<?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-5685287</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:57:00.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><subtitle type='html'>My old blog. When I used it, things never seemed to come out the way I wanted them to. I had to get away. It, like, gave off bad vibes or something.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108204498321434711</id><published>2004-04-15T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T12:05:55.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all moved out.</title><content type='html'>I packed up and left. You can now find me &lt;a href="http://cows-say-moo.diaryland.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108204498321434711?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108204498321434711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108204498321434711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108204498321434711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108204498321434711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/were-all-moved-out.html' title='We&apos;re all moved out.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108204205881169878</id><published>2004-04-15T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T11:17:10.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr!</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of this blog! I'm moving out. *leaves for new journal hunt*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108204205881169878?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108204205881169878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108204205881169878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108204205881169878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108204205881169878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/grrr.html' title='Grrr!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108197312784109037</id><published>2004-04-14T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T16:08:19.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did the quiz thing again...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I had to do it. I promise that I won't do anymore. Today...&lt;p&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour.pl"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=100 HEIGHT=100 SRC="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour/1.png" ALT="What Flavour Are You? I am Vanilla Flavoured." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am &lt;B&gt;Vanilla&lt;/B&gt; Flavoured.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society. &lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour.pl"&gt;What Flavour Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/hat.pl"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=80 HEIGHT=80 SRC="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/hat/6.png" ALT="What Sort of Hat Are You? I am a Halo." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am &lt;B&gt;a Halo&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am perfect. Others may not think so, but those others are wrong. &lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/hat.pl"&gt;What Sort of Hat Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sweetskate1990/1081970304_izconverse.JPG" border="0" alt="Converse"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a CONVERSE. You are probably into a lot of&lt;br&gt;music, skating, and or poetry. Deep down your&lt;br&gt;soul cries for a longing to be loved. Sometimes&lt;br&gt;you can be insecure and moody, but times will&lt;br&gt;change hopefully for the better. You tend to&lt;br&gt;feel very unnoticed and invisible, like nobody&lt;br&gt;notices that you are there, but really you are&lt;br&gt;what most people need for comfort and&lt;br&gt;realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sweetskate1990/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20shoe%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of shoe 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108197312784109037?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108197312784109037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108197312784109037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108197312784109037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108197312784109037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-did-quiz-thing-again.html' title='I did the quiz thing again...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108196110811510634</id><published>2004-04-14T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:47:58.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Happy</title><content type='html'>I've been getting so many ideas for blog skins lately. I feel happy! Look at me go, there I go now. Whoosh. I'm gone.&lt;p&gt;Note: No I am not high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108196110811510634?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108196110811510634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108196110811510634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108196110811510634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108196110811510634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/skin-happy.html' title='Skin Happy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108180642209112300</id><published>2004-04-12T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:49:51.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis, some preps and Daddy</title><content type='html'>This morning, I got out of the shower and the phone rang. Well, obviously, I wasn't going to come out of the bathroom with dripping wet hair and no clothes on to answer it. I thought that my dad would get it, but no. He didn't even bother to tell me that Jeremy called. I had to check the messages myself. &lt;p&gt;But that's completely besides the point. Jeremy wanted to go play tennis and I don't play tennis. So I today, I learned. I'm not very good at all. But then again, I've only played once so yeah.&lt;p&gt;Guess who was a Darling Field? (that's where the tennis court is) Mikey, Mike McCumber and some 7th grader named Justice. Not Justin, Justice. And yes that is a guys name. But I swear to God, and I don't do that often, that stupid Justice kid was so freakin annoying. Everytime I hit the ball he made a really wierd noise. The kid was acting like he was high, literally. I'm not kidding, I think he was.&lt;p&gt;So, we left the tennis courts and went to Melcher Park, but there was no where to sit, &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;. And there were preps &lt;i&gt;everywhere&lt;/i&gt;. So, needless to say, that didn't last long.&lt;p&gt;Then we went back to Darling Field. We were just kind of like hanging out and stuff. &lt;p&gt;There was this one lady walking a dog. Nothing odd about that. She also had a cat with her. It wasn't on a leash, it was just following her. And if it stopped, she'd just call it and it would come back to her. But then, this was the really wierd part, she called the dog. It's name must have been Rahja. When it didn't come she yelled, "Rahja Marie, you get back here right now!" It had a middle name. That's not normal.&lt;p&gt;You know who showed up after that? My dad. Woohoo. He was not exactly happy with me. He was mad because I'd been gone all afternoon. Now if I'd been gone all afternoon with Jazmin, he wouldn't have cared. But he didn't say when I'd have to be home so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108180642209112300?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108180642209112300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108180642209112300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108180642209112300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108180642209112300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/tennis-some-preps-and-daddy.html' title='Tennis, some preps and Daddy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108172799499101453</id><published>2004-04-11T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:02:42.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Up</title><content type='html'>The moon is out but it's daytime. It's raining, but there's no clouds. I'm crying but I'm so happy. Or is it that I'm so happy that I've gone around again and now I'm sad? I'm looking in the mirror, but the girl I see is standing outside. And the strangest part is, I know exactly how she feels.&lt;p&gt;Don't ask, it just kind of describes what I'm sketching. It's turning out really beautifully actually. For once, it doesn't look awful. But it's so depressing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108172799499101453?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108172799499101453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108172799499101453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108172799499101453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108172799499101453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/mixed-up.html' title='Mixed Up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108169897737892751</id><published>2004-04-11T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T11:59:05.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/catspajamas/images/easter.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108169897737892751?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108169897737892751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108169897737892751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108169897737892751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108169897737892751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108163606808834607</id><published>2004-04-10T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T21:13:15.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds is Poison</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I was up until 1 o'clock in the morning last night (this morning?) because I had heartburn from that McDonalds food. I should've learned by now that that food is bad. Just thinking about it makes me sick. Bluck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108163606808834607?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108163606808834607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108163606808834607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108163606808834607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108163606808834607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/mcdonalds-is-poison.html' title='McDonalds is Poison'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108154575639885002</id><published>2004-04-09T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:25:22.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is just out to ruin it... </title><content type='html'>Went bike riding with Jazmin this afternoon. That was fun. Then we went to the library. After that we went to her house and had a "picnic" on her porch. (wow this is daylog-ish)&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I said that I might go to Kingsborough today with Jeremy. And she was just like, "I'm gonna stalk you." I should learn to take her more seriously.&lt;p&gt;So when we got to Kingsborough, there were people on &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; kindergarten playground.  How dare they? Hello, didn't they know we were coming? *note sarcasm here*&lt;p&gt;So we went to the "big" playground. It really isn't big at all, but that's what everyone callsl it. We were sitting there for a little while. Then these people came and they started playing baseball. So yet again, we had to move.&lt;p&gt;We went over to the kindergarten playground and there were still people over there. So we tried to sit by this door thing, but it got windy and sand started whipping us in the face.&lt;p&gt;Yet again, we moved. There was this metal thing by the side of the school. It was really cold and windy over there, but we tolerated that for a little while. But it got really uncomfortable sitting on the ground so we went over to see if anyone was on the kindergarten playground.&lt;p&gt;And guess what? There was no one there! And we were just like, "Finally, a place to sit where its not freezing cold and uncomfortable."&lt;p&gt;So of course, we were kissing. But then, we had another interuption. It has a name. Jazmin and Kayleigh. Obviously, that kiss was cut kinda short.&lt;p&gt;But at first, I looked up and I didn't know who it was. I just saw two girls with a dog. Then Jeremy was like, "Hey, isn't that..." They were just laughing and laughing about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108154575639885002?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108154575639885002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108154575639885002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108154575639885002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108154575639885002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/everyone-is-just-out-to-ruin-it.html' title='Everyone is just out to ruin it... '/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108152227839059606</id><published>2004-04-09T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T20:21:17.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I only sort of regret it</title><content type='html'>Well, I let Jeremy read the stupid journal thing yesterday. I told him no comments, no questions, no laughing, no nothing.&lt;p&gt; So what's the first thing he does? He asks since when does he have blue eyes? See now this is what he gets for being colorblind. His eyes look blue to me. Okay so maybe more grey. &lt;p&gt;But still, that's all he got out of that? Thank God. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108152227839059606?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108152227839059606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108152227839059606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108152227839059606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108152227839059606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-only-sort-of-regret-it.html' title='I only sort of regret it'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108146489125539522</id><published>2004-04-08T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:08:39.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Finally. I never thought Spring Break would get here. It seems like I've been waiting forever. &lt;p&gt;You know what I just realized though? I don't have a single thing to do. I guess I'll just have to think of something to do. &lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. Sleep&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. Eat&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. Blog&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. Talk on the phone&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Go to the movies&lt;br&gt;6. Go bowling&lt;br&gt;7. Do homework (ugh)&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;8. Stare at a television screen&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;9. Ride my bike&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Buy CD's with my non-existent money&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;11. Go to Kingsborough with Jeremy ;-)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks good to me.&lt;p&gt;I don't understand Jazmin. I'm not mad at her at all. She's taking everything the wrong way lately. Just because I had a cold and didn't want to go bike riding with her she got all bent out of shape. &lt;p&gt;So maybe what I wrote yesterday about not being able to trust her was kind of mean, but come on, what kind of friend does exactly what she promises not to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108146489125539522?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108146489125539522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108146489125539522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108146489125539522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108146489125539522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108138569050272451</id><published>2004-04-07T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:59:09.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Bad Decisions </title><content type='html'>There's so many stupid things I've done that I just can't believe I did. Here are five of the worst ones.