83285215?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83285215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83285215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83285215' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-83137597</id><published>2002-10-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T15:02:28.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[10/17/2002 3:01:07 PM | Lisa Vaughn]&lt;br /&gt;DREAMING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when you dream about the death of a parent? Are they going to die soon, do I want my Dad to die? Well, not particularly. Last night I dreamed that I got a letter telling me that my Dad had died, and Ian was there to comfort me. Ian?! Of all the people in the world, I would never choose his shoulder to grieve upon. Where was my best friend? I needed her. I started to cry and I had no one to turn to. Like when you don't want someone to see you cry, you hold it all inside, and that's what I did. Did not want Ian to see my strength falter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy will be glad to see that i'm writing in this thing. she has been patient. besides, i only hope that my blogger will be as funny as hers is sometimes. she has a way with words. and stuff. my mom told me that my jimmy eat world ticket stub got washed inside my jeans. oh, and dried, too. crap! it looks like a weathered dollar bill. crap crap crap ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i was pregnant? this girl in english today told the class that she's pregnant. she was pretty casual about it. i felt so numb and bad for her. she was just there in front of the class doing her public interview and her friends were beating around the bush about her boyfriend and stuff. nice friends, huh? so it came out, and mr. wood was extra nosey about it. i wanted to cry. i kept thinking to myself, is it more truamatizing to have an abortion or the baby? she's so young. i'd hate to be in her shoes. i wish i were absent today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-83137597?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83137597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83137597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83137597' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-83137550</id><published>2002-10-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T15:01:06.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DREAMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when you dream about the death of a parent? Are they going to die soon, do I want my Dad to die? Well, not particularly. Last night I dreamed that I got a letter telling me that my Dad had died, and Ian was there to comfort me. Ian?! Of all the people in the world, I would never choose his shoulder to grieve upon. Where was my best friend? I needed her. I started to cry and I had no one to turn to. Like when you don't want someone to see you cry, you hold it all inside, and that's what I did. Did not want Ian to see my strength falter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy will be glad to see that i'm writing in this thing. she has been patient. besides, i only hope that my blogger will be as funny as hers is sometimes. she has a way with words. and stuff. my mom told me that my jimmy eat world ticket stub got washed inside my jeans. oh, and dried, too. crap! it looks like a weathered dollar bill. crap crap crap ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i was pregnant? this girl in english today told the class that she's pregnant. she was pretty casual about it. i felt so numb and bad for her. she was just there in front of the class doing her public interview and her friends were beating around the bush about her boyfriend and stuff. nice friends, huh? so it came out, and mr. wood was extra nosey about it. i wanted to cry. i kept thinking to myself, is it more truamatizing to have an abortion or the baby? she's so young. i'd hate to be in her shoes. i wish i were absent today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-83137550?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83137550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/83137550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83137550' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-81841412</id><published>2002-09-19T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T15:04:02.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've said it before but this time i'm sticking to it... boys are off my "to do list" i want so badly to become an intelligent woman, but stupid boys always get in my way. i hope my friends notice this change in me. it's all for the better, and Gabe..."I never meant to hurt you!"-- Megan SNL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-81841412?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/81841412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/81841412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81841412' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-81566733</id><published>2002-09-13T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T12:55:27.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"DREAMING ABOUT SCHOOL IS A NIGHTMARE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say about that. last night here are the people in my dream: steven, or "stupid steven" as a friend likes to call him, and gabe. i don't even know if those guys know one another, but there there were. the part with steven was when i was being confronted with my fear of spiders. this guy poured a huge fish bowl full of baby turatulas all over my arms, and i was screaming, and i could feel their hairy little legs crawling  and pricking me. i had goosebumps and i wanted to run away, but i couldn't. the guys was all"don't move" and i was like f u man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-81566733?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/81566733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/81566733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81566733' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-81471508</id><published>2002-09-11T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T13:18:55.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the man of my dreams walked through my door today...the door to my spanish class, that is... yep, it was him, the bright yellow flourecent lights bouncing off his pretty hair. i wish that peggy wouldn't have hissed "LISA! LISA! LISA" but i'm pretty sire he didn't notice, so i'm over it. i've been seeing him a lot around school lately. i'd like to think that it's a sign of some kind. i don't know. although i don't consider myself a stalker, i do know where he has his sexy bod most of the school day. sometimes i wish iwas a cooler punk rock chick with whom he fall madly in love for. i'll admit that a spend a very unhealthy portion of my day thinking about him. where is he? who is he with, what is he thinking, is he thinking of me? those are a just a few examples. today i told peg how cool she is. she really is a people magnet, even if she tends to draw some weird people out of the woodwork. peggy, you can keep secrets. i remember the time i told chris o. about the one time peggy thought she was "with child" (who says that?) and it just turned out that she was well, i'll stop. after all, this is the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where was i? my sister is coming to visit today! i can finally show her the pics from seattle and LENNY!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-81471508?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/81471508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/81471508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81471508' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-80418626</id><published>2002-08-18T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T23:28:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been too long...i'm on vacation now in seattle...IT"S ABOUT TIME! i've been working like a maniac. i'll miss the first day of school, but that worries me not. why did i sign up for 0-period p.e.? screw that! i', dropping that bs asap! peggy had lots to say, i think she has given up on me and my blogger. she talks to it like a best friend. i don't want her to get hurt. love isn't supposed to hurt. it only hurts when it's with the wrong person, peg...if you read this...don't rush romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-80418626?