<?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-4358869734436495946</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:54:51.421-04:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='dad'/><category term='sad'/><category term='runyon'/><category term='leather'/><category term='books'/><category term='socks'/><category term='three'/><category term='death'/><category term='loss'/><category term='shower'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='art'/><category term='kaitlyn'/><category term='cute'/><category term='spelling'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='mary'/><category term='truth'/><category term='job'/><category term='with'/><category term='danny'/><category term='novel'/><category term='pamela'/><category term='girls'/><category term='family'/><category term='disappointed'/><category term='jess'/><category term='write'/><category term='work'/><category term='special'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='paranoid'/><category term='brock'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='reading'/><category term='chalaine'/><category term='camera'/><category term='penis'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='webcam'/><category term='rants'/><category term='maybe'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='hate'/><category term='carla'/><category term='school'/><category term='trenton'/><category term='motercycle'/><category term='read'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='fire'/><category term='G1'/><category term='mental'/><category term='chris'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='soft'/><category term='dare'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='stories'/><category term='tingley'/><category term='love'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='embarrassed'/><category term='hardcore'/><category term='warm'/><category term='Short sex story'/><category term='unnatural'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Sextacy'/><category term='chapters'/><category term='nancy'/><category term='reactions'/><category term='KPL'/><category term='cheat'/><category term='human pets'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='amy'/><category term='boy'/><category term='wrote'/><category term='brandon'/><category term='picture'/><category term='insane'/><category term='East Clubbers'/><category term='barker'/><category term='truth or dare'/><category term='handcuffs'/><category term='class'/><category term='computer'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='mom'/><category term='josh'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='asshole'/><category term='d'/><category term='spell'/><category term='driving'/><category term='hero'/><category term='paradise city'/><category term='cum'/><category term='by'/><category term='nudity'/><category term='science'/><category term='victoria'/><category term='friends'/><category term='volunteer'/><category term='Benny Benassi'/><category term='revenge'/><category term='blonde'/><category term='angst'/><category term='me'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='scared'/><category term='random'/><category term='kisses'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='happy'/><category term='james'/><category term='unnormal'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='book'/><category term='blog'/><category term='gain'/><category term='life'/><category term='aurthors'/><category term='day'/><category term='Whos Your Daddy'/><category term='mall'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='weird'/><category term='bathtub'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='writing'/><category term='brent'/><category term='park'/><category term='natalie'/><category term='money'/><category term='guns and roses'/><title type='text'>MissAngstsPlace</title><subtitle type='html'>So, this is my life. I realize it isn't the most interesting thing but it is mine. I mostly write to get out my thoughts.. There will also be some poems and stories. Please leave some love! And such!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-4667670885176862038</id><published>2009-09-05T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:28:13.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been forever.&lt;br /&gt;And ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed even since december.&lt;br /&gt;the weather, my relationships, myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write in here, mainly because of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;also, boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone has read this in some time, and no one will read this for some time longer.&lt;br /&gt;I am content with that.&lt;br /&gt;People don't need to know any of this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-4667670885176862038?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/4667670885176862038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=4667670885176862038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4667670885176862038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4667670885176862038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3553665112710500072</id><published>2008-12-22T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:50:49.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo8 endings..</title><content type='html'>1. Have you had any relationships this year? Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had your birthday yet? yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed two people in the same night? Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Been on a diet? No, but for a bit I tried being healthier.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pulled an all nighter? One or two&lt;br /&gt;6. Drank Starbucks? Too many times!&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought something(s)? more in the past month then the rest of the year I think.&lt;br /&gt;9. Met someone special who changed your life? Many, but one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been out of the state? Nope, not in my life.&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you thinking about? That girl of mine. And the beauty in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;12. Hugged someone? Yes, tons of hugs&lt;br /&gt;13. Slept in someone else's bed? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;14. Got a job? Ick, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;15. Loaned out money? Uhm, I guess, depending on your definition of loan.&lt;br /&gt;16. Gotten in a car accident ? Not this year! I think..&lt;br /&gt;17. Gone over your mobile phone bill? Yup.. &lt;br /&gt;18. Been called a bitch? Ugh, yes. But its only hurt once.&lt;br /&gt;19. Done something you regret? Yes, and no.LAST:&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged? Mommy, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Last person to call you? Nicole, my baby&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt stupid? Cannot recall, happens a lot.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you yelled? I can’t remember. I don’t yell often.&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hometown? Kitchener, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;2. Colour? Black, silver, purple?&lt;br /&gt;3. Initials? ALF… shut it&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair style? Straight, medium length&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye colour? Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;6. Height? 5'8 and a half!&lt;br /&gt;7. Pets? A kitty named Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood? romantic&lt;br /&gt;9. Where would you rather be? In Nicoles arms&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the last thing you drank? Milk&lt;br /&gt;THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love? Yes,&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love? Very much so.&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did your LAST relationship fail? Cause people are pretty…dumb.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been heartbroken? Very&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart? I really doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever fallen for your best friend(opposite sex)? No, lol!&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever loved someone but never told them? No.&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment? Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your life? No, but I’m young.&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now? So so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you eating anything? No.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like someone right now? I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3553665112710500072?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3553665112710500072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3553665112710500072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3553665112710500072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3553665112710500072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/12/2oo8-endings.html' title='2oo8 endings..'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8577116532923395872</id><published>2008-12-10T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:21.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause christmas day is hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee; the most wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful day of the yearrrrrrrrrrrrrr! (8)&lt;br /&gt;oh christmas, how i missed thee!&lt;br /&gt;I am getting very into the spirit! and there is still like, 2 weeks left! I have to buy for people still. I have Kaitlyns gift (ish), and Nicoles. I have something for mommy too. Daddy is impossible to shop for and Jess, I have no clue! baking of cookies and brownies started, the tree is all up! the movies are playing and the music is blasting! although there wont be too much surprize this year, i think it will be the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;oh christmas, dont go!&lt;br /&gt;the break will start soon. i get it off from work too! the adventures I will have, the hot coco memories that will last lifetimes! I am almost too excited! even the homework and projects and tests dont seem so bad because oh christmas, you are so close~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8577116532923395872?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8577116532923395872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8577116532923395872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8577116532923395872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8577116532923395872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/12/cause-christmas-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3585589420732724808</id><published>2008-11-18T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:50:38.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a little ball of stressed out jitters today. fighting, homework, school, sleep, life. too much! thank god I have nicole, jess and kaitlyn. seriously, i dont know what Id do without them. Natalie too but shes family so..separate column :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of exercise. i think I'm getting sick from the cold or lack of sleep. maybe both. not sure, but its not stopping me from my goal of world domination. or getting a 70 in physics. for a test back today that I didn't fail! big plus! I might have danced when i saw my mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haircut soon. was cancelled last weekend :( but this saturday for sure. i need to shop for shit too. I need to go to Micheal's and get new wool and knitting needles. also need winter clothes, pjs, undies, and maybe weights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas soon. 31 day days, 22 school days. excitement? I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3585589420732724808?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3585589420732724808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3585589420732724808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3585589420732724808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3585589420732724808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-little-ball-of-stressed-out-jitters.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5614735153051340936</id><published>2008-11-10T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:26:58.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>homework time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5614735153051340936?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5614735153051340936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5614735153051340936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5614735153051340936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5614735153051340936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/11/homework-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8312782474014802525</id><published>2008-11-05T20:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:36:59.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SRJJ0-w639I/AAAAAAAAAdo/YuO3U4a1BQw/s1600-h/mwuah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265352088899739602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SRJJ0-w639I/AAAAAAAAAdo/YuO3U4a1BQw/s400/mwuah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love you girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265352059241954050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SRJJzQR8-wI/AAAAAAAAAdY/U2jqyBNnl_U/s400/handholding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my baby is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SRJJzwygWWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zahRVAqxKEI/s1600-h/me+and+girlie+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265352067968424290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SRJJzwygWWI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zahRVAqxKEI/s400/me+and+girlie+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! cant get over how super sweet she is (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8312782474014802525?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8312782474014802525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8312782474014802525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8312782474014802525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8312782474014802525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-girl-my-baby-is-amazing-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SRJJ0-w639I/AAAAAAAAAdo/YuO3U4a1BQw/s72-c/mwuah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7501464710656480509</id><published>2008-11-04T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:37:08.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i cleaned my room. i threw out a total of 5 garbage bags. it took approx 3 and a half hours. now for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oj&lt;/span&gt; and lasagna and garlic bread! :)&lt;br /&gt;did 50 sit ups this morning. bad fat-attack yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;then bought a chocolate bar, 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reese&lt;/span&gt; pieces cups and an energy drink at lunch. oh, and gum. but i have given up pop. (not energy drinks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; cruel)&lt;br /&gt;one chapter left in Frankenstein. gonna try and read it tonight. then onto the Great Gatsby or something like that. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;watching Frankenstein in English. so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-necessary straight porn.&lt;br /&gt;religion test today. did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I think. got a law thing due tomorrow but its done. presenting something in that class too. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. finishing my religion test in religion. another note in physics fer duh.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bored of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7501464710656480509?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7501464710656480509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7501464710656480509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7501464710656480509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7501464710656480509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-cleaned-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2957531966855556173</id><published>2008-10-27T20:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:38:03.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my mom and dad have gotten wraps. and I have gone slightly crazy. 2 full successes though so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy wrap 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mayo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ranch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bacon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;olives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot peppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;yummy wrap 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;peanut butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maple syrup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate syrup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oatmeal crisp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2957531966855556173?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2957531966855556173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2957531966855556173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2957531966855556173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2957531966855556173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-my-mom-and-dad-have-gotten-wraps.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1612762819874166306</id><published>2008-10-27T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:00:08.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicole is amazing. I really adore her. She has the ability to put up with my shit like no other. I feel terrible for it, and I wish I could stop hurting her and feeling hurt. I wish the fighting would stop and we could be a regular amazing couple.&lt;br /&gt;I know we will work.&lt;br /&gt;She can make me smile the biggest smiles I ever have. And her laugh brightens up the room. She creates the most perfect faces, each so cute. Her smile is contagious, and knowing that I put it there warms my heart. I feel like I can be the best I have ever been for her, and even on the days that I want to disappear, she reminds me of how completely amazing my life is. And it is all because of her.