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Picking the trumpet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why, oh why, did I let my friends talk me into taking trumpet in 5th grade? I knew I should've just taken clarinet, but no. So now I'm stuck playing this stupid french horn that I hate.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Telling Jeremy about my journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now he can't shut his freakin mouth about it! God he can be such a jerk about things sometimes. He won't leave me alone about it until I tell him or let him read it. Note to self: When Jeremy wants something, he is very determined to get it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Thinking I can trust Jazmin with secrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I knew that I never should have told Jazmin that Jeremy kissed me. I specifically told her not to tell Megan and who does she tell? Megan. &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Picking french as a foreign language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet again, I let my friends talk me into to picking something that I wasn't sure I wanted to take. "Sarah, French'll be sooo much more fun than Latin! You don't wanna take boring old Latin do you?" And of course, I went along with it and took French. I regret that decision very much.&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Telling people about my blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;God, now everyone can read this. What was I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108138569050272451?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108138569050272451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108138569050272451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108138569050272451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108138569050272451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/5-bad-decisions.html' title='5 Bad Decisions '/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108130097799547440</id><published>2004-04-06T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:25:41.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reason</title><content type='html'>I have no reason what-so-ever to be even writing right now, but I feel like it so I am. Let's see... What's the oddest thing I can think of to write about?&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese and it's effects on your personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Fake Research Study by Moi&lt;p&gt;Day 1: I observed the subject (Jazmin) eating several small pieces of cheese at the Board of Education meeting type thing tonight. Later this evening, she was acting wackier than her normal strange self. She was quite hyper. She claimed that it was the cheese that did it. I recall another friend of mine, Erin, claiming the same thing once. I shall continue my research on the effects of cheese on your personality tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108130097799547440?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108130097799547440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108130097799547440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108130097799547440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108130097799547440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/no-reason.html' title='No Reason'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108127960267872154</id><published>2004-04-06T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:29:25.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fatal Mistake</title><content type='html'>Never, and I mean &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;, mention to anyone that you just found your old diary. I promise it's nothing but bad luck.&lt;p&gt;First of all, as soon as you find it, get rid of it, don't read it. You're just going to cause yourself pain and embarassment. And in my case a feeling of great stupidity.&lt;p&gt;Why am I telling you this? Because last night I happened to find my journal from 7th grade. I happened to be talking to Jeremy on the phone at the time and made the mistake of telling him I'd just found my old journal.&lt;p&gt;So then, he wanted me to read it. I started to, but I just couldn't read some of the stuff in there to him. It was just so stupid! It's not that what I was talking about was stupid, it was just how I wrote it. &lt;p&gt;I would always be trying to make everything sound all poetic, but it just turned out &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Moral: &lt;i&gt;Next time I find an old journal, I'll burn it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108127960267872154?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108127960267872154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108127960267872154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108127960267872154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108127960267872154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-fatal-mistake.html' title='My Fatal Mistake'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108119643474518321</id><published>2004-04-05T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T16:23:16.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's an It?</title><content type='html'>This bothers me. Il (pronounced eel) is the french word for he. It's also the french word for it.&lt;p&gt; Il est gentil. (He is nice.) Il fait beau. (It's nice outside.)&lt;p&gt;Are they trying to send us a message about French men or something? I just find that so odd. Yet another reason why I hate french. The class, the country, the people. (No offense to anyone who is)&lt;p&gt;What the hell am I talking about? If you're scared by this whole thing, you're not alone, I am too. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108119643474518321?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108119643474518321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108119643474518321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108119643474518321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108119643474518321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/hes-it.html' title='He&apos;s an It?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108102441583993570</id><published>2004-04-03T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T15:36:43.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, poor kindergarteners</title><content type='html'>This is awful. I can't believe I was even mad at Jeremy for a second. He was just being so annoying arguing with his brother last night. But luckily he had to go before I got really mad and yelled at him or something. I just can't believe I was mad at him. Not really mad even, just annoyed. &lt;p&gt;But it's much better now. We went for a "walk". The walking part lasted maybe ten minutes. Then we got to Kingsborough.&lt;p&gt; It's awful to think we go there, an elementry school, to make out. Poor, poor kindergarteners... Well it's Saturday, so that's ok. &lt;p&gt;I got kinda cold so Jeremy made me wear his army jacket so I wouldn't freeze then told me how cute I looked in it. &lt;p&gt;The whole freakin time though there were stupid little noises that I'm sure were just there to annoy me. The lamp post was making this really annoying ticking noise. Someone was playing this awful rap music. Then there was a stupid woodpecker. And last but not least, this guy kept riding by on a motor cycle. I swear, they were all out to annoy me.&lt;p&gt;But really it was quite a good time. We've &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; kissed for that long before. Lets see, I left the house at eleven o'clock and came back around 1:30. I think my dad was beginning to worry I was never coming back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108102441583993570?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108102441583993570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108102441583993570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108102441583993570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108102441583993570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/poor-poor-kindergarteners.html' title='Poor, poor kindergarteners'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108094524987124848</id><published>2004-04-02T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:36:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Maybe She was Right</title><content type='html'>Last night when I was talking to Jeremy, he was saying that we should go see a movie for my birthday. So then we got to talking about when we went to see 50 First Dates. And well, we all know what happened. (If not, see &lt;a href="http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_hopelessness_archive.html#107989033532125988"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; entry) He said that his friend said that there was actually a lot that we must have missed. Huh, so Megan was sort of right for once. I don't like that thought. *shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108094524987124848?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108094524987124848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108094524987124848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108094524987124848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108094524987124848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-maybe-she-was-right.html' title='So Maybe She was Right'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108086803395216784</id><published>2004-04-01T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:09:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Then I woke up crying...</title><content type='html'>I had the strangest dream yesterday when I stayed home and slept all day. In my dream, I woke up. I was really tired and I didn't know quite what was going on. My mom was sitting on the edge of my bed. I could hear Haley crying outside my room. I asked my mom what was wrong with Haley but she didn't answer me, she just walked out of the room. I got out of bed and opened the door. Right in front of my door was someone playing a clarinet. I have no clue who they were. I just know they were wearing a red sweater. Then, two people came out of Haley's room carrying Haley on a chair. She was still crying. Then I realized Haley was really sick and they were taking her to the hospital or something. Then I woke up crying. It was so wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108086803395216784?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108086803395216784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108086803395216784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108086803395216784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108086803395216784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/04/then-i-woke-up-crying.html' title='Then I woke up crying...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108075412281291804</id><published>2004-03-31T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:31:19.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Nowhere</title><content type='html'>It's finally warm outside. Well it was yesterday anyway. Now it's all cloudy and rainy. I don't care. I'm staying home sick anyway. I'm not really sick just really tired. Sometimes I just can't bring myself to leave to house and actually go to school. If I'd gone, I would've come home because I'm so tired. I didnt see any point in going and coming home. &lt;p&gt;I wish I went to church. I haven't gone in a long time. We didn't even go for Christmas this year. The last time I went was last Easter and that was almost a year ago. I dont even go to church school anymore. It makes me feel really bad. My parents don't care if we go to church or not. But not going makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong. I always thought Roman Catholics were supposed to be really religious. I mean you don't have to like be super involved in church or anything, but we should atleast go on Sunday. But no. We stopped going when my sister was born. I guess it's just to much of a pain to be a good Christian.&lt;p&gt;I guess I'm not going much of anywhere lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108075412281291804?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108075412281291804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108075412281291804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108075412281291804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108075412281291804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/going-nowhere.html' title='Going Nowhere'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108061081095846753</id><published>2004-03-29T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:43:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooong List</title><content type='html'>Instructions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this whole list into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold the things that are true about you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything you don't bold is false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. When I was younger I made some bad decisions. &lt;br /&gt;02. I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;03. I love psychodelic mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04. I love sleeping.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05. I have loads of books.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I once slept in a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;07. I love playing video games. &lt;br /&gt;08. I adore marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;09. I watch porn movies. (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;10. I watch them with my father.&lt;br /&gt;11. I like sharks.&lt;br /&gt;12. I love spiders.&lt;br /&gt;13. I was born without hair and I still have no hair.&lt;br /&gt;14. I like George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. People are cool.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have jacuzzi and a Porsche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. I have a lot to learn. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife everywhere with myself. &lt;br /&gt;20. I'm really really smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. I have a secret. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. I hate snow. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I drink only milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Punk rock rules.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. I hate Bill Gates! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I love Chinese food. &lt;br /&gt;28. I would hate to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. I am not a morning person. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I wear glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. I don't need glasses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I have potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. I like cheese. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. My legs are two different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin. &lt;br /&gt;36. I wear a padded bra. Otherwise I don't have boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. I can ramble on about absolutely nothing.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. I'm left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;39. I hate llamas, but I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;40. I don't like horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;41. I suck at climbing, but I love it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;42. People hate me usually. &lt;br /&gt;43. I like pop music. &lt;br /&gt;44. I hardly ever go to bed before midnight. &lt;br /&gt;45. I hate parking fines.&lt;br /&gt;46. I know the National Anthem of my country by heart...&lt;br /&gt;47. I know more than two languages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. I spend too much time on my computer. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I often want to throw my computer out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. I live on the first floor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I don't like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;52. I'd like to be more original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. I've lied before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Cocks are my favorite birds. (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;55. I want to conquer the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. I wonder what happens when you die.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. I've read all books about Harry Potter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Eat your dog!&lt;br /&gt;59. I love to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;60. I hate science with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. I like to write. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. I like changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. I hate going to class.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;64. I am afraid to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. I hate dish washing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. My hair is long, brown, and curly.&lt;br /&gt;67. My nails are nine inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. One of my favorite colors is black. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. I like to sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;70. I am hopeless at cooking. &lt;br /&gt;71. I sucked my thumb when I was little. &lt;br /&gt;72. I should be doing something else rather than writing this. &lt;br /&gt;73. I am online a lot, but not on AOL. &lt;br /&gt;74. I hate government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;75. I have a boyfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. I'm too nice for my own good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. I love to read, I read as much as I can. Though I never have time.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;78. I don't trust newspapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. I sometimes like arguing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. I live in a lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;81. I clean my room once a month. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;82. I'm scared of american fast food. &lt;br /&gt;83. I am prying open my third eye.&lt;br /&gt;84. I love Mozambique. &lt;br /&gt;85. I don't trust any religion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. I used to play with barbies. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. I wanted to be a super hero when I was little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;88. I like listening to wind chimes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. I'm very disorganized. &lt;br /&gt;90. My hair is long and straight.&lt;br /&gt;91. I learn a lot. &lt;br /&gt;92. I don't like spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;93. I keep a diary. (doesn't this count?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. I can't do cartwheels. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;95. I am very lazy.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. I'm sarcastic. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. I think my hair is annoying. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. I'm very emotional. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. I love being "ab-normal". &lt;br /&gt;100. My left eye is violet and my right eye is a light blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108061081095846753?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108061081095846753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108061081095846753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108061081095846753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108061081095846753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/loooong-list.html' title='Loooong List'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108059185028952887</id><published>2004-03-29T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:26:45.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preps</title><content type='html'>The preps all live down by Melcher Park. I hate going down there sometimes. They're usually all sitting out on somebody's front lawn. When you walk by a couple of them say hi because they feel bad for you. I dont feel bad for me. I'd never want to be a prep. Just because they're "popular" and they get anything they want... I wouldn't want to be popular. It's too much pressure. I like being who I am and not having to worry about being perfect and impressing everyone with how pretty I am. The fact is, most of them are just about as far from perfect as you can get. I really dont know what you'd call me. I'm not a prep or a scumbag or a slut or a punk or a goth. I'm just like...nobody. I wouldn't say I'm a social outcast or anything, I mean I have friends. But we're just not anything special. We're just those girls over there. I don't feel bad for myself. I like being nothing. I don't have any standards to live up to or anything. I can just come to school and be me and no one will care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108059185028952887?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108059185028952887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108059185028952887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108059185028952887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108059185028952887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/preps.html' title='Preps'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108051390525641063</id><published>2004-03-28T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T17:47:39.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cactus</title><content type='html'>Last night was the last night of the play. That was kind of repetitive. Oh well. So after the play we went over to Autumn's for her b'day party. I got her a cactus. It was awesome! Now I want a cactus though. Then this afternoon I went to Darling Field with Jeremy, Kayleigh and Jazmin. Kayleigh and Jazmin just showed up at my house unexpectedly just before I was leaving to go for a walk with Jeremy. It kind of annoyed me at first but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108051390525641063?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108051390525641063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108051390525641063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108051390525641063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108051390525641063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/cactus.html' title='Cactus'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108042206200503893</id><published>2004-03-27T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:16:55.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>I love this template. I'm not sure if I'm gonna put up on BlogSkins though cause I think that it's just gonna be my template for a while. Then when I'm board with it it can go up on BlogSkins. For now it's all mine though! ;-) &lt;br&gt;Anyways last night was opening night for the school play. I think me and Jazmin messed up a little bit. I hope no one noticed. As Caitlin was going up the stairs to meet the prince she ripped her dress! I was trying really hard not to laugh, but it was hard! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108042206200503893?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108042206200503893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108042206200503893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108042206200503893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108042206200503893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108025756598665296</id><published>2004-03-25T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:35:17.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piano Named Louis</title><content type='html'>My dad got me and my sister a keyboard as an early birthday present. (Her birthday is like 11 days before mine, so it's a present for both of us) I decided it's name should be Louis. Actually, I like Charles better but Haley said that it should be Louis and so it is. I'm in a really good mood today, so don't even try to piss me off. It isn't going to work, I promise. Today our little &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hopelessness2000/friends.html"&gt;Autumn&lt;/a&gt; turned 14. This morning she showed up at school wearing a sign that said, "It's my birthday!" Too bad Jazmin missed it, she's been sick. I hope she's better for tomorrow since she's my dance partner in the play and tomorrow is opening night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108025756598665296?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108025756598665296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108025756598665296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108025756598665296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108025756598665296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/piano-named-louis.html' title='A Piano Named Louis'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-108000423179829640</id><published>2004-03-22T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T20:13:00.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much info in my last one...</title><content type='html'>I didnt tell you much of anything in my last entry, did I? Oh well you're not getting anymore. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. So here it goes:&lt;br&gt;Today I really got it from everybody about that whole making out with Jeremy in front of everybody thing. I really didnt think it was that huge of a deal, but oh well. I have a random quote. "No Mother, I'm just asking because I dont want any." ~Jeremy&lt;br&gt;It had to do with hard boiled eggs. He wanted a hard boiled egg and he asked his mom how long you cook it for and she was like, "Why, do you want one?" You'd just have to have heard it. Especially over the phone. It was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-108000423179829640?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/108000423179829640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=108000423179829640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108000423179829640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/108000423179829640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/not-much-info-in-my-last-one.html' title='Not much info in my last one...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107999227196326200</id><published>2004-03-22T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:53:39.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>Ok I just re-read &lt;a href="http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_hopelessness_archive.html#107939770601092528"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; entry and I think it sounded a little wrong. Those were not his exact words so that people dont think Jeremy's a pervert. Don't even say anything Megan, I know what you're thinking. "You're a hore and Jeremy's a pervert, it's perfect!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107999227196326200?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107999227196326200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107999227196326200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107999227196326200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107999227196326200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107989033532125988</id><published>2004-03-21T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T12:34:42.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 First Dates</title><content type='html'>Went to see 50 First Dates with Jeremy, Jazmin, Megan, Erin, Kayleigh and Lauren last night. It was actually a really good movie. The parts of it I saw anyway. Too bad me and Jeremy hadn't been sitting in the row &lt;i&gt;behind&lt;/i&gt; everyone else. That way they wouldn't have all been sitting there laughing their heads off because we were making out. And there was no way we kissed for 20 minutes Megan. That's a really long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107989033532125988?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107989033532125988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107989033532125988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107989033532125988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107989033532125988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/50-first-dates.html' title='50 First Dates'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107979241239018340</id><published>2004-03-20T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T09:22:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I ever do to you Megan?</title><content type='html'>I cant stand it anymore! A particular person, who's name is Megan, is just really making me mad right now. It's really gone way too far. It was funny the first time, actually you know what? It wasnt. I dont like the nicknames, except for Frenchie, that one's not &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; bad. I dont like the arguing about anything and everything, its just stupid. And God, atleast stop smacking me. I dont deserve that. What did I ever do to you Megan? If you could, please tell me. Maybe I'm just missing something. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107979241239018340?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107979241239018340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107979241239018340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107979241239018340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107979241239018340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-did-i-ever-do-to-you-megan.html' title='What did I ever do to you Megan?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107963970904721115</id><published>2004-03-18T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T16:24:21.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is the plan...</title><content type='html'>I will move to Diaryland when I start 9th grade. Yes that's what I'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107963970904721115?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107963970904721115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107963970904721115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107963970904721115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107963970904721115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/here-is-plan.html' title='Here is the plan...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107947282468303508</id><published>2004-03-16T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T16:36:06.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My ABC's</title><content type='html'>A's in school&lt;br /&gt;But that's OK&lt;br /&gt;Cat named Comet&lt;br /&gt;Dammit Jim!&lt;br /&gt;Elmo is my friend&lt;br /&gt;Friday's never going to come&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scouts&lt;br /&gt;Haley is my sister&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing...again&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is my boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;Kleenex (don't ask :-P)&lt;br /&gt;Love Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Megan scares me a little bit&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;On the OM team...or atleast I was&lt;br /&gt;Penguins rock!&lt;br /&gt;Quit poking me!&lt;br /&gt;Run away! &lt;br /&gt;Sarah...that's me&lt;br /&gt;Tick-tock&lt;br /&gt;Underwear, something you should always wear&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day doesnt suck so much anymore&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;X-acto knives can be dangerous&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm not smart enough to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;Zero is spelled the same in French&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107947282468303508?