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/80418626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/80418626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80418626' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-77474774</id><published>2002-06-07T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T13:23:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like my job, there are lots of ants at school, and as i sit here i think one is crawling up my back. eew&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-77474774?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/77474774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/77474774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77474774' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-77186221</id><published>2002-05-31T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T08:50:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why i fell in love with this quote is because it reminded me of Longs. Some people there are so damn sure of themselves, and it pisses me off. Especially a certain boy with the initials AB. I just don't know why i waste my time on him. He does me more harm than good. Just yesturday i was on the brink of tears, and i wanted to tell everyone off, because for some reason, a random string of unpleasant events took place, some of which i had no control over. (hint--piece of crap toilet in cafe vio) As i was ringing up a customer, i told myself that i couldn't change anything that had happened to me, and i just had to suck it up and get on with the day. When i'm at school, forget about work. When i'm at work, forget about school. ANd when i'm at home, forget about the both of them! I proud of myself for dealing with the situation so maturely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-77186221?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/77186221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/77186221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77186221' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-77185748</id><published>2002-05-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T08:36:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt." &lt;br /&gt;-Bertrand Russell &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-77185748?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/77185748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/77185748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77185748' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76937225</id><published>2002-05-24T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T13:50:25.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the best day ot this entire week! dorian played in the quad, and i got up the nerve to ask mike to sign my yearbook! i got a tee shirt and he gave me free stickers, too. i am so infatuated, i'll be the first to admit that, and i can't wait to see them again. i kind of felt bad for them because today was senior ditch day, and hardly anyone was watching them. i got the feeling that he wanted to talk to me more, but i had to go to class. NERD ALERT!!! i'm so happy, and nothing can break my mood!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76937225?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76937225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76937225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76937225' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76775916</id><published>2002-05-20T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T16:41:29.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have noticed that i'm always absorbing the opinions of others, and never really think for myself. not that i'm some kind of robot, i just tend to hear everyone else besides myself. it gets so loud, sometimes i forget that i'm even here. i wish for one day everyone would shut up and listen to themselves. it makes me feel bad because i know that i can be so much more, i just don't try enough. i'm scared of settling down and taking whatever comes to me. like kyle for example. why am i wasting my time with him, when i could be going after someone i truley adore? he's such a little boy, but yet i feel like i owe him something. fuck, why do i care about him? at times i think to myself, if he really liked me, he'd do something about it. i hate waiting. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76775916?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76775916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76775916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76775916' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76669911</id><published>2002-05-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T12:57:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SO EXCITED THAT DORIAN IS COMING TO PLAY HERE AT SCHOOL ON THE 24TH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HAVE MIKE'S BABY...sike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76669911?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76669911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76669911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76669911' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76273720</id><published>2002-05-07T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T13:01:54.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's nice to be laughing at something else besides myself, you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76273720?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76273720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76273720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76273720' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76273701</id><published>2002-05-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T13:01:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people are so touchy, i don't understand why some people can't think outside their stuffy boxes. i think that it's immature that people get all huffy if i laugh at another's joke &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76273701?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76273701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76273701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76273701' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76087328</id><published>2002-05-02T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T11:14:02.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm 18, i should start investing in the california lottery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76087328?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76087328' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76087314</id><published>2002-05-02T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T11:13:38.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i am complaining too much, but i never compalin and that makes it ok&lt;br /&gt;i need to vent! i can't spell complain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76087314?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76087314' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76087294</id><published>2002-05-02T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T11:12:53.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, i hate prom why can't there be a junior class discount?&lt;br /&gt;or better yet a lisa discount? i don't know, why is it so fing expensive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76087294?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76087294' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76087259</id><published>2002-05-02T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T11:12:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>......but i will find a dress, even if it means robbing the goodwill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76087259?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76087259' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-76087244</id><published>2002-05-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T11:11:39.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't pay for prom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-76087244?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/76087244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76087244' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75990461</id><published>2002-04-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:46:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that oughta hold you guy s for a while!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75990461?