&lt;br /&gt;I can be who I am, without judgement or ridicule. There are no secrets and not one thing we can't talk about. She is beautiful, and smart. I can't remember when I have been this happy. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; all the stress and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;, I still want to be with her because those special moments we have when everything is right, and you just with the clock would stop so that we could live in that moment for the rest of our lives. It just makes it all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1612762819874166306?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1612762819874166306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1612762819874166306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1612762819874166306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1612762819874166306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/nicole-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7877030096295280281</id><published>2008-10-26T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:07:05.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ps, new blog layout! I love it, but it will change soon. it is a little annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7877030096295280281?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7877030096295280281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7877030096295280281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7877030096295280281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7877030096295280281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps-new-blog-layout-i-love-it-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8473904099894068520</id><published>2008-10-26T18:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:06:23.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was alright. slight bump in the road with nicole but we are good.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty bad right now when I look at the next week. I know already that I will be a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;However, for tonight, I will be perfectly happy. There is no reason to cry, or yell.&lt;br /&gt;So, updates since the 22nd, I hung out with Nicole after work friday until about 2 hours ago. It was mostly good. She gave me a note. She is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing a new story, but lack insperation.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have homework?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got some new songs. They aren't "new" but I just downloaded them.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping soon. Wanted:&lt;br /&gt;-new book&lt;br /&gt;-new bedding&lt;br /&gt;-new winter clothing&lt;br /&gt;-new room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will re-arrange my room very soon. Stupid desk takes up too much room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8473904099894068520?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8473904099894068520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8473904099894068520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8473904099894068520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8473904099894068520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-9137854023000633280</id><published>2008-10-23T23:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:04:16.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>originally this was to post stories, and since I have one fully done, (english project), here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was perfect: rain falling hard, the sky dark as night and so windy you would think there was a tornado. Why is this perfect? because tonight was our movie night. Sara, my glorious girlfriend, along with myself, my best friend Max, and his friend Kate were going to hang out at my house tonight and watch a movie of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;We were all going to meet at the corner store near my house at seven o’clock to pick up some snacks like we usually did. It was also where we rented our movie for the night. After looking through the countless movies on the shelf, I decided on the darkest one I saw: The original “Texas Chainsaw Massacre”. Max and I loved this movie, but the ladies hadn’t seen it. I knew they would be terrified.&lt;br /&gt;Sara was pretty wimpy, and to many people, she was your typical girly girl. But to me, she was much more. We had been the best of friends since I had met her and when we turned about sixteen, we started dating. Three years later, we were still together and even started seriously planning to move in together. I knew she loved me back too. How couldn’t she? I was of course, amazing. We were just meant to be, and even though some people didn’t like it, they knew that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the conditions were perfect: the big screen and surround sound in my basement, with all the lights off and a thunderstorm still raging outside. It was after the movie when the day started to turn terrible.&lt;br /&gt;All of us discussed the movie and as predicted, the girls didn’t like it. Sara was shaking from beginning to end and Kate tried to cuddle into my arms, but I didn’t let her. But I have to admit, even I jumped when my mom knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;“Knock knock? Can I come in?” she asked opening the door. “Hun, can I see you a minute?”&lt;br /&gt;I unwrapped Sara from my arms, and headed to the door. My mom asked if I could help her open the attic door and seeing as this simple task, I agreed. So I went to the third floor and pulled as hard as I could on the door knob which led to the top floor. It often stuck and I was much bigger then my five foot mother. There was a click and the door flew open.&lt;br /&gt;“There you go mom. I’ll be down stairs. Sara is staying the night, ok?”&lt;br /&gt;She sighed. “I don’t like that girl.” She growled. “I don’t want her around here anymore!”&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t like any girl I date!” I argued. I didn’t understand why my mother hated Sara so much, but I asked again. The second time, she agreed for her to stay the night. “But only tonight.” She warned&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs and joined my friends again. Max had left which I expected but Kate was still sitting on the floor where she had been all night. I subtly tried to kick her out because of the rivalry between the two. It was all because Kate liked me, and Sara was protective. Kate knew and respected us so she left with no trouble. It was about midnight when Sara and I were finally alone.&lt;br /&gt;We went up to my bedroom and got changed into our pj’s. I could tell she was very tired, and before I knew it, she was sound asleep. I wasn’t up for much longer before passing out beside her.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I awoke to find an empty bed. This wasn’t fully uncommon but I had an eerie feeling within me. Her clothing and bag was still in my room, and it appeared as though she had been gone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Uneasily, I checked around my room, then house for my girlfriend. In my search, I found my mom. I asked whether she had seen Sara this morning to which she simply replied no.&lt;br /&gt;After finding no trace of her in my house, or outside, I called her house. Her mother said she wasn’t there. I called Mikes house as well as her best friend Becky’s. They both said they hadn’t seen her. My hopes were dropping and I still couldn’t get that nervous, nauseous feeling out of the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;All day I called and asked around, along with checking the places she generally went: the Starbucks by her house, her aunt’s and Cheery Park. She seemed to have completely vanished. After all of this, I thought to call her cell phone. Thinking this was my only hope, I dialed it quickly and waited for the ring. After a few seconds, I heard a very low beeping coming from the bag Sara had in my room from the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, my spirits dropped. I ran to her bag and ripped the phone out of the compartment it had been hiding in. From then on, I couldn’t function. I was shocked, confused, worried and so completely scared. I plainly could not think.&lt;br /&gt;The next few days I spent looking for Sara, talking with the police and begging them to look for her, along with all her friends and family. I spent a few nights at her house, hoping that she would return there, and trying to calm her parents. This became exceedingly difficult as I lost all hope and could barely help but cry every time I saw a picture, or anything that reminded me of her.&lt;br /&gt;After those two days of torment, I was forced to go home. It was much too hard to stay at her house and how I was acting only further devastated her parents. The first night at my house was the hardest. I didn’t sleep for a minute, and every noise I heard just gave me false hope that she would walk through my door. The next sleepless night, all I did was cry. And the third, my mom spent the night attempting to comfort me but that just made me mad.&lt;br /&gt;The next month was a blur. I barely slept, or ate. All I did was sit in my room, thinking mainly about our last night together. It was one night, long after we all had given up, that amidst my thinking, I heard many distinct banging noises coming from the other side of my door. I once again was given a false hope that it was Sara. Curiously, I stood and went to my door. I carefully opened it a crack and there was my mom, trying so hard to shut the attic door silently. I stayed in my room until I knew my mom was in her bed. Once the creek of her mattress echoed through the house, I leapt from my room and yanked the attic door open.&lt;br /&gt;I started running up the stairs into the attic, no longer caring whether my mom heard me. My footsteps were the same bangs I had heard from my room. There is no reason for my mom to go in the attic. She hadn’t been there since the night Sara disappeared. This could mean nothing, but I had a horrifying thought embedded in my head and just had to see if I was right. Sure enough, to my complete horror and surprise, there lay Sara’s frail and dirtied body, gagged and tied to a beam in the attic.&lt;br /&gt;My legs went numb and I tripped over. My eyes didn’t for one second leave the decaying body in front of me. I was crippled with fright and shock and unable to think, or breathe, or focus. My mind just shut down and all I could manage to do was scream and cry. I heard my mom come in and crouch beside me, in a pathetic and confusing attempt to comfort me. She killed the girl I was in love with, and the one person who knew me best out of everyone. I knew she didn’t like her, but I never thought even for a minute she would kill her. I never for a second thought she would take her from me.&lt;br /&gt;Anger engulfed me and I demanded an answer; an excuse for why she did this to Sara and to me. Her response was jealousy. She couldn’t bear to have another woman in my life. My heart was torn. The two people in my life who meant the most were taken from me at once. There is no way for someone to recover from something so devastating which is why, the day after my mother was convicted for the kidnapping and murder of Sara Porter, they found me hanging in the attic, right above where she had spent countless days struggling to stay alive and eventually perished because of me; because of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more to come. have to type up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-9137854023000633280?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/9137854023000633280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=9137854023000633280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/9137854023000633280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/9137854023000633280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/originally-this-was-to-post-stories-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1115680212240536088</id><published>2008-10-23T07:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:26:31.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have about 10 minutes to get ready but I feel like writing so who gives a fuck? yes?&lt;br /&gt;i have a really strong urge to read a book. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frankenstien&lt;/span&gt; is almost done and kind of.. boring. New Moon is in all honesty shit. To be honest, the book I really want to reread is Maybe by Brent Runyon but Jess still has it.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy started reading Twilight. I doubt she will like it.&lt;br /&gt;I finished and started my horror story last night. I think it is very badly written, but I kind of like the idea. I am scared that it is too weird to share in class though, so I might write a new one.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GO. 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to get ready (n)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1115680212240536088?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1115680212240536088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1115680212240536088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1115680212240536088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1115680212240536088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-about-10-minutes-to-get-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-203706768860278756</id><published>2008-10-22T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:20:17.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am super happy. saturday+sunday, tuesday and wendesday with Nicole (LLLLLLLLL)&lt;br /&gt;how amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;i worked so much too. Im surprised Im not alseep. lol&lt;br /&gt;last thursday to monday. then tuesday and wednesday off (though they TRIED and called me in today) and then thursday and friday working. saturday with nicole :D sleepover, unsupervised. maybe drink? :D&lt;br /&gt;so, i am thinking about closing my blog. I dont use it and no one reads it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-203706768860278756?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/203706768860278756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=203706768860278756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/203706768860278756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/203706768860278756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-super-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-4376678183059752054</id><published>2008-10-11T05:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:13:48.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A FEW THINGS I FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;periods suck!&lt;br /&gt;i need my hair cut soon (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt; is improving my vocab&lt;br /&gt;almost failed a science test. (54)&lt;br /&gt;SCARED of getting my religion back. =/&lt;br /&gt;wrote a story, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; story!&lt;br /&gt;started a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; list :)&lt;br /&gt;going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fearfest&lt;/span&gt;! maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;got paid today. i think i mentioned that but i am happy about it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we end with a lyric :)&lt;br /&gt;makes me laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; x]&lt;br /&gt;"..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comeonbitchyouknowyouwantthis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thathardcoreshitwillmakeyoufeelthetoxic&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-4376678183059752054?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/4376678183059752054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=4376678183059752054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4376678183059752054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4376678183059752054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-things-i-forgot-periods-suck-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5464249259332022490</id><published>2008-10-11T04:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:03:08.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night i went to bed at 10. this is what I get: a 3:30am wake up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hooray&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;weekend is almost busy. later today i hope to sleep a bit more before going to the family diner which i hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; attends. I heard there will be no turkey. I wonder what time it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; I am hoping to hang out with my dearest love, Nicole. she has to babysit til 4am so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how perfectly this will work but anytime i can see her would be good. it may lead to a sleepover if our parents will allow.&lt;br /&gt;so what is what i will be doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; also, if i can. sometime in there, i also have to start and finish my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;work next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; 5:00 until 8:30. I work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; too, but I am unsure of the time. today, I got paid. I was pleased with the amount. I also have to finish my online training. I will get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt;$90 for doing so. pretty sweet eh?&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; which just passed was Nicole+Amy=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;onemonth&lt;/span&gt;. it was an amazing day to say the very least. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ontop&lt;/span&gt; of that, today was amazing. I was visited at lunch by that same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lovergirl&lt;/span&gt;. She has now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; met Jess, Kaitlyn, Erica(sorta) and Nathan(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;). They all love her, and as far as i know, she likes them. :) this is good!&lt;br /&gt;I made some new friends! friends are always very good. i am trying extra hard to be friendly. it is kind of good but being friendly at work is very..hard. coworkers are evil in some cases. and the university guys seem too friendly sometimes. I haven't been raped yet though, so all is well.