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107947282468303508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107947282468303508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107947282468303508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107947282468303508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-abcs.html' title='My ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107940367319899526</id><published>2004-03-15T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:23:45.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>I think I may be moving to Diary Land soon. I like the way it's set up better than Blogger. Don't worry, if I do, I'll post the link to it so you won't be left out of my life. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107940367319899526?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107940367319899526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107940367319899526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107940367319899526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107940367319899526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107939770601092528</id><published>2004-03-15T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:44:07.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Just So Sweet</title><content type='html'>You should have heard what Jeremy said to me today. He's been failing everything lately because he doesnt do his homework. So anyway, his mom won't let him use the phone unless he does his homework, so today he did it. So when he told me, I said he deserved a prize. He said he already had the best thing in the world. I asked him what it was and he was just like, "You silly!". I felt so special. He is just so sweet and I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107939770601092528?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107939770601092528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107939770601092528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107939770601092528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107939770601092528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/he-is-just-so-sweet.html' title='He is Just So Sweet'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107938919047097736</id><published>2004-03-15T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:24:41.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Your Own Medicine</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why I just thought of this but...&lt;br&gt;You know the saying a taste of your own medicine? Well I got to thinking, which was quite painful, and I made up a theory on how it came about. So here it goes. Once there was this doctor, and he gave someone bad pills and they died. So the family of the person who took the pills and died thought the doctor deserved a taste of his own medicine. There you go, that's my little theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107938919047097736?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107938919047097736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107938919047097736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107938919047097736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107938919047097736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/taste-of-your-own-medicine.html' title='A Taste of Your Own Medicine'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107935232782849784</id><published>2004-03-15T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:07:48.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Haley!</title><content type='html'>Well this has to be quick cause I have to leave for school in like 5 minutes but anyway. Haley's OM team got 1st at the state competition, so now she's going to World Finals. That's the 2nd team from our town to go to World Finals. Guess who was on the 1st one. Come on guess. Fine be that way. ME! And Jeremy. But it's going to be so boring because Jeremy wont be there and it'll be a whole week. I talked to him the whole week last year and well...I guess I'm going to be making friends with some 4th graders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107935232782849784?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107935232782849784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107935232782849784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107935232782849784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107935232782849784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/go-haley.html' title='Go Haley!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-10791013814190924</id><published>2004-03-12T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T09:25:19.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for Binghamton</title><content type='html'>Well I'm leaving for Haley's OM comepetition in Binghamton. I wouldnt be looking forward to this if Jeremy wasnt going to be there. Darn you Jim! We would be competing too if you hadnt ruined everything! Ok, I'm fine, I'm fine. Dont worry about me. I'll just sit here in my corner. Alone. Not competing. Haley's science fair was...um...hmmm...I'm not sure seen as how I wasnt in there all night. Anyway, I started to write about this last night, but anyway, after Megan and Sam left I was finally alone with Jeremy. Nothing against Megan or anything but she gets very annoying after a while. He kissed me last night, for a long time. Well longer than usually anyway. I will say no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-10791013814190924?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/10791013814190924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=10791013814190924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/10791013814190924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/10791013814190924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/leaving-for-binghamton.html' title='Leaving for Binghamton'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107905501874742639</id><published>2004-03-11T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:32:35.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>Went to Haley's science fair but I hung with Jeremy, Sam and Megan outside the whole time. Quite enjoyable in fact. Um, especially after Sam and Megan left. Its not that I dont like you guys or anything its just... Well I dunno. It was just that I like being alone with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107905501874742639?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107905501874742639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107905501874742639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107905501874742639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107905501874742639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107896719983216700</id><published>2004-03-10T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T20:08:56.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Ugh I've been waiting for Jeremy to call all evening. This is taking way too long. I must go call him right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107896719983216700?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107896719983216700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107896719983216700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107896719983216700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107896719983216700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107895471776945156</id><published>2004-03-10T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:01:34.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But thats OK</title><content type='html'>If this bores you people, please forgive me. I hate my french class so much! God I know that I used to actually like the class, but that was a really long time ago. It's the worst 42 minutes of the entire day. &lt;br&gt;Anyway, I walked home with Jeremy again today. Part of the way we walked with Kayleigh and Jazmin, but then we had to turn. Kayleigh scares me, but thats &lt;b&gt;OK&lt;/b&gt;. I always say that. But thats &lt;b&gt;OK&lt;/b&gt;. Sorry I'll stop. It's so warm out, I think spring is finally coming. I love spring. That means my birthday's coming. And once my birthday gets here, it means the school year's almost over, just exams. Which, by the way, I'm probably not going to have to take. Our teachers said that if we do well on the state exams, we dont have to take finals! Ha! That's four less days of school for me! Not to brag or anything... ;-)&lt;br&gt;But anyway. When Jeremy dropped me off a few houses down from ours (cause my dad would flip out if he saw Jeremy kiss me goodbye) he kissed me and it was a little bit longer than normally. But dont worry Jazmin, it wasnt &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107895471776945156?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107895471776945156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107895471776945156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107895471776945156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107895471776945156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/but-thats-ok.html' title='But thats &lt;b&gt;OK&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107888530911909757</id><published>2004-03-09T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:24:04.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah! Forgot something!</title><content type='html'>Oops forgot something! Kisses to Jeremy! I do know I could have just edited the post but too bad. XOXOXOXXX &lt;br&gt; :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107888530911909757?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107888530911909757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107888530911909757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107888530911909757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107888530911909757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/ah-forgot-something.html' title='Ah! Forgot something!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107888516779017772</id><published>2004-03-09T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:21:43.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times, Good Times</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking about last year at World's in Iowa. I hadnt thought about it in a while. It's odd... I dont know. I know I spent a lot of time with Jeremy. I dont even know when I realized how much I liked him. At the time I was just thinking he was cool and funny and we had a lot in common. Then, I dont know, sometime after that I just fell in love with him. It's just completely a dream come true to me now. Every night I talk to him on the phone and when we hang up he says he loves me and I tell him I love him too. I've just been thinking about how it was just a dream a little over a month ago and now it's real. I dont mean to sound over dramatic or anything it's just that he's...well he's Jeremy. What can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107888516779017772?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107888516779017772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107888516779017772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107888516779017772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107888516779017772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/good-times-good-times.html' title='Good Times, Good Times'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107887010839979548</id><published>2004-03-09T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:10:43.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Block</title><content type='html'>I cant think of any ideas for a template anymore! Ack! Maybe I'll just rearrange my Got Milk? layout so it has space for a tagboard and use that. Man am I bored. But I dont really even like my Got Milk? layout. I dont want to use my Ice Cream one again either, I want one like it but with a different color scheme and pic. I'm going pic hunting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107887010839979548?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107887010839979548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107887010839979548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107887010839979548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107887010839979548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/brain-block.html' title='Brain Block'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107879723999549696</id><published>2004-03-08T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T20:56:13.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so it wasnt so bad...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I guess today wasnt &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; bad. But still I get to school and Chelsie's flippin out cause Ms. Burton isnt here. Come on Chelsie, she's a teacher. God she acts like she's married to her or something which just isnt normal. But then she tells me it's Cristin's birthday. God I hate Cristin. So Cristin comes in and Chelsie kicks me in the leg so I go &lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Cristin&lt;/b&gt; while I look at the ground and pretend she's not there. But I guess other than that today wasnt so bad. I went to Jazmin's house after school and we had hamburgers and curly fries for dinner. That was good. So I got home and Jeremy left two messages on the answering machine so I called him back. Then his mom was on the phone. So he didnt call back for like an hour-ish. Then his brother &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to use the phone like 1/2 an hour into the conversation. So it kind of sucked. I usually talk to him for like 2 hours but nooooo. Fine people be that way. You know what, today really was that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107879723999549696?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107879723999549696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107879723999549696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107879723999549696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107879723999549696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-so-it-wasnt-so-bad.html' title='Ok so it wasnt so bad...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107874796203304834</id><published>2004-03-08T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T07:14:55.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's going to be awful</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be the worst day in the history of me. It's just going to be so bad. Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107874796203304834?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107874796203304834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107874796203304834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107874796203304834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107874796203304834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-going-to-be-awful.html' title='It&apos;s going to be awful'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107870830083942081</id><published>2004-03-07T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:13:54.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><content type='html'>Today I spent the whole day with Jeremy. Is that not special? I know, it is. Anyway, we went for a walk this afternoon then we hung out at my house. My parents were home, so it was OK. So basically, we didnt get a moment's peace all day. Haley was just being soooo annoying. She just kept following us around. We go in the kitchen, she's there. We walk into the living room, she follows us. We go on the porch, she comes too. Isnt that lovely? So then, he stayed for dinner. After that we played Uno Attack and that was just...embarassing. My family... ugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041831567_ebutpsycho.gif" border="0" alt="cute but psycho"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You&lt;br&gt;adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,&lt;br&gt;you might not have it all, but there are worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107870830083942081?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107870830083942081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107870830083942081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107870830083942081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107870830083942081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-i.html' title='Today I...