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75990461' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75990451</id><published>2002-04-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:45:35.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while." &lt;br /&gt;-Kin Hubbard &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75990451?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75990451' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75990408</id><published>2002-04-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:44:15.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I do not take drugs. I am drugs."&lt;br /&gt;--Salvador Dali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75990408?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75990408' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75990313</id><published>2002-04-29T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:40:24.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"To change and to change for the better are two different things." &lt;br /&gt;--German Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75990313?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75990313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75990313' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75989343</id><published>2002-04-29T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:10:45.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that's all i have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75989343?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75989343' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75989324</id><published>2002-04-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:10:04.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P-pathetic&lt;br /&gt;R-retarded&lt;br /&gt;O-overpriced&lt;br /&gt;M-manipulative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75989324?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75989324' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75989220</id><published>2002-04-29T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:06:52.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, this will be the last time i mention this: a certain someone on the hill needs to get a freaking bra on her body before i flip out! am i the only one who notices? i am not a pervert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75989220?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75989220' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75989192</id><published>2002-04-29T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:05:53.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I can't bring myself to say it...it's my own advice I need."&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75989192?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75989192' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75989139</id><published>2002-04-29T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T21:04:37.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting really worried about how i'm going to finance this huge prom extravaganza coming up. i don't really have tons of dinero to spend on the dress i want and the shoes i want and the makeup i want want want, but don't really need, let alone the ticket! i'm freaking out! it's hard to tell ppl that i can't get all these things i need. i actually feel a bit ashamed. ahhh! i hate money, i want to find the guy who said it's the root of all evil and make out with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75989139?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75989139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75989139' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75988923</id><published>2002-04-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T20:57:42.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Men show their character in nothing more clearly than by what they find laughable." &lt;br /&gt;-Anon. &lt;br /&gt;i put this quote in here because tonight chris okeefe showed a side to us late nighters that i never knew he had. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75988923?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75988923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75988923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75988923' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75988862</id><published>2002-04-29T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T20:56:02.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mount is actually being quite decent today. he really likes the layout brit and i are doing. yes! brownie points! i'm driving nikkie's van home because she doesn't feel like driving. b double e double r un beerrun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75988862?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75988862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75988862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75988862' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75988814</id><published>2002-04-29T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T20:54:13.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who am i? "i went to bed at 2 in the morning and had a small breakfast..." ok, that was an inside joke, guys... you had to be there. hey  peggy should be an editor next year because it's such a comedy act on late nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75988814?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75988814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75988814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75988814' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75978710</id><published>2002-04-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T15:35:28.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hardly write in this thing, and when i do, it's just general stuff. i hate spanish, and i can't fake my enthusiasm any longer for my teacher. mary anne needs this computer, so i;ll get off before she eats me gulp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75978710?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75978710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75978710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75978710' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75860975</id><published>2002-04-26T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T13:45:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi sarah, since you and peggy are the only ppl who read this, i use your names freely. i'm looking forward to prom. who needs boys? girl power! ok lisa, calm down...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i spent so much time brooding over you know who...the one i shafted. why don't i listen to you more? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75860975?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75860975' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75860926</id><published>2002-04-26T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T13:44:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i keep dreaming about peggy and i don't know why. i think it's because i've been talking to her a lot lately. hmmm, dreams are crazy sometimes. peggy i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75860926?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75860926' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75860869</id><published>2002-04-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T13:42:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shut up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75860869?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75860869' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75860841</id><published>2002-04-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T13:41:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on a lighter note, i'm kind of excited about prom. i just need to raid my couch and come up with 45 dollars for tickets, and 100 for a dress... hey sarah and peggy, can i take a look at your couch???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75860841?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75860841' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75860789</id><published>2002-04-26T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T13:40:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired of falling victim to boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75860789?