&lt;br /&gt;new music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;! a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt; swift song, a song by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;toybox&lt;/span&gt; (heart that name) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pretty much it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; addicted to the across the universe soundtrack again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; "All My Loving" and "I've Seen A Face", along with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;all time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; "Revolution".&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; for the lack of posting. :) bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5464249259332022490?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5464249259332022490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5464249259332022490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5464249259332022490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5464249259332022490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-night-i-went-to-bed-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-765762254987895916</id><published>2008-09-27T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:04:03.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ps, Jessica, TEXT ME. you want to hang out this weekend I think?&lt;br /&gt;pss, is there anythhing good out movie wise? we should see a movie...&lt;br /&gt;psss, scratch that, CHAPTERS~! and STARBUCKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-765762254987895916?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/765762254987895916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=765762254987895916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/765762254987895916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/765762254987895916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps-jessica-text-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6360840311798644450</id><published>2008-09-27T09:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:02:40.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; after school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; came over. we hung out mostly in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;victoria&lt;/span&gt; park until about 7:30. some guys were like, watching us talk and we like, kissed occasionally or whatever. then they came over and were like "can we sit beside you?" we were a little freaked out so we said yeah but then i got out my phone and was like "gotta go!" so we started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; away then they asked if they could come with us. SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole slept over that night. it was kind of hectic thought because her mom didn't want her so to she kept calling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure she is nuts. anyways, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; is grounded for life, but she already was =/&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad. and will miss her so very much. but at least we can text (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LLLL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;so that leads me to my obviously exciting day yesterday. woke up at 5am so that Nicole could catch the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ixpress&lt;/span&gt;. she got on the wrong one though. it was pretty funny but not. she ended up getting home and such at about 7 which is good.&lt;br /&gt;so after that, at about 715, i fell asleep for 4 hours. i have been sleeping bad this week. 2 hours the one night, once i fell asleep at 9:30 but then woke up at 4 am. today i passed out at 1030 and woke up at 9. that probably will make up for my sleeping. I hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;so after waking up yesterday, i sat around watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; and i was on the phone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;. she had peoples over who were annoying her. i hugged the phone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;then mom came home with a frosty which made me feel sick at work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rawr&lt;/span&gt;. work was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unpleasant&lt;/span&gt;. i made so many mistakes. i think it was because i was tired. poop. i also got paid yesterday thought. 4 shifts = 125.55 :D plus the 40 i had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;previously&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wootwoot&lt;/span&gt;! wait, plus the 30 i have in my wallet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lmfao&lt;/span&gt;. i feel pretty sweet right now. though, i prob wont spend it. well, i want a new lip ring. but it will prob be used to buy food. and drinks. and stuff for friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;luvvv&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; what to get her though. i wanna take her out on a date (L) but where...&lt;br /&gt;and when. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; shes grounded :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6360840311798644450?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6360840311798644450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6360840311798644450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6360840311798644450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6360840311798644450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-after-school-nicole-came-over.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6339897309899667418</id><published>2008-09-24T02:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:08:14.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so pretty much, I will be dead tomorrow. barely any sleep, school then work. then i have to study for a test. fuck, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; fail.&lt;br /&gt;i got a letter from school. i got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;academic&lt;/span&gt; award thing to go to on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oct&lt;/span&gt;. 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; only going if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; comes. will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;rocky horror tickets have to be reserved. remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jessica&lt;/span&gt;! we have to go this year.&lt;br /&gt;i was going to get a haircut but i think i wont. mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; bothered to book it, or even go into work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uhm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt; punched is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; bomb. and i wanna get drunk out of life soon.&lt;br /&gt;tests: science, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religion and science, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, forget when. he mentioned something though.&lt;br /&gt;law: next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is too easy to sleep in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. i think i will be sleeping in there tomorrow. thank god.&lt;br /&gt;i actually finished my homework tonight. go self.&lt;br /&gt;Jess, update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6339897309899667418?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6339897309899667418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6339897309899667418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6339897309899667418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6339897309899667418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-pretty-much-i-will-be-dead-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-668526292458052221</id><published>2008-09-16T23:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:28:48.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SNB323JMe2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YicMnoPXOoo/s1600-h/lmfaoatmeselff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246825350285785954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SNB323JMe2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YicMnoPXOoo/s400/lmfaoatmeselff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love her like sex (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i have decided to like physics. it is easy, good cell phone service, nice teacher even though he doesn't like me i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) he wont call on me in class when i put up my hand (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; is kind of often in that class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grawled&lt;/span&gt; at me the first week. like, the "you suck" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) he avoids talking to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes me sad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My religion teacher thinks I am stupid. when we read in class, we have to explain stuff and such. when she calls on me, I read and start to explain, but then she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interrupts&lt;/span&gt; me. I am like -feels stupid-. Maybe I will try to blow her away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law teacher has suspected me of cell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;phonage&lt;/span&gt;. not good. but he is at least nice! no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grawl&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, prob thinks I am stupid or lazy or something. good grades so far, but when he asks if I do my homework, or w.e, I never have it done. I am BAD with homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am going to try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; hard in science this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; I am good at usually anyways. law will be easy I think. will try too. religion i am not sure. I think I will just try overall this year because i died last semester. like, 10% drop in grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt;, life can be hard :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-668526292458052221?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/668526292458052221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=668526292458052221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/668526292458052221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/668526292458052221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-her-like-sex-l-anyways-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SNB323JMe2I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YicMnoPXOoo/s72-c/lmfaoatmeselff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6936249990549671751</id><published>2008-09-12T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:43:00.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, it has been a while since I have updated. might as well as I wait. what am I waiting for you ask? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; to be here ! :D she is sleeping over tonight. i have been literally smiling all day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! and my tummy is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt;! that might be from the energy drinks but I am pretty sure it is nerves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; excited to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;so this week, i started working. I had my interview at the u of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;waterloo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, and got the job. started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. HATED IT SO MUCH! went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; too and it was about 30 times better. except my phone battery died. and I was so tired! hence why i have had a few energy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Jess has been gone sick. caught my sickness. same with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; and Kaitlyn, but they are still at school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; them!&lt;br /&gt;school has been good. loving physics surprisingly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;okish&lt;/span&gt;. love the people, hate the work. law is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. hate the people, and the work is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes interesting.and for religion, it has been good. today was hardcore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. i liked it. but like, other then today, it has been pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much not sick anymore. small stuffy nose, bit of a cough. last night, when i was trying to sleep, i like, coughed so much! like, i died coughing. it sucked a little, although oddly, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; notice til my dad came in and was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; at your coughing?" so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;projects i am not looking forward too: newspaper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thinger&lt;/span&gt; for law. play for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. any future lab in physics. :)&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6936249990549671751?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6936249990549671751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6936249990549671751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6936249990549671751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6936249990549671751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-it-has-been-while-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8184145626081086452</id><published>2008-09-08T00:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:20:13.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did my religion homework! be proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously, so sick right now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;when I cough, it feels like I might throw up.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to GOD it does away soon.&lt;br /&gt;I took a nice bath, had tea, had a nap, took medicine.&lt;br /&gt;nothing has fully helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to groom my cat today.&lt;br /&gt;she bit me viciously.&lt;br /&gt;ow, my hand :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired, but its WAYYYY too warm in this place.&lt;br /&gt;boo at my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously, overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably mention her in all my blogs for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;almost.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING THROAT!&lt;br /&gt;and NOSE!&lt;br /&gt;and HAND.&lt;br /&gt;plus EYES!&lt;br /&gt;gah, stupid body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8184145626081086452?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8184145626081086452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8184145626081086452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8184145626081086452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8184145626081086452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-did-my-religion-homework-be-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7806941563605180400</id><published>2008-09-07T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:53:32.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a sleep over at nicoles this weekend. it was probably the like, best time Ive had like, ever. except the other times Ive hung out with her. they have all been pretty equal. (L)&lt;br /&gt;she is now offically my girlfriend. Im excited about it. but a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sick. I am trying to get better quick. like, before tomorrow at 4 because I have an interview at the university. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna try to cut down on some things for a while too. take a small break just because I think i should. no details.&lt;br /&gt;i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to do homework tonight. religion. it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; hard but just thinking about it is like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7806941563605180400?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7806941563605180400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7806941563605180400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7806941563605180400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7806941563605180400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/had-sleep-over-at-nicoles-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8765711705021672122</id><published>2008-09-03T16:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:43:45.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so school was fine. first day today! science is gonna kill me i think. boring and so much work! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. just went to the dentist today too. currently, my face is FROZEN! but I will get some pizza once I can, you know, eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; is by far the best. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and Jess, plus the teacher is pretty nice. put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;twisted&lt;/span&gt; sister today. it was sick! law is decent, but there are some ANNOYING people. Religion, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;erica&lt;/span&gt; :D. science, I have NO ONE. i might die. maybe I will get something done though. so bored that i will work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt;? kind of bad signal in that class so its either work or death.&lt;br /&gt;religion was good but miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hodgkinson&lt;/span&gt; is a little scary. like, this religion course is the hardest in the world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; overall, decent day. lets see if i can make it through the night :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8765711705021672122?