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107867296532406227</id><published>2004-03-07T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T10:24:58.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dory!</title><content type='html'>Yay me and Jazmin both got Dory on the Finding Nemo quiz! Sorry I'm like really into these quizes lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character 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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107867296532406227?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107867296532406227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107867296532406227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107867296532406227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107867296532406227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/dory.html' title='Dory!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107866819043105126</id><published>2004-03-07T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T09:05:23.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chaoscomesatnite/1073432781_csFaeWings.jpg" border="0" alt="FAE"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are blessed with &lt;b&gt;FAERY&lt;/b&gt; wings. Beauty,&lt;br&gt;laughter, life, magic...that's what you are all&lt;br&gt;about. You are refreshingly innocent and happy&lt;br&gt;with your life of purity and play. Life's a&lt;br&gt;game and it's a good one. In your eyes there's&lt;br&gt;no way to lose! You can be very mischeivous and&lt;br&gt;have been known to cause trouble, but it's all&lt;br&gt;in the name of fun and not meant to really harm&lt;br&gt;anyone. You like to play tricks on people who&lt;br&gt;aren't quite as bright or clever as you - which&lt;br&gt;is almost everyone. Nature is the setting you&lt;br&gt;prefer to be in - Always. Barefoot and wild you&lt;br&gt;can't be tamed. You're probably a restless&lt;br&gt;spirit who loves to travel, and quite a&lt;br&gt;dreamer. Your creativity is astounding and your&lt;br&gt;art (of whatever media - from writing to&lt;br&gt;painting to drama) is like something from&lt;br&gt;another world - ethereal and often very&lt;br&gt;fantasy-oriented. You can either be a social&lt;br&gt;butterfly or a loner with their head in the&lt;br&gt;clouds - but rarely inbetween. You stubbornly&lt;br&gt;refuse to accept responsibility or to give in&lt;br&gt;to the wishes of others - unless you feel like&lt;br&gt;it. You have a strong passion for music and&lt;br&gt;can't imagine life without it. You'll grow up&lt;br&gt;someday, but you'll always be a child at heart.&lt;br&gt;You are adventurous and love to take risks, and&lt;br&gt;feel a deep connection with the weather,&lt;br&gt;plants, and animals. You prefer sunshine to&lt;br&gt;thunder or snow, the warmth of summer to&lt;br&gt;autumn's chill, and quiet forests to suburban&lt;br&gt;backyards. Magic through and through, you are&lt;br&gt;far more powerful than you seem, and are&lt;br&gt;capable of being extremely passionate. Though&lt;br&gt;you can be childish, naive, stubborn, and&lt;br&gt;self-absorbed, one thing is certain - life with&lt;br&gt;you will never be boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chaoscomesatnite/quizzes/*~*~*Claim%20Your%20Wings%20-%20Pics%20and%20Long%20Answers*~*~*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107866819043105126?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107866819043105126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107866819043105126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107866819043105126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107866819043105126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/fairy.html' title='Fairy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107866738168196248</id><published>2004-03-07T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T08:51:54.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning!</title><content type='html'>Ok well I'm up. Was on the phone till 10:30 last night. Jazmin, dont even say it. I know what you're thinking. "You're obsessed" Am I right? Am I right? Thought so. Just because I spent like 2  1/2 hours saying I love you, doesnt mean I'm obsessed. It's Sunday, isnt it? That means I have school tomorrow. Ugh thats bad. I haven't done any of my homework yet, I dont plan to do it right now either. I'll do it later, like in a couple hours, or tonight. Or tomorrow morning 5 minutes before school starts. Anyway I have nothing to talk about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107866738168196248?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107866738168196248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107866738168196248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107866738168196248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107866738168196248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107861123538881217</id><published>2004-03-06T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T17:16:07.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Caitlin, Jeremy and me went bowling last night. I had wanted to go with just Jeremy but my parents were like no, you can't go on a date. You're only 13! So I invited Caitlin. (It was still a date) So it was a dollar per person per game. The first game just me and Jeremy played cuz caitlin was like I'm gonna make a fool outta myself. Then she played the other four games after she watched us make fools out of ourselves. But it was soooo fun! We're gonna go again in a couple weeks. I cant wait! So then my mom came to take us home. So first we dropped Catilin off. Then we dropped Jeremy off at his house. He gave me a hug and then he kissed me...on the lips! I dont really know if that was what he was aiming for but oh well too bad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107861123538881217?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107861123538881217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107861123538881217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107861123538881217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107861123538881217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/03/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107810218805638921</id><published>2004-02-29T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:00:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Home Penguin- Representin' the birds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you not to ask...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107810218805638921?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107810218805638921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107810218805638921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107810218805638921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107810218805638921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/dont-ask.html' title='Dont Ask'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107808866074103786</id><published>2004-02-29T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T16:06:27.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy</title><content type='html'>I'm just so happy now. My parents were going to make me go to the mall and not let me take a walk with Jeremy, but they let me stay home and do that. So he came over around 1 o'clock and we took a walk. We were back by like 2 o'clock. So until like just now we were sitting on the back steps with his arms around me. Then it got kinda cold so he left but he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I've never felt so happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107808866074103786?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107808866074103786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107808866074103786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107808866074103786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107808866074103786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-happy.html' title='So Happy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107806440087853917</id><published>2004-02-29T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T09:22:06.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Mad</title><content type='html'>I'm just so mad at Jim! He ruined everything! God, he was just telling the judges everything and they weren't even asking. The one thing I forgot to tell him not to do... Ugh he should know that you're not supposed to tell them if an adult helped you with something! And his mother! God she should burn in...well you know where I mean. So anyway we had a score of 159 which is really good. But nooooo! Jim got us 10 penalty points for making a loud noise in the pre-staging area and another 10 penalty points for telling the judges his mom helped with the flowers! And we would have come in 1st and gone to states if it wasnt for him! But we got third. Oh he should have that trophy shoved down his throat. Or the other end. Makes no difference to me. Then his mom was just like "Now we could be mad and point fingers or we could be nice and forgive and forget" and I was just like "or you could shut your mouth!" Then she yelled at me and I was just so pissed I didnt even care. Ooooh! She makes me so mad! I just wanna punch her! Other than that yesterday was a good day. That all happened in about an hour so you know. But anyway I was having a good day...except for the fact that people kept hitting me and Jeremy with books... But that's besides the point. I was just generally happy with being able to be with Jeremy like all day. But now I dont get to see him anymore and it's all Jim's fault! See now, I would be seeing him at OM still if it hadnt been for Jim ruining everything. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107806440087853917?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107806440087853917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107806440087853917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107806440087853917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107806440087853917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/happy-and-mad.html' title='Happy and Mad'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107792903284347593</id><published>2004-02-27T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T19:45:56.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Happy</title><content type='html'>So happy again. Tomorrow is the OM Regionals. I really hope we do good! God I cant wait till tomorrow. Even if I do have other reasons for being excited about it... We all know who I'm talking about. I still really hope we do good. Even if I have &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; reasons for wanting to do good. Again, we all know who I'm talking about! I'm such a spaz sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107792903284347593?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107792903284347593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107792903284347593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107792903284347593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107792903284347593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m So Happy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107775340139571208</id><published>2004-02-25T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:00:17.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Hand...</title><content type='html'>Forgot to tell y'all that on Monday I held hands with Jeremy. I was very happy yesh very happy. His hand was warm but it wasn't sweaty or anything. Yesh there we go. Now I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107775340139571208?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107775340139571208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107775340139571208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107775340139571208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107775340139571208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/his-hand.html' title='His Hand...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107766885478465456</id><published>2004-02-24T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:29:36.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr...</title><content type='html'>Not in a good mood, not a good mood at all. I'm stressed, I'm tired and I really can't stand it anymore. Just leave me alone to bang my head into the wall. I'll be fine, I may have a few less brain cells, but I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107766885478465456?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107766885478465456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107766885478465456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107766885478465456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107766885478465456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/grrr.html' title='Grrr...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107749516832516028</id><published>2004-02-22T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T19:14:47.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating</title><content type='html'>Went ice skating with Jazmin today. That was really fun actually. I thought it would be hard, but it wasnt. I got the hang of it almost right away. &lt;br&gt;Just so you know, if you click the link in my last post, wait for the part with the snake. After that its repeating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107749516832516028?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107749516832516028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107749516832516028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107749516832516028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107749516832516028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/skating.html' title='Skating'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107747123689132135</id><published>2004-02-22T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T12:35:55.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>You have to look at this! It is soooo awesome. &lt;a href="http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com"&gt;See it?&lt;/a&gt; It is sooooo cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107747123689132135?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107747123689132135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107747123689132135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107747123689132135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107747123689132135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107738543798240524</id><published>2004-02-21T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:46:20.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just like...ugh</title><content type='html'>Forgot to tell you about that! It was so funny. When I was on the phone with Jeremy last night I was talking about my name and I hate my name. I go it's just like...ugh. So now he's teasin me about that. And the fact that I like always say like. See there I go again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107738543798240524?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107738543798240524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107738543798240524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107738543798240524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107738543798240524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-just-likeugh.html' title='It&apos;s just like...ugh'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107732021094312275</id><published>2004-02-20T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T18:38:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I'm Happy</title><content type='html'>God I dont know what to say. I just know I'm really happy. I've been going out with Jeremy two weeks yesterday. It might not seem like that long to you, but it does to me. I'm new to the whole boyfriend thing. All I know is that I like him like a lot. I would say I love him, but I havent even said that to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, so I'm not gonna say it to you. For some odd reason my new favorite color is white. I dont know why, it just is. Dont even ask. Anyway, I've been on the phone with Jeremy like all day. Dont ask what we were talking about, cause i seriously dont know. Well I do but its completely idiotic and no one would want to hear about it anyway. But I'll tell you anyway. We talked about using the word like too much, because I do. Then we were talking about Billy Madison, which lead to a conversation about penguins. Penguins rock by the way. Jeremy's so sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107732021094312275?