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75860789' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75860778</id><published>2002-04-26T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T13:39:50.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think as of now i'm all about the girl power. sounds dumb and spice-girly, but yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75860778?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75860778' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75860715</id><published>2002-04-26T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T13:37:49.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh! i shafted him...twice within 5 minutes! i think it's a new record! girl power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75860715?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75860715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75860715' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-75700372</id><published>2002-04-22T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T14:10:54.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he shafted me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-75700372?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75700372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/75700372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75700372' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10947030</id><published>2002-03-20T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T14:55:05.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those who do the fake n' bake are just denying thier ethnicity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10947030?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10947030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10947030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10947030' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10908099</id><published>2002-03-19T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T13:36:19.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh, i just fell in love with the man with the initials C.O. you know who you are...ohh la la&lt;br /&gt;we even wear the same clothes. it's grace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10908099?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10908099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10908099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10908099' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10907426</id><published>2002-03-19T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T13:07:21.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So here i am, above palm trees so straight and tall.&lt;br /&gt;you are smaller getting smaller but i still see you."&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;Clarity (before they bought in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10907426?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10907426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10907426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10907426' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10907385</id><published>2002-03-19T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T13:06:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Today, if you are not confused, you are just not thinking clearly." &lt;br /&gt;-U. Peter  &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/3334132-10907385?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10907385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10907385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10907385' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10907349</id><published>2002-03-19T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T13:04:12.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok guys, i'm really getting tired of these little boy games. seriously. maybe i'm just paraniod, no wait, i'm not the one who's paranoid. it's like he's trying to make me jelous or something. i've never met a guy who plays more head games than girls do. why do i even care about all this? the thing that gets me is that he does something really nice, or he'll be really funny, and then the next second he'll be totally vulgar and ruin "the moment." jerk he doesn't even know that he's doing it, though. i'm just always analyzing everything, and that is wrong. i should just go with it. i tried ignoring him, but it didn't work. sorry sarah K, i broke down and made a comment and then i just couldn't ignore him anymore. i'll admit it i'm weak. you don't know him like i do! lol not! i feel like i'm writing an email now, so i'll shut up. oh, and i won't call him tonight. let him come crawling back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10907349?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10907349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10907349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10907349' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10497372</id><published>2002-03-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T10:48:45.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to go to a high school that has no mascot. then money wouldn't be spent to make school merchandise and paint used up to paint elaborate murals all over the school buildings. and there wouldn't be any school rivalry because it would no longer be bearcats vs. eagles, or cheetahs vs. pirates. it would be high school vs. some other high school, and we couldn't be able to tell which is better or more athletic because it would be so vague. we'd all be winners and that's how it should be. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10497372?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10497372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10497372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10497372' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10497246</id><published>2002-03-07T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T10:45:08.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to win the bearcat award in journalism. or funniest story. a certain boy always wins funniest story because he is a foolish writer and it's funny because we're all laughing at him, not with him. boy have we got him fooled. foolish boy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10497246?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10497246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10497246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10497246' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10467912</id><published>2002-03-06T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T15:28:28.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting the biggest zit on my nose and it is so ugly and it's not fair! this is something that i totally do not need right now! or ever! my face has declared war on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10467912?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10467912' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10467911</id><published>2002-03-06T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T15:28:28.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting the biggest zit on my nose and it is so ugly and it's not fair! this is something that i totally do not need right now! or ever! my face has declared war on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10467911?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10467911' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10467819</id><published>2002-03-06T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T15:19:40.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ewwwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10467819?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10467819' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10467818</id><published>2002-03-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T15:19:30.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like peggy even though she smells like a girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10467818?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10467818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10467818' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10428986</id><published>2002-03-05T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:59:52.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"SHUT UP RICHARD!!!!!!!!"--Blacksheep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10428986?