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8765711705021672122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8765711705021672122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8765711705021672122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8765711705021672122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-school-was-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6989990461495980568</id><published>2008-09-01T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:56:40.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Injury count:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 hickeys on neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 chemical burn on right leg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 bruises on legs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 misquito bites (left arm, right arm, right leg)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it is the end of summer. tomorrow at about 10:00 I will be at school, seeing all the cool kids I haven't seen in many days. Corrado, Chris, Rhianon, :) I miss them! I have picked out an outfit, as I'm sure Kaitlyn has too. I have first period with Kaitlyn and Jessica! I am happy about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6989990461495980568?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6989990461495980568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6989990461495980568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6989990461495980568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6989990461495980568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/09/injury-count-2-hickeys-on-neck-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2578826759339149264</id><published>2008-08-31T20:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:16:15.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, I have come home from Nicoles. 2 night sleepover. very FUNNNNN! :D&lt;br /&gt;my voice sounds so noisey. my teeth feel weird too. AMAZING WEEKEND !&lt;br /&gt;school soon, :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2578826759339149264?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2578826759339149264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2578826759339149264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2578826759339149264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2578826759339149264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-have-come-home-from-nicoles.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1841843305301403437</id><published>2008-08-28T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:06:57.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looked so weird today. my bangs were so there. I re-cut them a bit. They were disappearing. I also wore weird makeup combinations. Me and mom went to the mall..again. We aren't allowed to spend her money for a long time. I am getting paid FOR SURE tomorrow though. speaking of which, I will be going to my grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kutt's&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't seen her in so long!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt; how long we will be there but it will be fun maybe! -nervous smile-&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; is more shopping! Bra's and undies with Nicole. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I got jeans today so I don't need that. and school supplies. life is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1841843305301403437?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1841843305301403437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1841843305301403437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1841843305301403437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1841843305301403437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-looked-so-weird-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1395054660386662402</id><published>2008-08-26T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:29:22.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST SEMESTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English-Reihe&lt;br /&gt;Law-Hergott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics-Bellissimo&lt;br /&gt;Religion-Hodgkinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;SECOND SEMESTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting-Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneurship-Moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography-Turzanski&lt;br /&gt;Math-Borth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1395054660386662402?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1395054660386662402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1395054660386662402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1395054660386662402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1395054660386662402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-semester-english-reihe-law.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2289794068469741498</id><published>2008-08-25T22:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:59:04.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my week is planned out. mom has it off so we are hanging out a lot. today, we went shopping a bit for clothes, shoes and food. spent so much money but I love the stuff I got! Tomorrow I am going to registration. I wanted to hang out with Nicole but I don't think it will happen because I am going at about 1, will be back at about 2 and will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; be too depressed due to being back in the school. I am so happy there is still a week! but, I am so sad that the actual first day, I am going to the dentist. sounds fun? ITS NOT! anyways, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; I am going to the beech! with Jess! :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; in a bottle right there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; is haircut for my mom and getting school supplies. like, pencils and paper. I love school supply shopping! :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I am visiting my grandma and grandpa. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen them is SO long! it will probably be cool. I might also be going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt; fair. I might try and bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;. it would be funner with her there :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; I hope to go shopping. not sure with who but I am in need of bras/panties, jeans and some makeup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2289794068469741498?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2289794068469741498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2289794068469741498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2289794068469741498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2289794068469741498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-week-is-planned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-9022768541698669906</id><published>2008-08-25T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:10:57.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, the sleepover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fersure&lt;/span&gt; happened. :D I am so happy about it! Nicole got to hang out with my family, and we got to hang out for a long time. I am so happy. I also got to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend Jessica! I totally missed her to death! seriously, i am so happy right now. wonderland, x2 hangouts with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;, then seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;! (L)&lt;br /&gt;id I died now, Id be a happy beaver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-9022768541698669906?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/9022768541698669906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=9022768541698669906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/9022768541698669906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/9022768541698669906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-sleepover-fersure-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3289309868804282586</id><published>2008-08-22T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:38:19.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wonderland was sick. I had a lot of fun, went on many awesome rides. I actually like rollercoasters now. This is good. lol! I didn't loose anything! and I got yummy starbucks! The only bad part was I cut my tongue on a lollypop on the way home. lol!&lt;br /&gt;sleepover is a no go. She has to babysit today and I have to go to a family thing tomorrow. so it was decided that we would do it some other weekend. I might go over to her house thoday though. if she wants me to :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3289309868804282586?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3289309868804282586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3289309868804282586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3289309868804282586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3289309868804282586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonderland-was-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-280991778337823991</id><published>2008-08-21T07:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:25:20.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am super excited! Wonderland in about 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;! I will be on my way! I already smothered myself in sunscreen. I have everything packed. I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; paranoid that something will get lost or stolen. So, I have the most important stuff (namely, money and my phone) in a zip locked baggie in my pocket ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except, my camera and waterproof eyeliner. I will CRY if I loose them. Same with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tanning&lt;/span&gt; sunscreen x] . seriously, I will cry. A lot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! my dad might cry too. I have his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lunch bag&lt;/span&gt; and kiss towel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;. Shh, don't tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I need to pack two more things, the camera and water. I am waiting for my batteries to charge a bit before I put my camera in. And I want my water as cold as possible before I leave so I will grab it when I am heading out. I am counting on myself to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-280991778337823991?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/280991778337823991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=280991778337823991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/280991778337823991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/280991778337823991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-super-excited-wonderland-in-about.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6759406594145140528</id><published>2008-08-20T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:28:43.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Josh was in the hospital last night. He just found out what was wrong with him. he has to quit smoking, drinking, drinking coffee and eatting spicy foods. pray for him, please! He's a good guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6759406594145140528?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6759406594145140528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6759406594145140528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6759406594145140528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6759406594145140528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-friend-josh-was-in-hospital-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5179174367357024679</id><published>2008-08-20T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:25:34.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im GonnaBeReallyLate</title><content type='html'>so, we got new phones at my house. they are pretty sweet! I'm excited for the next two days. wonderland with Kaitlyn tomorrow. Waking up at 6 to be ready. fun (n). but I haven't been to wonderland this year and Kaitlyn is cool :) So I'm sure it will be worth it. I just hope I sleep tonight. Sleep would be a good thing. It's supposed to be fking warm tomorrow so I am bringing a lot of sun screen and water. lol! I need to find something with pockets though. hummmmm..&lt;br /&gt;So, after this magical day of wonderlandy fun, I will be going to see The House Bunneh with Nicole, which I think I mentioned. And she is sleeping over. and she mentioned swimming! This will be sick. It got me out of going to Paris too. Also kind of cool. Mom is trying to get next week off though. There is no avoiding it then. Unless I get a fatal disease. Here's hoping! The two good things about mom being off though is that she said the words "we can go to the beach". I really like those words. its not all for sure though. she also mentioned shopping. specifically for school supplies. which I love to the max. I found a backpack I LIKE A LOT at Aeropostle when shopping with Kaitlyn. I mentioned it to mom. I think I will have it within a week. :) So, two things seem to be really hard lately. Actually, three. One, sleeping. except for Monday, sleep has been hard to do. I tried so hard not to nap last night, and I didn't. But I still fell asleep at 3. I woke up early today so that maybe, just maybe I can sleep tonight. Another hard thing is making a resume. Its just SO BORING! I wrote 10 words so far on my papery thinger. I'd say I'm doing pretty good for two days work. lmao. Last hard thing would be studying for my g1. again, boring. I need to get back into reading. Its hard now though. I keep getting distracteddddddd! grawr! writing too. I just feel so busy lately. but I like it. today was almost boring because I didnt see anyone! i needed to do some chores though. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5179174367357024679?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5179174367357024679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5179174367357024679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5179174367357024679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5179174367357024679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-gonnabereallylate.html' title='Im GonnaBeReallyLate'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1928968613192951555</id><published>2008-08-19T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:13:46.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heyheybaby,donthateme</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone who reads this! Namely, Jess. lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my days have been good. Some work which I will get paid for friday. I should be getting around 200 dollars. I'm happy with any money though. It's sad but I have most of my money put away for things I want. I went shopping with Kaitlyn and found many things I want. :D I also slept over at Nicole's house too. Many good times were made, many new experiences such as my first face mosquito bite. lmao. All is good and well basically. I'm waiting to find someone to hang out with this week. No working for me. I think. Friday I am seeing The House Bunneh with Nicole. :) I'm excited! It's also pay day! lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;My hair looks nice today. lol. And I haven't fallen to sleep yet. This is good. I'm worried about people. &gt;.&lt; And I need more bubbles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1928968613192951555?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1928968613192951555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1928968613192951555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1928968613192951555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1928968613192951555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyheybabydonthateme.html' title='heyheybaby,donthateme'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2253138503830192763</id><published>2008-08-12T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:02:37.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>workingggggggg!</title><content type='html'>so, an update of my earlier blog.&lt;br /&gt;I am working most likely the rest of the summer! Im pretty excited but kind of disappointed. I gotta be awake at 6:30, i cant hang out with friends during the week, i will be missing my alone time at home, go to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;but, I do get money, expierence and I am working with my dad and pamela! :)&lt;br /&gt;its not for sure yet but I am working for at least the rest of this week. it will be pretty cool I think! plus, unlimited access to timmies! WOOTfuckingWOOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2253138503830192763?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2253138503830192763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2253138503830192763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2253138503830192763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2253138503830192763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/workingggggggg.html' title='workingggggggg!'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2846776437018172680</id><published>2008-08-12T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:57:10.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever The Sickest Kids</title><content type='html'>currently, I am HOOKED to Forever the sickest kids. and Boys Like Girls. Not To mention Brokencyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokencyde kind of sucks lyric wise but i love the actual music. :)&lt;br /&gt;Forever The Sickest Kids has a lot of good songs like Catastrophy, Hey Brittany, She's A Lady, ect.&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls are good. My cousin introduced me to them.  Thank you James! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the lyrics to my FAV song of the moment &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heels over head by boyslikegirls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b9227f8aefa5a60" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9227f8aefa5a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168451%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D350B59019494F0CF7EBD0BB5F263DFA9A138EB4E.407A679B21C2EFA8620241F2A693E1C294AB6F20%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9227f8aefa5a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm6bi1hwZl4blCKFcQrfcyaA1g18&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b9227f8aefa5a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331168451%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D350B59019494F0CF7EBD0BB5F263DFA9A138EB4E.407A679B21C2EFA8620241F2A693E1C294AB6F20%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b9227f8aefa5a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm6bi1hwZl4blCKFcQrfcyaA1g18&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2846776437018172680?