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107732021094312275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107732021094312275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107732021094312275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107732021094312275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/man-im-happy.html' title='Man I&apos;m Happy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107714836947204928</id><published>2004-02-18T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:54:44.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goin to Girl Scouts in like five minutes. My friends are annoying me (you know which ones you are) I wish you guys would shut up! It's funny the first couple times, but then after a while hearing someone call you by Mrs Burrell isnt all that amusing. Ok I'm not married first of all and second of all...I dont know but it just sounded good. Whatever. Now I'm sad because I havent talked to Jeremy on the phone in two days. And it doesnt matter if I saw him at OM because I dont get to talk to him then and I want to talk to him really bad. And I dont wanna...you know what I'm not gonna say it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107714836947204928?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107714836947204928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107714836947204928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107714836947204928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107714836947204928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/goin-to-girl-scouts-in-like-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107698141831869637</id><published>2004-02-17T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T13:58:23.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teen Town was so awesome! Blair got a whole cup of soda dumped on him for calling these two girls lesbians. He deserved it though. And then Garett and Bruce go over and the corner and do a mosh pit. Yeah it didnt make sense to me either lol. &lt;br&gt;But Valentines Day was really good. Yesh. Jeremy came over and we talked for like an hour but then he had to leave. Anyways, he gave me a necklace for V-day and its gold with diamonds. My friends all think its real, but I'm not sure. Maybe it is, I dunno. By the way, if you're thinking something happened, nothing happened. Jazmin was there, yeah I made out with him in front of her. Yeah right lol. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107698141831869637?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107698141831869637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107698141831869637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107698141831869637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107698141831869637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/teen-town-was-so-awesome-blair-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107671490441520158</id><published>2004-02-13T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:30:14.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heading to Teen Town in like five minutes so I'm just gonna do a quick blog. So I get to see Jeremy tomorrow for like the first time in over a week. My mom doesnt know he's coming over but I'll deal with it when it happens. I'm gonna be spending the night at Jazmin's. Then we're gonna make a chicken skirt for OM. That'll be awesome! Its like a poodle skirt, but we're gonna put a chick on it instead of a poodle. Its awesomely. (sorry I do tend to make up words lol) I wish Jazmin would hurry up! We're gonna be late for Teen Town! Oh well, why would I care about that anyway. It's not like Jeremy's gonna be there. Cause well ya know he's in HighSchool and its Jr High thing. Which sucks. I spent like half an hour doing my make-up and I dont even have any guys to impress. Thats completely depressing and stupid. Well I had better go since Jazmin'll be here soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107671490441520158?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107671490441520158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107671490441520158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107671490441520158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107671490441520158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/heading-to-teen-town-in-like-five.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107625561800882787</id><published>2004-02-08T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T10:55:22.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy right now! I talked to Jeremy on the phone for like two hours last night. Hey its not my fault I haven't talked to him in almost a year! I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Yeah it is your fault you haven't talked to him." Well its not! Don't ruin this for me. I don't really know what we talked about. We just talked about stuff. Like... umm... I dont really know. Ummm...well we talked about like when we were little and all the stupid things we've done. You know like the summer before 5th grade I flipped my bike into a tree. So the tree was only like four feet high, but it still took a chunk out of my knee! But you know, wierd stuff like that. But well now I am like so happy and I really don't think I could be happier. Well, maybe. But it would be pretty hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107625561800882787?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107625561800882787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107625561800882787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107625561800882787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107625561800882787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-so-happy-right-now-i-talked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107603046425091931</id><published>2004-02-05T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:22:46.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess you could say I had a good day. Okay, I had a really good day. I have a boyfriend now. Guess who! Guess! Fine dont. I'm going out with Jeremy. I was trying to call him but I got the answering machine. (See Jazmin, I tried) If I dont sound overly extatic about everything, it's because I'm tired. I really am happy. Really I am! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107603046425091931?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107603046425091931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107603046425091931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107603046425091931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107603046425091931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-guess-you-could-say-i-had-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107542594376848582</id><published>2004-01-29T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:34:39.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything seems so bad lately. I am so sad right now. If you're going to ask why, I'll explain it one more time for anyone who doesnt know already. Yesterday at OM, Megan asked Mr. Topliff where the picture of her from fourth grade was. (I was in it too) And I was like, yeah Mr. Topliff, you replaced it with this ugly one of me. Then Megan was like, but Jeremy's in the picture! So then Mr. Topliff said something about that he likes someone, or rather someone likes him. It confused me and made me sad because I thought he liked me. I mean, if you spend an entire week with someone, it kinda creates an impression. Plus the fact Kayla kept telling me he said he was gonna ask me out. Saturday, I'm gonna see Jeremy, for like the first time in seven months. I'm excited and nervous and scared. That's when the OM practice spontaneous competition is. He'll be there, I hope so anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107542594376848582?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107542594376848582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107542594376848582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107542594376848582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107542594376848582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/01/everything-seems-so-bad-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107473134960577004</id><published>2004-01-21T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:30:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you think being an extra counts as a part in a play? I mean I get to stand around and pretend to drink punch. *eyebrow thing* Oh well, I still get to go to Friendly's after the play. But oh my god, Jim's mom is freakin annoying! Sorry, she just really bothers me a lot. And I have to go to their house. *shudders* Just for OM though and well Jazmin and Megan might be there too. Still, I dont want to eat any food in their house because it could be... icky-poo-poo. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107473134960577004?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107473134960577004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107473134960577004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107473134960577004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107473134960577004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/01/do-you-think-being-extra-counts-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107452799960965080</id><published>2004-01-19T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T11:01:24.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man I'm gonna be grounded for like a year! I signed up for gettyimages and I downloaded an image and I dont even know if it was free or not! If its not free, I'm going to be grounded for sooooooooo long I can't even say it! I dont know if it was free to sign up, it didnt say &lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt;! I just assumed it was, but now I'm worried that I'm wrong. I can't believe I did that! I won't be aloud to go to school even I'll be in so much trouble! *bursts into tears*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107452799960965080?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107452799960965080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107452799960965080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107452799960965080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107452799960965080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-man-im-gonna-be-grounded-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107438211348093117</id><published>2004-01-17T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T18:32:31.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow its kinda been a while since I blogged. I've been kinda busy with the ELAs and all. They were just so boring. We had to write and essay about an advertisement that we'd seen. I wrote about Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. *eyebrow thing* Then yesterday we had an "its &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; cold day" instead of a snow day. It was like 30 below. Then I was talkin to Jazmin on IM and she was like "we should do something today". So we wanted to go roller blading. But then my mom was like "I'm not driving to Amsterdam in the cold". So we decided to go bowling. She kept going "Who's a big winner? *poke, poke, poke* And then she spent the night and we stayed up until like 1 o'clock. She was reading my old journal from sixth and seventh grade and there was one entry from this year. It was fun though cause I said a ton of really stupid stuff. Like, "Kris is so strong and handsome" ewwwwww! Then we had Girl Scouts, dorky, I know. But who cares. We made boo-boo buddies for the little kids in the hospital and mittens for a kindergarten class. After that, our whole troup when sledding at the golf course. It was so fun! Caitlin kept running into me, but well thats ok. I flipped over a couple times and I went over a really big bump and it hurt my butt when I landed. Then we made a chain and Erin and Autumn let go. After, when we had to leave, Erin was climbing up the hill and she was at the top and she just fell down on her sled and went all the way back down the hill. It so funny! Jazmin's toes were really cold. They turned bright red! But now I'm really tired cause we stayed up late and all the sewing and being outside.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107438211348093117?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107438211348093117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107438211348093117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107438211348093117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107438211348093117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/01/wow-its-kinda-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107314102304951395</id><published>2004-01-03T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T09:44:51.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while. Christmas was good, I got a TV. The thing is, there hasn't been much on since I got it. Oh well. I think I have the flu or something. My throat  hurts and my nose is stuffy and well yeah it &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; be a cold but I felt like being dramatic. Haven't done much cause everyone's been sick. I have a bean bag chair.  Yup. Okay this is boring. Oh yeah, my computer's like almost dead. It keeps locking up. Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107314102304951395?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107314102304951395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107314102304951395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107314102304951395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107314102304951395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2004/01/havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107179793315908351</id><published>2003-12-18T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T20:39:46.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You should've been at lunch today! It was so funny!...and gross! I don't know what Kaleigh said but it must've been funny. All of a sudden I hear *pfffff* Then I look up and there's milk everywhere. Autumn spit her milk out all over the place! It was so nasty and so funny. Elijah must've seen it because he almost threw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107179793315908351?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107179793315908351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107179793315908351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107179793315908351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107179793315908351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-shouldve-been-at-lunch-today-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107161409589568256</id><published>2003-12-16T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T17:35:47.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where oh where is Jasmine's blog? Oh where, oh where can it be? I dunno, I forgot. Anyway the world is so boring, the world is so boring. I'm in a very sing-ish mood today. I really need something to do, besides eat chocolate. That really isn't a very good hobby. It's almost Christmas and I'm sooooo happy! And like now, umm, I forget. Just out of curiosity, are all french teachers nuts? I mean, she talks to Barbie dolls and stuffed cats... Like why? And I'm not trying to sound like a valley girl, I've talked like that for "like" forever! Like totally! Ok, now I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; trying. We never had our OM Christmas party! *sob* Oh well, guess I'll have to wait until Monday. God, I don't even remember what happened today. It's all blurry. No my brain does not need glasses! I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a blonde! I'm not!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107161409589568256?