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10428986' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10428928</id><published>2002-03-05T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:58:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope sarah k likes the quotes i used...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10428928?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10428928' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10428819</id><published>2002-03-05T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:57:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder what tomorrow will bring? no....i wonder what i will take? i don't dare think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10428819?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10428819' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10428687</id><published>2002-03-05T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:51:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education." &lt;br /&gt;-Bertrand Russell &lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about PRHS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10428687?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10428687' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10428539</id><published>2002-03-05T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:48:12.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A lot of fellows nowadays have a B.A., M.D., or Ph.D. Unfortunately, they don't have a J.O.B." &lt;br /&gt;-Fats Domino &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10428539?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10428539' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10428445</id><published>2002-03-05T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:45:53.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a day i have had! it was almost dramatic. i found out that my friend asked a certain boy if he likes me, and she did that before i could tell her not to! but i'm not mad, i guess i should have made it more clear sooner. i think i'm really pathetic when the biggest highlight of my day has to do with a guy. ew. enough of that. right now i am feeling really pissed and fed up with my teachers. they are so full of it. i wish i had the guts to curse them out because all they do is lecture me on how i won't make it to college if i don't take cornell notes. that's bull. and i got so frustrated in math today because the crap we are studying will in no way contribute to my career goal as a journalist. screw algebra. screw ms posipanko and airhead substitute teachers. i'm so mad right now i can't even believe i am typing half this stuff. i'm usually not this negative, but i've had enough. my "Mount"ing (no pun intended) frustrations in journalsm is all my fault, and that's why it hurts the most. i just need more time, that's all. time time time. i'm probably just making a mountain out of a mole hill. i'm glad i have friends like peggy and sarah to talk to because they listen and understand on the most part. i sometimes feel like pouring out my heart and crying about all that has gone wrong in my lefe, but why dig up old drama? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10428445?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10428445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10428445' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10379205</id><published>2002-03-04T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T13:49:24.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was talking to my friend on the phone last night and he asked me to sing with him in his new hard core band. can you imagine me screaming into a mic? yea right! i was flattered all the same. today i'm wearing a skirt and my pearls and i feel like a nurse/stewardess. why? got me...&lt;br /&gt;this morning ronnie and i stopped to help a certain anonymous person alongside the road, but they didn't need our help. we ran back to the car and ronnie twisted his ankle. it was so funny, and i saw a dead bird in the grass. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10379205?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10379205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10379205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_03_03_archive.html#10379205' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10204614</id><published>2002-02-27T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T17:23:36.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"He wants her, but she wants this guy, but he wants somebody else, you just can't win! And so it goes until the day you DIE!!! This thing called love's gonna make you cry...(ihateyou)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10204614?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10204614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10204614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10204614' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-10204031</id><published>2002-02-27T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:36:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all my friends who are just itching for me to write on this thing...&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since Valentines day, and no, I didn't get anything from "that certain someone..." Boo Hoo. I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to comment on all these freshmen who have long term relationships going on for months on end! What, tell me, WHAT am I doing wrong, or not at all, besides not putting out?????? Seriously, I know of at least three freshmen girls who have six or seven month anniversaries coming up! They wear more jewelery that Mr. T., because of all the lavish gifts their boys shower them with. It's sick!!!!! But I'm not mad, just frustrated because I'm tired of all the hype about having a boyfriend, and I'm tired of seeing all these couples dancing around campus...I know Sarah K agrees with me on that last note. Although I'm doing perfectly fine without a boy in my life, sometimes I think I'd like to have one. All in due time. I want the right guy, not have a boyfriend just to have one. Am I still writing about boys?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-10204031?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10204031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/10204031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10204031' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-9688550</id><published>2002-02-13T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T10:42:11.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peggy chews on her toys, and she wants to beat up Sarah K.&lt;br /&gt;She's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-9688550?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9688550' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-9688470</id><published>2002-02-13T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T10:39:10.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah!  A certain journalism teacher just blew up at some people.  He said "gosh dang it" and everything.  I think Peggy wet her pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-9688470?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9688470' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-9688384</id><published>2002-02-13T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T10:36:44.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really excited that I have this place to place my thoughts and opinions!  Hey Peggy and Sarah K, this is even better than 3 way calling!  But that was kind of expensive.  Oh well, never do that again.  Wow, I feel some pressure to write something mind-blowing on this thing.  I'll be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-9688384?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9688384' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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-3334132.post-9688024</id><published>2002-02-13T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T17:10:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I lost you six months ago! Are you mental? We broke up!"--Wayne's World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334132-9688024?l=checkitout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334132/posts/default/9688024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://checkitout.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9688024' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00442523686908717450</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>