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9b9227f8aefa5a60&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2846776437018172680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2846776437018172680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2846776437018172680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2846776437018172680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/forever-sickest-kids.html' title='Forever The Sickest Kids'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-4641820134657042348</id><published>2008-08-12T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:10:27.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all my only dreams</title><content type='html'>this week is pretty much planned. yesterday i hung out with nicole (L). fun stuff except the small freaking out after she left. lol! today i did chores. laundry, ect. tomorrow I am going to work with my dad. finally, i am old enough to work there! thursday i gotta go shopping for my good loser friends birthday gift! idk whats happening with that actually but, so far, yeah. friday i am heading to paris and helping mygrandparents move. excitement! saturday is more of that fun stuff then kaitlyns party! :) sunday i am going to a movie I hope! not fully sure about that though.. gotta talk to jess.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. thats my life for the next week. i hope the next two weeks go slowwww. i also hope i get a lot of hang out time with Jess, Nicole, and all the other cool kids I love so much x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-4641820134657042348?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/4641820134657042348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=4641820134657042348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4641820134657042348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4641820134657042348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-my-only-dreams.html' title='all my only dreams'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5327329460281522107</id><published>2008-08-07T00:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:45:43.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends</title><content type='html'>went to the beach with jess today.yay!then tomorrow is a sleepover i think.and g1 if I am up to it.maybe go get my uniform.i dont really want to do much tomorrow though.now i just gotta tell my dad that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9iJ_WIaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Yz_G9S5yAzc/s1600-h/bedtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231631942894887330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9iJ_WIaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Yz_G9S5yAzc/s400/bedtime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9iSwyv4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/eEA9DWjtDZw/s1600-h/text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231631945249767298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9iSwyv4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/eEA9DWjtDZw/s400/text.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9ilYbBII/AAAAAAAAAXI/uv2jwXiZmAk/s1600-h/laughbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231631950247822466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9ilYbBII/AAAAAAAAAXI/uv2jwXiZmAk/s400/laughbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9i1iuUsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/L1XW9c7R5yE/s1600-h/suntimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231631954585998018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9i1iuUsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/L1XW9c7R5yE/s400/suntimes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9jB4x_3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/xgGrzDtpRhE/s1600-h/beachhhhhhhh+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231631957899738994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9jB4x_3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/xgGrzDtpRhE/s400/beachhhhhhhh+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5327329460281522107?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5327329460281522107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5327329460281522107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5327329460281522107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5327329460281522107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/bestfriends.html' title='bestfriends'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJp9iJ_WIaI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Yz_G9S5yAzc/s72-c/bedtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6801208409297442746</id><published>2008-08-03T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:21:12.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey yo babe, tis for you</title><content type='html'>so, I noticed there is a huge decline in posts from me since Ive had this blog. 46,25,22,20,14.&lt;br /&gt;this is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lmaooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; finally posted. and she wants to go swimming but I prob will be busy all week.&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; reading this before I ask you, Jess wanna go to the beech with mom and sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;??????? answer soon or you can't come!&lt;br /&gt;today was fun! hangouts with Kaitlyn at the mall and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. then hung out with Nicole and her friends :) they are coolness.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shexii&lt;/span&gt; sleepover, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; excited x]. and I gotta pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6801208409297442746?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6801208409297442746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6801208409297442746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6801208409297442746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6801208409297442746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-yo-babe-tis-for-you.html' title='hey yo babe, tis for you'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8302082819628071448</id><published>2008-08-02T12:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:43.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJSQGXNIcUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tx_w9viUq_4/s1600-h/you+give+me+mesquitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229963506266698050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJSQGXNIcUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tx_w9viUq_4/s400/you+give+me+mesquitos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess should answer her phone more =________=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, Nicole is sleeping over tomorrow(L) Im excited. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was pretty decent considering stuff. Im happy :) but smelly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hanging out with Kaitlyn today. I hope she has fun (L) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS, her bday was yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964588116923890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJSRFVaU1fI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-BdPFATN_9U/s400/lmfaoatmyself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8302082819628071448?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8302082819628071448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8302082819628071448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8302082819628071448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8302082819628071448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/updated.html' title='updated'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SJSQGXNIcUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tx_w9viUq_4/s72-c/you+give+me+mesquitos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-9059146961382810806</id><published>2008-08-01T00:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:33:46.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was like, better then air basically.&lt;br /&gt;except now I have a headache and am VERY wanting food.&lt;br /&gt;and sex ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-9059146961382810806?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/9059146961382810806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=9059146961382810806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/9059146961382810806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/9059146961382810806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-today-was-like-better-then-air.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5637620460247337089</id><published>2008-07-27T22:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:44.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tee tee why el babehs</title><content type='html'>For the past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weekish&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't updated so here is one big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogpost&lt;/span&gt; explaining my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression, Jess, Angst, Movie, beat rocks the block, Weirdness (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the most part, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess came over and we did some pictures which look a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;. I also did many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;photomanips&lt;/span&gt; with the pictures along with the ones I took that one night when I was like, messed with clothes which I will do again tonight I think (l).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, mom and Jess went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia! then Chapters! Pretty self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;explanatory&lt;/span&gt;. I got The Little Book Of Conspiracies (50 reasons to be paranoid) and Starbucks. Mom bought us the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia sound track which I have been listening too a lot along with the bands Forever The Sickest Kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brokencyde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat Rocks The Block contained more VP then anything. There was Raquel (who I haven't seen since...the party thing), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MarMar&lt;/span&gt; (who I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-Pride I believe), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chalaine&lt;/span&gt; and James (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; them! :]), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chalaine&lt;/span&gt; and Raquel's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mommy's&lt;/span&gt; and then Aaron who I just met. I got to meet cool people who have already forgotten me too so that was kind of neat. It was a good night to say the least. Slightly sucks that I didn't see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Manzil&lt;/span&gt;, Jess, Jess or Nicole. I did bump into Erica, Colin and Chris though :].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the weirdness. I don't remember it much but it was pretty good. Nice bath, got some alone time, watched Hercules, took pictures with moi in glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is good and obviously, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; up some pictures for this week :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xDtpvv5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Vfa-a5YBc7c/s1600-h/n517077174_1078513_8266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227888682311073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xDtpvv5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Vfa-a5YBc7c/s400/n517077174_1078513_8266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;BRTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xEAO3BBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lwQ8ouKPB-Y/s1600-h/tryandtry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227888687298577426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xEAO3BBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lwQ8ouKPB-Y/s400/tryandtry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Photomanip&lt;/span&gt; from last week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xEd6Li2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BCg3E4WhtYc/s1600-h/iledy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227888695264906082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xEd6Li2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BCg3E4WhtYc/s400/iledy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Depressed/angst &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xE9-1h3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/SclK9ne9Bv4/s1600-h/princess+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227888703874369394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xE9-1h3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/SclK9ne9Bv4/s400/princess+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jess Picture Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No pictures from the movies :[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My weirdness pictures I'll put up some other time, same with a video of my cool new bands of love :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5637620460247337089?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5637620460247337089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5637620460247337089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5637620460247337089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5637620460247337089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/tee-tee-why-el-babehs.html' title='tee tee why el babehs'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SI0xDtpvv5I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Vfa-a5YBc7c/s72-c/n517077174_1078513_8266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5824039044215941286</id><published>2008-07-21T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:44.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAMstarskater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SIU-kLb15aI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Im8WXSEDpoQ/s1600-h/bedd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225651733899109794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SIU-kLb15aI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Im8WXSEDpoQ/s400/bedd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SIU-cux0X0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/I3DS-tZDTxM/s1600-h/bedd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was disappointed at myself for waking up at 1:00. I want to get back on &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt; sleeping but it doesn't seem to &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to happen. As long as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; am awake wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I will be happy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been playing with my insense too. The cinnimon is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Makes my room smell like cinnimon toast crunch! (&lt;strong&gt;The Taste You Can SEE&lt;/strong&gt;!) I also love my bubble bath which smells Yum!(L) I also finished a thing of fudge. Imma fatty :(. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lastly, I know Jess will look on my blog&lt;em&gt; sometime&lt;/em&gt; SOOOOOOO I have to put this picture up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5824039044215941286?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5824039044215941286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5824039044215941286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5824039044215941286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5824039044215941286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/bamstarskater.html' title='BAMstarskater'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SIU-kLb15aI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Im8WXSEDpoQ/s72-c/bedd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7103839477818294489</id><published>2008-07-21T02:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:11:30.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long And Pointlessly Boring Blog time!</title><content type='html'>alrighty boys and girls!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna explain today in complete full and almost scary details so watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY::&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by my lg shine cell phone alarm which sounds equivilant to white noise in annoyingness. It was about 10:50 that I set it because I wanted to make sure I was awake to hang out with Jess but seeing as I fell asleep at 5:30, I knew I wouldn't beable to do it by my lonesome. So, the night before I wrote my dad a note asking him to make sure I was awake at 11, then set it on his keyboard.  