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107161409589568256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107161409589568256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107161409589568256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107161409589568256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/12/where-oh-where-is-jasmines-blog-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107048769221322092</id><published>2003-12-03T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:42:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blah. Blah. Blah. Do I really have anything to say? No not really, but I'm bored. And tired. Nothing happened today. Oh, I guess this is interesting. (If you're a total and complete idiot) I forgot to put my name on my paper in Science. I told you it was exciting. LOL! Oh my god the universe is boring! I think I'm losing my voice. Oooh! I hope it's gone by tomorrow. Hmmm... You are now entering my thoughts: Kayla's nuts. Yeah. Ugh. I dont know. God. *sighs* You are now leaving my brain. Glad I didnt let her copy my definitions. She'll tell Jeremy "the secret". Like I seriously care. *sighs again* Fine I do care. I'd rather have her tell him anyway. I hate secrets. She thinks she's the only one who knows. Yeah right. She's not even my friend really. Erin's known for like ever. Jasmine knows too of course. And Caitlin. And Leeasia. And... *goes on forever* Me and my friends should have a group blog. It'd be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107048769221322092?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107048769221322092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107048769221322092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107048769221322092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107048769221322092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/12/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107039875420115764</id><published>2003-12-02T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T15:59:51.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could French get any wierder? We had a sub today so we had to watch a movie. 45 minutes of commercials in French! Why? What was the point in that? I &lt;i&gt;guess&lt;/i&gt; it's educational-ish-ly-ful. Sort of. The last commercial was so stupid. It was for sponges. Yeah, sponges. There were hedgehogs and they were rubbing themselves on the sponges. It was just wrong, just wrong. It looked like they were doing...something. Me and Jasmine were laughing about it the whole way to music. Ok, I was wrong, music is way wierder than French. We had to listen to this stupid story on a CD. It was about *english accent* "The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles". It was so dumb. Somebody poke me in the eye with a needle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107039875420115764?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107039875420115764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107039875420115764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107039875420115764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107039875420115764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/12/could-french-get-any-wierder-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-107014123728337841</id><published>2003-11-29T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T16:27:51.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving, how boring. Just a bunch of relatives talking about stuff that no one cares about. Then my dad falls asleep in front of the football game so no one can watch &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br&gt;We're going to get a Christmas tree tomorrow! Hurray! I love Christmas, as you already know. It snowed a lot today and its supposed to snow more tomorrow. Maybe school will be closed on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-107014123728337841?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/107014123728337841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=107014123728337841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107014123728337841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/107014123728337841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/thanksgiving-how-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106961690187027307</id><published>2003-11-23T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:48:50.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Christmas shopping today! Well I didnt buy anything, I just made a list of stuff I want. tee-hee...&lt;br&gt; I'm board and tired and I have to do my homework. Ugh. Oh well I'll just do it later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106961690187027307?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106961690187027307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106961690187027307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106961690187027307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106961690187027307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106953800661383712</id><published>2003-11-22T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T16:53:53.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its almost Christmas! Listenin to a Christmas CD. I love Christmas, but you know the best part? Church! Yeah, I said church, you got a problem with that? Jeremy's the alter boy at my church and well yeah. I like the part where you get shake hands with everyone and say "Peace be with you." That's the best part. Jeremy always comes over to shake my hand. That's the best part deffinetly. Yay for Christmas! Yay for turkey! Yay for lasagna! (dont ask) Yay for everything that is really cool about Christmas! The gold ribbons, pretty wrapping paper, listening to my dad swear about how the tree wont fit. Yeah its great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106953800661383712?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106953800661383712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106953800661383712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106953800661383712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106953800661383712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/its-almost-christmas-listenin-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106937749680144569</id><published>2003-11-20T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:18:42.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I flipped out so bad at lunch today. God I dont know what I was thinking! I god pineapple juice on my pants so I screamed and ran to get napkins. Then people looked at me like I was a stupid idiot. I cant imagine why... Once my friends convinced me my pants weren't ruined and that it was drying already, I calmed down enough to laugh about it. Dont even ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106937749680144569?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106937749680144569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106937749680144569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106937749680144569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106937749680144569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-flipped-out-so-bad-at-lunch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106910821017125820</id><published>2003-11-17T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:30:32.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, OM today. God what a nightmare. It's usually fun, but it was a lot more fun before Jim joined. (he hardly deserves a capital on his name) People think they're so smart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106910821017125820?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106910821017125820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106910821017125820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106910821017125820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106910821017125820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/ugh-om-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106901413394134742</id><published>2003-11-16T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T15:24:13.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay for my new skin! Take a look at it &lt;a href="http://scarletpimple.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;So anyway, there's not much goin on today. School tomorrow. Blick. My cousin's sooo adorable, you have no idea! He really liked the cake, it was all over his face. Hmmm... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106901413394134742?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106901413394134742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106901413394134742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106901413394134742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106901413394134742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/yay-for-my-new-skin-take-look-at-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106900271353497462</id><published>2003-11-16T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T12:12:08.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Making a new skin today. Red background with tables. No pics. Its gonna be cool. I'll call it...uh...I have no clue. I'll think of something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106900271353497462?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106900271353497462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106900271353497462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106900271353497462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106900271353497462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/hmmm_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106894804268906306</id><published>2003-11-15T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T21:01:04.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bored and hungry. I didnt really eat dinner and well ya know. God I'm bored. I wanna go to sleep. So tired. I'm hungry. Man am I hungry. Aw nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106894804268906306?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106894804268906306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106894804268906306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106894804268906306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106894804268906306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-am-so-bored-and-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106890971851595878</id><published>2003-11-15T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T10:22:19.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many birthdays today! Today is my baby cousin's first birthday party! He's so cute, I wish you could see him! Actually, his birthday was yesterday, but since that was a Friday, ya know. But guess who's turning fourteen? Come on guess! J-e-r-e-m-y! Yay! No, I'm not going to wish him a happy birthday. I dont care if I have his phone number! It's too scary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106890971851595878?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106890971851595878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106890971851595878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106890971851595878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106890971851595878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/many-birthdays-today-today-is-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106884627627317652</id><published>2003-11-14T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:44:55.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet again I am freaked out by coincidence. Today my little sister made me pinky swear I wouldnt sit on this foam block tower thing that she made. Well I sat on it. She goes, "You broke a pinky swear! Now you're gonna have bad luck!" I was just like yeah right. So I go and sit down at the computer, type in a web adress and about five seconds later a glass vase on top of the computer desk comes crashing down! Freaky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106884627627317652?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106884627627317652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106884627627317652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106884627627317652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106884627627317652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/11/yet-again-i-am-freaked-out-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106531582779696290</id><published>2003-10-04T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:03:47.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cold. Rainy. Yuck. &lt;-----October is. Painted my room green. It looks pretty, I love it! Sleeping in my sisters room tonight cause my bed isnt in my room. (duh) Sad. Dont know why. Just am. Wish I had a bf. Preferably Jeremy. (code: 537369) &lt;-----That believe it or not, is not messed up html, it's my phone number code thing. I made it up at lunch last year. What can I say? I was bored! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106531582779696290?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106531582779696290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106531582779696290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106531582779696290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106531582779696290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/10/cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106523259437787766</id><published>2003-10-03T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T21:56:33.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have to go to bed. Time to go think about guys for an hour then sleep. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106523259437787766?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106523259437787766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106523259437787766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106523259437787766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106523259437787766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/10/have-to-go-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106496624818430275</id><published>2003-09-30T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:59:05.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh* I'm really kind of missing Jeremy today. I mean I haven't even &lt;i&gt;seen&lt;/i&gt; him since June. I guess I'll see him soonish though cause well yeah. OM starts soon, so I'll see him there. I dont know, maybe I'll just do division III this year so I can see him more. I bet he's got a girlfriend. I  bet he's forgotten about me. Oh, I wanna know! I dont even know if he really liked me in the first place. Why are boys so confusing? Then if I do go out with him someday, everyone'll think I'm wierd for going out with such a short guy. I mean, everyone goes out with Mikey without a problem, but I dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106496624818430275?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106496624818430275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106496624818430275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106496624818430275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106496624818430275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/sigh-im-really-kind-of-missing-jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106491888436169550</id><published>2003-09-30T06:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T06:48:03.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I gotta go make breakfast soon but...&lt;br&gt;So anyway, that homework took &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! God what makes her think everyone can do that in one night? And I dont care if you think I should've started earlier. Hey looks like September's ending. *sigh* Oh well, I like Halloween anyway! ;) I dont think I'm going trick or treating though. Ok well I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106491888436169550?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106491888436169550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106491888436169550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106491888436169550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106491888436169550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-i-gotta-go-make-breakfast-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106487676903955707</id><published>2003-09-29T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:06:09.