After turning off the alarm I snuggled with my unicorn, Johnny, until i noticed the little orange MSN box that was on my computer screen. Hoping it was someone amazing, I dragged my halfnaked self out of bed and to the computer chair. Once there, I read that it was Adam, who I hadn't talked to in a while. I opened the window and read that he sent me a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;I started up a regular conversation with him, talking about his summer and such until I noticed that I still had a bit of makeup on from the night before. I was taking pictures so there was a lot of eyeliner and mascara involved which I failed to get off the previous night, like always. I left for the bathroom and saw that my dad wasn't around, but that my note wasn't there and an empty coffee cup was. While I washed my face, I wondered where he was and prepared a spech on how he was such a loser for ignoring my 11 o'clock wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;I walked back into my room and checked my clock: 11:12. I alway's missed 11:11, right Kaitlyn? Anyways, I sat back in my new computer chair and got comfertable, talking on MSN and checking my facebook. Then the phone started ringing. I paitently watched my phone for it to say who was calling which took about 2 rings. The id said GRANNY. Assuming it was my dad giving me the wakeup call I asked for, I answered it. It startled me when the voice on the other end was my grandma. She called me to ask if my dad could come down and help Danny and his father, my uncle Wayne, move around some things for them. I told her I wasn't sure where he was but I would tell him. She invited me down to visit too and I said I would be down once I got some regular clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;My granny guessed my dad had gone grocery shopping, which was correct. About 10 minutes later, once I was in my brown capris, teeshirt with flowers and little beads and pulled back hair, I heard him walk through the doorway with a ruckess. I could tell he had gotten groceries because there was the recognizable rattle of the cart that we used to bring the bags up. Grabbing my cell phone and keys, I left to greet my dad and tell him my grandmas message.&lt;br /&gt;He asked for me to help put the groceries away so that we could both go down for a visit and I said okay.&lt;br /&gt;fuck this, im bored. Anyways, the rest of the day I hung out with Jess basically. There was a bit of hangout time with danny before Jess came over too. I spent about $110 at te cambridge center and still need a new bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;THE END x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7103839477818294489?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7103839477818294489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7103839477818294489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7103839477818294489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7103839477818294489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-and-pointlessly-boring-blog-time.html' title='Long And Pointlessly Boring Blog time!'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-870653597805667315</id><published>2008-07-18T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:21:56.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ACTUALLY post #124</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to hang out with Jess but she was busy. So, I got to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chalaine&lt;/span&gt;!(L) and James and Josh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chalaine&lt;/span&gt; and Josh are going to the Warped Tour tonight I believe. They will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;funnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures, as always. Will post them as soon as they are on my computer..&lt;br /&gt;so, today is the parents anniversary. We were supposed to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ribfest&lt;/span&gt; in the park today but my mom made some fancy dinner so that's not happening. I finished my chores though so I will have money for the weekend! Speaking of that, anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;up for&lt;/span&gt; hanging out!? No plans yet. (That I remember..)&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Until then, one last word : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PrincessOfShadows&lt;/span&gt; took her make up tutorials off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dA&lt;/span&gt;! I am upset!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-870653597805667315?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/870653597805667315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=870653597805667315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/870653597805667315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/870653597805667315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/actually-post-124.html' title='&lt;i&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/i&gt; post #124'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2852283296069643288</id><published>2008-07-17T19:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:33:09.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'> post # 124 </title><content type='html'>I think I am sick. I felt like shit all day and I don't know what it is really. But, it sucks balls!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. I think I am hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JessT&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't know what is going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exact ally&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I get to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chalaine&lt;/span&gt; though. I miss her(L)(L)(L).&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also my parents anniversary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;, they are taking me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ribfest&lt;/span&gt; at Victoria Park. That should be..interesting. Tomorrow, Danny, Jimmy, Natalie and Pamela should also be coming home, according to dad. I miss those losers!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I hung out with Jess for most of the day. We went swimming and caught up. It was pretty hardcore and fun. We watched Silence Of The Lambs which was alright, but I really want to see Hannibal. Apparently, all the Hannibal movies are REALLY slow at the beginning until the last half hour where everything happens. A while ago I started watching Hannibal Rising and it was so boring, I fell asleep. I haven't watched it all the way through. Mom wants me too though. They are some of her favorite movies (along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt; and The Wizard Of Oz).&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jess also got some energy drinks and I bought some Jones Soda. I think I may be addicted. There are two empty bottles in my room right now, and they are telling me to get more. I will smash them off a wall soon enough. I hope that that doesn't get me evicted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2852283296069643288?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2852283296069643288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2852283296069643288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2852283296069643288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2852283296069643288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-124.html' title='&lt;i&gt; post # &lt;b&gt;124&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2220213927219048352</id><published>2008-07-16T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:11:01.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TheBreakUp</title><content type='html'>This made me cry yesterday. Bad day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Session Start: Wednesday, September 27, 2006&lt;br /&gt;=Amy-Lyne=                      Oh My Beautiful One...&lt;br /&gt;.killed.destiny.&lt;3                 (L)I love you Bobby Joe(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:29 PM) .killed.destiny.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I have so much hate for u now and I just want u to know I got a better g/f then u ever were and that I'll agree ur a whore a big fucking whore and u've pissed me off alot and hurt me more then I ever loved u and I'm doign it on msn to give u a fair chance to defende urself but I hope to god someone hurts u as much as u deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:30 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:30 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i np&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:30 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:31 PM) .killed.destiny.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur sorry! I can't beleive it ur sorry, well appology not accepted because I'm sorry couldn't possibly cut it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:31 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:31 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing stronger then sorry and i didnt try to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:32 PM) .killed.destiny.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u did a shitty job of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:32 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:32 PM) .killed.destiny.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u've said sorry so much that almost nething is stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:32 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i cant say much stronger then sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:33 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i m sorry  so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:33 PM) .killed.destiny.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ur not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:33 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya  i m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:33 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i relli m  im sorryer then i have ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:33 PM) .killed.destiny.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ur not, its just words Amy, and ur words mean nothin to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:33 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:34 PM) =Amy-Lyne=:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything to show u im sorry and even if i can its not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:33 PM) .killed.destiny.:&lt;br /&gt;well u know what don't bother fucking trying, just fuck off and go blow a million more guys u fucking whore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2220213927219048352?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2220213927219048352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2220213927219048352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2220213927219048352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2220213927219048352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/thebreakup.html' title='TheBreakUp'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5150873291016612980</id><published>2008-07-16T13:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:45.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookers Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;took more pictures yesterday. the sun is beautiful! I had a bottle of bubble gum Jones which I posed with. I was wearing all blue so it was 'trueblue!'. lmfao. i forget where that comes from but eh. today, i should be hanging out with Jess~love. meaning I should shower soon. mom is also bringing me home lunch! mmm, Wendy's! on top of it all, i set up fb mobile and twitter mobile. it is pretty nifty. tried the fb one, and it worked beautifully. will try twitter in a moment. MSN is working good again. i don't know who i told but the sounds for my MSN stopped working. but now, they are good again. summer has been alright, but i don't want to fuck up my sleeping like i have the past 2 summers. I'm trying to get back on track like, last night, i fell asleep at 12:30, but i woke up at 11 still today. oh well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;p i c t u r e s :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tI0Jx19I/AAAAAAAAAVA/7tTi02O-Mek/s1600-h/ahlala+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223662247258216402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tI0Jx19I/AAAAAAAAAVA/7tTi02O-Mek/s320/ahlala+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tJfoxTzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/A7G_Rn6Q3Po/s1600-h/ahlala+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223662258930929458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tJfoxTzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/A7G_Rn6Q3Po/s320/ahlala+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tJ_SZ_wI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZZQVs7b1GCY/s1600-h/ahlala+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223662267427061506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tJ_SZ_wI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZZQVs7b1GCY/s320/ahlala+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tKR6K-ZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1krSSkprJrw/s1600-h/ahlala+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223662272425687442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tKR6K-ZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1krSSkprJrw/s320/ahlala+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tK77VGwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YaQc17E1Sl0/s1600-h/ahlala+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223662283704834818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tK77VGwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YaQc17E1Sl0/s320/ahlala+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Me and Jess are hanging out soon. I miss her. Mom was jus home, brought my yummy foods. I found out i have a cut in my mouth. I dn't know what its from but it hurts now! :(&lt;br /&gt;Mom gave me some shorts to try on. i can't tell which I like and which I don't. I have one more pair too try on but i hate the colour so I don't think I will. Currently, I am wearing a ugly pair that are SO comfertable. But seriously, ew. I tried on this pair that I REALLY liked but they are so short. I don't know if I would wear them..&lt;br /&gt;twitter works good! and apperently it is all free of charge. I'm hopeing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5150873291016612980?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5150873291016612980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5150873291016612980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5150873291016612980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5150873291016612980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/hookers-ball.html' title='Hookers Ball'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4tI0Jx19I/AAAAAAAAAVA/7tTi02O-Mek/s72-c/ahlala+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-4493060282381285425</id><published>2008-07-15T16:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:45.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YUPPiEEEEE [Mario-Style]</title><content type='html'>my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quotebook&lt;/span&gt; is almost FULL. one page is left and it excites me! i have spent 2 days decorating it on and off. I also have spent these days bugging dad to fill up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zippos&lt;/span&gt;, which he did yesterday afternoon/morning. I woke up early today, about 9:30, which is very hard to do because I fell asleep at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;-has decided i need to put my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zippos&lt;/span&gt; up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH0FvGyQKxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wqkAIiRIHTk/s1600-h/zippohippo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223337449653021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH0FvGyQKxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wqkAIiRIHTk/s320/zippohippo+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH0Fvn7h8FI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Q0chk3e2918/s1600-h/zippohippo+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223337458550304850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH0Fvn7h8FI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Q0chk3e2918/s320/zippohippo+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH0Fv517jHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8aNk73JYIYA/s1600-h/zippohippo+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223337463358655602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH0Fv517jHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8aNk73JYIYA/s320/zippohippo+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the terminal to give Kaitlyn something, and got a orange Jolt. it's pretty good but I think it has made me twitchy. it's been a while since energy drinks have done that to me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt;, grade 8 when me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carla&lt;/span&gt; went to J&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Js&lt;/span&gt; and got some Jolt. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the same day we saw Sam disappear. Grade 8, good/interesting times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like meeting new people. I have started talking to people via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; and all the cool places. they are pretty nice and friendly. this makes me happy! but, i know i will never met most of them. they live so far! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, last thing! I started writing a new story. not sure how its gonna be yet. but overall, it about some girls summer. 3 pages so far! almost 2,000 words! only worked on it LAST NIGHT so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-4493060282381285425?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/4493060282381285425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=4493060282381285425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4493060282381285425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4493060282381285425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/yuppieeeee-mario-style.html' title='YUPPiEEEEE [Mario-Style]'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH0FvGyQKxI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wqkAIiRIHTk/s72-c/zippohippo+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6888884141036809738</id><published>2008-07-13T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:57:17.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATragicMasquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JESSICA NEEDS TO WRITE IN HER BLOG MORE OFTEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that is all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6888884141036809738?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6888884141036809738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6888884141036809738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6888884141036809738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6888884141036809738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/atragicmasquerade.html' title='ATragicMasquerade'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1766757911660887935</id><published>2008-07-12T20:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:45.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna know is their anyone on the floor who can slap me like a whore? who can make me scream for more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;shoes are &lt;i&gt;death&lt;/i&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kaitlyn&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; the top I got from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aritzia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;Awkward preppy love&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :)!&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn is influencing me I thinks. which is okay because i &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; have influenced her a bit &lt;b&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TEHE&lt;/span&gt;!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took pictures yesterday in the tub, it's not as dirty as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;i will post a picture! or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHlQPsEx2kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gRfLFMchEF8/s1600-h/water+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222293473372265026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHlQPsEx2kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gRfLFMchEF8/s320/water+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHlQRbnW8PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yr5E_UdMuKk/s1600-h/water+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222293503313637618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHlQRbnW8PI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Yr5E_UdMuKk/s320/water+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to go buy more bubbles!&lt;/strong&gt; and tomorrow, tanning I think!&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be amazing out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1766757911660887935?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1766757911660887935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1766757911660887935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1766757911660887935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1766757911660887935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wanna-know-is-their-anyone-on-floor.html' title='I wanna know &lt;i&gt;is their anyone on the floor&lt;b&gt; who can slap me like a whore?&lt;/i&gt; who can make me scream for more?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHlQPsEx2kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gRfLFMchEF8/s72-c/water+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5843687314616949746</id><published>2008-07-11T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:53:27.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>his backpac is all that he knows</title><content type='html'>Victoria park is apparently flooded due to the thunderstorm last night. mom told me. she is home today sick. i kind of wanted to be home alone today. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;my plans:&lt;br /&gt;shower, clean, laundry, movie, read until i find someone cool to hang out with, movie, computer, sleep&lt;br /&gt;mom is trying to get me watch radio. i don't want too. when she naps (here's hoping she will!) i will watch Aladdin.&lt;br /&gt;i re pierced my cartilage last night. and got new shoes, shorts and hair yesterday. they are all pretty ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna work out, gdi. maybe Jess can go! (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5843687314616949746?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5843687314616949746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5843687314616949746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5843687314616949746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5843687314616949746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/his-backpac-is-all-that-he-knows.html' title='his backpac is all that he knows'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3659987799547092380</id><published>2008-07-10T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:16:14.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time willl change us all</title><content type='html'>today will be amazing. yesterday sure as hell was! (L)&lt;br /&gt;but today, mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me with herself staying home, so i get to hang out with her. i love my mommy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! i woke up at 12, and she was in the living room. I started to talk to her and asked to go shoe shopping because my shoes that i wore yesterday are dead so i need new flats. Other then that, I hate shoe shopping. anyway, she remembered i wanted my hair cut so she made me, and herself, an appointment. so we are going at 4:30 to shop and at 5:30 we get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haircuts&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited! and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3659987799547092380?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3659987799547092380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3659987799547092380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3659987799547092380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3659987799547092380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-willl-change-us-all.html' title='time willl change us all'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1034161946488537091</id><published>2008-07-08T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:59:07.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate The Summer!</title><content type='html'>I wish I could write better. My ideas suck, I don't think I can really write with enough interesting detail, or anything. I also wish I could find a good book (L). the book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; reading now, I just can't finish. There is an annoying part to the story that keeps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;popping&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;I re-did the list of things I want to do before I die. it's pretty hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;New pictures! Me as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Temari&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; Jess(L)&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming with Natalie today. It was fun! I miss swimming and tanning. I'm so happy it's summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is Buffy, my kitty's birthday! she'll be 10. how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm hanging out with Jess, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt;. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;I hope I go to Wonderland, the beach, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Toronto&lt;/span&gt; this summer! Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Niagara&lt;/span&gt; falls.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new bathing suit though. my bottoms DON'T fit. ugh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy I'm healthy again. I have been sick for almost a week, and it was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to hang out with cool people soon. I hung out with Brock recently. And Jess. It was coolness.&lt;br /&gt;my nails are LONG :) it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;it would make me happier if i had a b/f or g/f though. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; hung out a lot with my family. it's been nice although today, i am very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;and, i got a unicorn! from Natalie! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1034161946488537091?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1034161946488537091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1034161946488537091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1034161946488537091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1034161946488537091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrate-summer.html' title='Celebrate The Summer!'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-4912888739394936789</id><published>2008-07-08T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:47.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Family(L)</title><content type='html'>Park Times! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLb6M6L6I/AAAAAAAAATo/99Hfoljuulk/s1600-h/coolkids+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220810442137022370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLb6M6L6I/AAAAAAAAATo/99Hfoljuulk/s320/coolkids+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLcY6FbkI/AAAAAAAAATw/IR5CeOXMWYU/s1600-h/coolkids+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220810450379566658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLcY6FbkI/AAAAAAAAATw/IR5CeOXMWYU/s320/coolkids+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLc6ikteI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fi22NOdq2mQ/s1600-h/coolkids+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220810459407758818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLc6ikteI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fi22NOdq2mQ/s320/coolkids+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLdK5SXwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_mtU5ZC1byw/s1600-h/coolkids+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220810463797993218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLdK5SXwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_mtU5ZC1byw/s320/coolkids+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLdtDUPKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Z2Os45_lQIM/s1600-h/coolkids+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKxGW-i0I/AAAAAAAAATA/kdqKclLPliQ/s1600-h/coolkids+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220809706666101570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKxGW-i0I/AAAAAAAAATA/kdqKclLPliQ/s320/coolkids+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKyPFjTHI/AAAAAAAAATI/u_nzVbvhwrI/s1600-h/coolkids+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220809726188801138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKyPFjTHI/AAAAAAAAATI/u_nzVbvhwrI/s320/coolkids+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKyosCCBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/khfh7EZ5tCo/s1600-h/coolkids+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220809733061085202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKyosCCBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/khfh7EZ5tCo/s320/coolkids+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKyxY2XDI/AAAAAAAAATY/WKSWFcOLH34/s1600-h/coolkids+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220809735396547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKyxY2XDI/AAAAAAAAATY/WKSWFcOLH34/s320/coolkids+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKzbTz5hI/AAAAAAAAATg/g4Fz06krNec/s1600-h/coolkids+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220809746649703954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQKzbTz5hI/AAAAAAAAATg/g4Fz06krNec/s320/coolkids+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-4912888739394936789?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/4912888739394936789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=4912888739394936789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4912888739394936789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4912888739394936789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-familyl.html' title='We Are Family(L)'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SHQLb6M6L6I/AAAAAAAAATo/99Hfoljuulk/s72-c/coolkids+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3236674750724777670</id><published>2008-06-30T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:47.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROADTRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktkjikwRI/AAAAAAAAASY/ezfR6WxcHL4/s1600-h/fun+times+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751749324226834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktkjikwRI/AAAAAAAAASY/ezfR6WxcHL4/s320/fun+times+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktlYR12FI/AAAAAAAAASg/5y0yPL3mabw/s1600-h/fun+times+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751763481122898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktlYR12FI/AAAAAAAAASg/5y0yPL3mabw/s320/fun+times+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktliFJqII/AAAAAAAAASo/ZT0w8VGP1rc/s1600-h/fun+times+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751766112249986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktliFJqII/AAAAAAAAASo/ZT0w8VGP1rc/s320/fun+times+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktmGzXeiI/AAAAAAAAASw/XT3_Rt2oLoY/s1600-h/fun+times+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217751775969770018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktmGzXeiI/AAAAAAAAASw/XT3_Rt2oLoY/s320/fun+times+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3236674750724777670?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3236674750724777670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3236674750724777670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3236674750724777670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3236674750724777670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/roadtrip.html' title='ROADTRIP'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGktkjikwRI/AAAAAAAAASY/ezfR6WxcHL4/s72-c/fun+times+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2070680039498437781</id><published>2008-06-30T14:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:48.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;if you go, i want to go with you</title><content type='html'>We The Cool Kids (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGksmDTkfsI/AAAAAAAAASA/5urPkN_BXOA/s1600-h/fun+times+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217750675519471298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGksmDTkfsI/AAAAAAAAASA/5urPkN_BXOA/s320/fun+times+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGksnQwR2gI/AAAAAAAAASI/SnCldmMQJ8Y/s1600-h/fun+times+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217750696309414402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGksnQwR2gI/AAAAAAAAASI/SnCldmMQJ8Y/s320/fun+times+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkso61wRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VIK4JSmekek/s1600-h/fun+times+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217750724786537922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkso61wRcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VIK4JSmekek/s320/fun+times+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGksL5NSMVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LGDNjaQTj54/s1600-h/fun+times+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217750226132152658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGksL5NSMVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LGDNjaQTj54/s320/fun+times+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkrDWYcvWI/AAAAAAAAARY/9LYC5_vmEIg/s1600-h/fun+times+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217748979833159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkrDWYcvWI/AAAAAAAAARY/9LYC5_vmEIg/s320/fun+times+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkrGaphhXI/AAAAAAAAARg/K5SFVwddkf8/s1600-h/fun+times+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749032518124914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkrGaphhXI/AAAAAAAAARg/K5SFVwddkf8/s320/fun+times+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkrHZYmevI/AAAAAAAAARo/PvjztkkuzQc/s1600-h/fun+times+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749049358580466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGkrHZYmevI/AAAAAAAAARo/PvjztkkuzQc/s320/fun+times+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2070680039498437781?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2070680039498437781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2070680039498437781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2070680039498437781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2070680039498437781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-go-i-want-to-go-with-you.html' title='&amp;if you go, i want to go with you'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGksmDTkfsI/AAAAAAAAASA/5urPkN_BXOA/s72-c/fun+times+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1374503795582817546</id><published>2008-06-29T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:16:56.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories that will never fade..</title><content type='html'>summer has for sure been eventful to say the least. i haven't seen jess yet, which sucks. I miss her. I've only seen Ashlea and Nichole so far from Res, and that was just randomly in the mall. friendships have been made, and broken. I am almost scared for what lies ahead. But, I guess thats all part of the adventure. and i promised myself that i would have an adventure this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I am sick. Ugh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1374503795582817546?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1374503795582817546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1374503795582817546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1374503795582817546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1374503795582817546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories-that-will-never-fade.html' title='Memories that will never fade..'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2857446156850250237</id><published>2008-06-25T15:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:49.