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my stupid math teacher. She expects us to make like 30 charts on a spreadsheet, in one night! This is taking forever! I would say die, but you never know who could be reading this. (like the guidance counciler) Bleurgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106487676903955707?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106487676903955707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106487676903955707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106487676903955707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106487676903955707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-hate-my-stupid-math-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106478826634692580</id><published>2003-09-28T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:31:06.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh* Tired. Can't think. Painting room next weekend. Cant write whole sentences. Ooh! Glow in the dark froggy! Bedroom gonna be green. Me likes green. And blue. And yellow. And pink. And orange. I like all the colors! Tired, me gonna sleep soon. *hits self in head* Ok, thats better I'm awake now. Anyway I really am painting my room and it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; gonna be green. It's purty. I am soo tired. *head hits keyboard* ss dfnkxcvfdshkldjnnlstu zÃŸ?bhgtfdg fhtgjnmhfyd?Â®ÃŸ *bell dings* Wha??? 96! Oh, oh nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106478826634692580?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106478826634692580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106478826634692580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106478826634692580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106478826634692580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/sigh-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106462279533246042</id><published>2003-09-26T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T20:33:15.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rather boring day again. Detention with my french teacher...again. Oh well. Hey atleast tomorrow's saturday. I dont like french, too many different wordies. American talks gooder *tee-hee* What was that? I'm stupid am I?!? *makes you go flop* Oh my gosh! Are you ok? I'm &lt;i&gt;soooo&lt;/i&gt; sorry! Oh, sorry, nevermind.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda thinking of moving my blog somewhere else but I dont know where cause everywhere else is even worse. Well, if I still had the tagboard you could post suggestions, but I dont. *grrr* Not that anyone's reading this anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106462279533246042?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106462279533246042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106462279533246042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106462279533246042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106462279533246042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/rather-boring-day-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106425912346084727</id><published>2003-09-22T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T15:32:03.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The entire universe is really boring. I dont have anything to do. School is just blah. Home is just blah. &lt;i&gt;Life&lt;/i&gt; is just blah. I have no reason to even be blogging but I am. Oh yeah, I have a cough, how exciting. And I'm hungry. I want star fruit. *tee-hee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106425912346084727?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106425912346084727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106425912346084727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106425912346084727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106425912346084727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/entire-universe-is-really-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106407636128640992</id><published>2003-09-20T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T12:46:00.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rollerblading went well. Except for an idiot skating into me and not even saying anything. Went go karting. That was a lot of fun. No, really I'm not kidding! It was really fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106407636128640992?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106407636128640992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106407636128640992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106407636128640992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106407636128640992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/rollerblading-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106400471928528029</id><published>2003-09-19T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T16:51:59.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Made yet another blog today. Remember that annoying kid I was talking about? He's getting worse. He took Jasmine's binder and stole her white out and if I hadnt realised what he was doing, my brand new $60 Adidas would be ruined!&lt;p&gt;Anyway I'm going rollerskating tonight, if Jen ever calls me to give me the details! I cant wait though, I love rollerskating! Actually, blading is better, but either way doesnt matter. My favorite shirt is still in the wash and I want to wear it tonight. Maybe Jeremy'll be at the roller rink. *sigh* Oh, sorry, I shouldnt have said that. Oh, well everyone knows anyway. But you never know, tons of people go rollerskating on Friday! Like my new layout? I think its soooo awsome!&lt;p&gt;The power went out this afternoon during band rehearsal and so we had to take flashlights into the storage room cause there's no windows so its like pitch black. This morning my mom drove me to school, only to have my principal tell us to go back home because it was a two hour delay. Well, right after that the power came back on, but I came back when they told me to, in two hours. Anyone who came after the power came back on had to go to class. Pays to get up early dont ya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106400471928528029?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106400471928528029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106400471928528029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106400471928528029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106400471928528029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/made-yet-another-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106373557045239406</id><published>2003-09-16T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T14:06:10.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank god blogger isnt off limits in school. So bored. Computer science is...dumb. Stupid kid sitting next to me. Hope he isnt reading this. He's not so far. Ok so I have detention (yuck!) for my science teacher today after school, how boring. Yeah I know, I'm supposed to be a "goody-goody" but I forgot my homework ok. Arrgh! Dumb person who's name I dont know should shut up now! Great the new computers have sound on them and so do the games that dumb guy (i think his name's jon) is playing. Ok, I'm leaving cause &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; (no not the dumb kid, just my friend Jordan) is reading, but who cares. Leaving anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106373557045239406?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106373557045239406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106373557045239406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106373557045239406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106373557045239406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/thank-god-blogger-isnt-off-limits-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106347455690414275</id><published>2003-09-13T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T13:35:56.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend finally. Never thought it would get here. School is...yuck. I was supposed to have a detention with my french teacher yesterday because I forgot my homework, but I guess she forgot cause she wasnt there! I guess thats good. Talon's really hot this year. His hair is just like...wow. I hope he doesnt cut it for yearbook pics! He looks bad with short hair. Its icky out today, maybe I'll make a blog skin or something. Cant think of a theme though. Maybe somethin with a plumeria or a kitten. Yeah I know, two totally different things. Well, if I'm gonna do that, I'd better start working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106347455690414275?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106347455690414275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106347455690414275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106347455690414275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106347455690414275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/weekend-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106295023371664320</id><published>2003-09-07T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T11:57:13.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't blogged in a while! School started and well yeah. French is like the only semi-interesting class I have and that's mostly because I haven't taken it before. I wish gym was an elective. I hate it and I hate it more! Math is hard, she gave us homework on the first day! And I see Rachel everywhere! She's at Wal*Mart and the grocery store and school! Aaah! Help! ;) Anyway nothing to do right now except homework *bleurgh!* and such. Just so you know, french people are overly obsessed with kissing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106295023371664320?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106295023371664320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106295023371664320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106295023371664320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106295023371664320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/sorry-i-havent-blogged-in-while-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106241574466602241</id><published>2003-09-01T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T07:29:04.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a good/bad day. Dont even ask. I went to Rachels house and we found a kitten in her backyard. She couldnt keep cause she rents. We were gonna take it up and down her street, but I had to go home. Carly was there too. She moved last year cause her parents got divorced (for like the 3rd time) but now they're back together. We're in the same homeroom! That's the good part. Then I went home and had a hotdog. Like 45 minutes later. My stomach started hurting &lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt; bad. I had to go to the hospital cause my mom though I might have appendacitis (no clue how you spell that) or a gall bladder thingamabob. Well, turns out no one knows what I had or if it'll happen again the next time I eat. The annoying part was, it stopped hurting as soon as we got to the hospital! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106241574466602241?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106241574466602241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106241574466602241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106241574466602241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106241574466602241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/09/yesterday-was-goodbad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106228755475754437</id><published>2003-08-30T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T19:52:34.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The universe hates me. Jeans never fit right. I only have two pairs. People are really unhonest. I left my jacket in the food court at the mall. I came back an hour and a half later. It wasnt there, we checked the lost and found and no one turned it in! I cant belive that someone would just walk off with a jacket. A bracelet or a necklace, I can understand. But a jacket?!? "Oh look honey, this jacket is just your size! No one will mind if we steal it!" Arrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106228755475754437?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106228755475754437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106228755475754437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106228755475754437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106228755475754437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/08/universe-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106190641717097691</id><published>2003-08-26T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T10:00:17.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the track again yesterday. My dad is not very good at picking horses. He only won $4.25! Food costs waaaay too much there. A hot dog is like $3.50. Then we went to the mall and exchanged my jeans. I bought the wrong size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106190641717097691?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106190641717097691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106190641717097691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106190641717097691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106190641717097691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/08/went-to-track-again-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106147109409943781</id><published>2003-08-21T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T09:04:54.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont even know why I'm  blogging. Dont ask. Uh, yeah nothing to do. I wasted the whole summer! I was on the internet the whole summer! I didnt do anything! Arrgh! I ruined it! And if that isnt bad enough last night I dreamed I rode my bike to a town called Harlem, but it was really just like Mayfield or something. One of my friends (that's a guy) was supposedly on a baseball team there. Some old lady told me he couldnt play because he was having plastic surgery. That was just wierd. Then I rode my bike to a parking lot and, this is probably cause I watched I Love the 70's last night, there was a Pinto in the parking lot! Then I realised I had driven my mom's car to there (I cant drive!) and I forgot where it was! My dad came and found me and took me home. Then when we were home, my mom called from work and said when she was out on a walk she saw her car parked by the side of the road! Then my alarm went off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106147109409943781?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106147109409943781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106147109409943781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106147109409943781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106147109409943781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/08/dont-even-know-why-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685287.post-106140287958606947</id><published>2003-08-20T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T14:07:59.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stupid little sister and her friend! They were putting on costumes and then when they were putting their clothes back on, they came into my room half naked and wacked me with their shirts! God they're annoying! I cant wait till Haley's older, then she wont be so... wierd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685287-106140287958606947?l=hopelessness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/feeds/106140287958606947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685287&amp;postID=106140287958606947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106140287958606947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685287/posts/default/106140287958606947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopelessness.blogspot.com/2003/08/my-stupid-little-sister-and-her-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