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Belong Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;New photomanip! and some other loved pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrMFI7OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HAz-O8QiLsQ/s1600-h/amy+raqueltravels+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215899186193034466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrMFI7OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HAz-O8QiLsQ/s320/amy%2Braqueltravels+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrWGmIFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6THN_UZSnqA/s1600-h/AmyNdRaqueeeeeeel+Webcam+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215899188883497042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrWGmIFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6THN_UZSnqA/s320/AmyNdRaqueeeeeeel+Webcam+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrkxV43I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UCYY8zp94CQ/s1600-h/AmyNdRaqueeeeeeel+Webcam+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215899192820884338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrkxV43I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/UCYY8zp94CQ/s320/AmyNdRaqueeeeeeel+Webcam+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrsjQWkI/AAAAAAAAARA/lhZWF7cbd-4/s1600-h/AmyNdRaqueeeeeeel+Webcam+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215899194909284930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrsjQWkI/AAAAAAAAARA/lhZWF7cbd-4/s320/AmyNdRaqueeeeeeel+Webcam+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYsNW2fvI/AAAAAAAAARI/YXb8BHyDS_4/s1600-h/natalie+sucks+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215899203715628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYsNW2fvI/AAAAAAAAARI/YXb8BHyDS_4/s320/natalie+sucks+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXQrGNrVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WAr3Hm-h6Ts/s1600-h/ficed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215897631150943570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXQrGNrVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WAr3Hm-h6Ts/s320/ficed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXQ-nCULI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fA09e8qzCXY/s1600-h/techno+logic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215897636388884658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXQ-nCULI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fA09e8qzCXY/s320/techno+logic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXRXO20eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UP-qJ-COV-Q/s1600-h/moimeandI+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215897642998354402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXRXO20eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UP-qJ-COV-Q/s320/moimeandI+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXSJ-dlHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MY5SoAgGrYw/s1600-h/moimeandI+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215897656619799666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXSJ-dlHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MY5SoAgGrYw/s320/moimeandI+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXTELnR6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Zy3B2nY4Ieg/s1600-h/amy+raqueltravels+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215897672244217762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKXTELnR6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Zy3B2nY4Ieg/s320/amy%2Braqueltravels+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2857446156850250237?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2857446156850250237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2857446156850250237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2857446156850250237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2857446156850250237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-belong-together.html' title='We Belong Together'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGKYrMFI7OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HAz-O8QiLsQ/s72-c/amy%2Braqueltravels+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8419933421729329786</id><published>2008-06-24T01:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:50.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ding dong, the witch is dead</title><content type='html'>interesting weekend. twas amazing until sunday. yup, thats all i will say.&lt;br /&gt;getting some weird thing. plus signed nat up on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;photomanip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJHF1vJFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/16v_DEY4_Q0/s1600-h/nat+at+the+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215319123414688850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJHF1vJFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/16v_DEY4_Q0/s320/nat+at+the+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJHp5YhgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tFEEPgwJTMY/s1600-h/natalie+sucks+hardcore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215319133093660162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJHp5YhgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tFEEPgwJTMY/s320/natalie+sucks+hardcore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJH0jJuUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LEamo_hsUFs/s1600-h/release.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215319135953205570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJH0jJuUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LEamo_hsUFs/s320/release.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJHzNqX2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8bGfPVtXLFs/s1600-h/natalie+sucks+ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215319135594635106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJHzNqX2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8bGfPVtXLFs/s320/natalie+sucks+ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8419933421729329786?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8419933421729329786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8419933421729329786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8419933421729329786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8419933421729329786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/ding-dong-witch-is-dead.html' title='ding dong, the witch is dead'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SGCJHF1vJFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/16v_DEY4_Q0/s72-c/nat+at+the+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5754949185964455826</id><published>2008-06-21T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:26:57.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Your Pride!</title><content type='html'>Pride prom last night. It was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;. I was with Raquel, who is the coolness. Jess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlea&lt;/span&gt;, Candice, Brandon, Brandon and people were there. We got pictures and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sweeeeeeet&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;I was way tired though. So when I got home, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; much passed out. But, my feet don't hurt now. this is good. My parents left at 7. I am excited for what life now brings. Excited and nervous.. and a little sleepy. I can't wait for the fun to begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5754949185964455826?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5754949185964455826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5754949185964455826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5754949185964455826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5754949185964455826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/show-your-pride.html' title='Show Your Pride!'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3118357724956704953</id><published>2008-06-18T19:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:50.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New, The Old, And the Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFmYniN98uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DH2DM8HHKa0/s1600-h/ride+om+life+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213365848625771234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFmYniN98uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DH2DM8HHKa0/s320/ride+om+life+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for new music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;techno, angst, anything bold really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even old stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3118357724956704953?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3118357724956704953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3118357724956704953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3118357724956704953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3118357724956704953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-old-and-ugly.html' title='The New, The Old, And the Ugly'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFmYniN98uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DH2DM8HHKa0/s72-c/ride+om+life+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2157368450082297365</id><published>2008-06-18T01:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:25:02.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Neverending</title><content type='html'>Exams of hardcoreness are happening.&lt;br /&gt;I did my History exam which was simple. And I know I rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;Gym was for sure not as bad as I thought. Last time was WAY worse. But, my legs killed.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard science was EASY and I hope its true. I've been studying mostly physics and biology tonight. But, I REALLY need to study chem. Gahh, I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;And then math. I have until the 25th to study though. I so will. I have decided to mostly study monday because I am already filled up before then.&lt;br /&gt;Pride prom friday! I hope it goes good! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited but not showing it because of my exam stress. And sleepyness.&lt;br /&gt;nightxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2157368450082297365?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2157368450082297365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2157368450082297365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2157368450082297365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2157368450082297365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-so-neverending.html' title='It&apos;s So Neverending'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5351918518560251742</id><published>2008-06-16T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:55:22.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wanna Miss A Thing</title><content type='html'>I have the weirdest penny's ever. I don't think they are real. But they are kind of cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;I also have discovered love in uptown waterloo with Jess. Yay Jess! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has nerd friends btw.&lt;br /&gt;LESS THEN A WEEK! (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5351918518560251742?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5351918518560251742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5351918518560251742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5351918518560251742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5351918518560251742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna Miss A Thing'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7198732369814052718</id><published>2008-06-15T19:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:52.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're So Fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFcJpMgnfSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PHiu2BwwTH4/s1600-h/alllexxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212645697041956130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFcJpMgnfSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PHiu2BwwTH4/s320/alllexxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFcJWmZJGqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y8aRwswmVfw/s1600-h/srsly,wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212645377572412066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFcJWmZJGqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y8aRwswmVfw/s320/srsly,wtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFb6EUzjuVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7QijjcOyVqk/s1600-h/theamy+and+jesslove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212628570939308370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFb6EUzjuVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7QijjcOyVqk/s320/theamy+and+jesslove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFW1-aczpJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_RPfsoaMAPQ/s1600-h/ehbabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212272227607880850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFW1-aczpJI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_RPfsoaMAPQ/s320/ehbabe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWzlSMxttI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/aCNN5htlvLI/s1600-h/babbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212269596873176786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWzlSMxttI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/aCNN5htlvLI/s320/babbee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWv7WPGfPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G2m4bs0Ex-o/s1600-h/cutee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212265577867279602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWv7WPGfPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G2m4bs0Ex-o/s320/cutee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWqo33a2EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jm1ozJz24C4/s1600-h/REREREREREMIX.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212259762919102530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWqo33a2EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jm1ozJz24C4/s320/REREREREREMIX.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWqpSZqrFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aqkTy4mzi2c/s1600-h/rollercoaster+remixed.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212259770042068050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFWqpSZqrFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aqkTy4mzi2c/s320/rollercoaster+remixed.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7198732369814052718?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7198732369814052718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7198732369814052718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7198732369814052718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7198732369814052718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-so-fake.html' title='You&apos;re So Fake'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFcJpMgnfSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PHiu2BwwTH4/s72-c/alllexxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2660220404117617916</id><published>2008-06-12T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:50:27.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memories to make me cry</title><content type='html'>MY FAV BLOGS (L)&lt;br /&gt;(of mine :D)&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-hade-three-wishes.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-hade-three-wishes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/damn-right-ive-been-naughty-now-spank.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/damn-right-ive-been-naughty-now-spank.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-show-my-love.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-show-my-love.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/angsty-song.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/03/angsty-song.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-and-jess.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-and-jess.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/someday-my-day.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/someday-my-day.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/searching-through-stars-in-sky-looking.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/searching-through-stars-in-sky-looking.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-pride.html"&gt;http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-pride.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UNKNOWN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STILL TO COME :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;*note to self, update the losses and gains of gr 10* some losses have been gained and there are some new gains (and prehaps losses..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2660220404117617916?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2660220404117617916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2660220404117617916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2660220404117617916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2660220404117617916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories-to-make-me-cry.html' title='memories to make me cry'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-5420837642591204306</id><published>2008-06-12T12:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:52.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you cant hurt me enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFFPWpXFCPI/AAAAAAAAANw/aKI2Z2hZ1Os/s1600-h/i116308945_2814_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211033494322743538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFFPWpXFCPI/AAAAAAAAANw/aKI2Z2hZ1Os/s320/i116308945_2814_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm getting kind of sick of all the sad depressed poems. I'm not saying they are stupid, or that no one should be depressed or anything. I am saying that HOLY SHIT, there are a lot. Which is pretty terrible. Because so many people are sad. And so many people are sad so often. We are the sad generation. I can't say I'm looking forward to the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-5420837642591204306?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/5420837642591204306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=5420837642591204306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5420837642591204306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/5420837642591204306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-cant-hurt-me-enough.html' title='you cant hurt me enough'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SFFPWpXFCPI/AAAAAAAAANw/aKI2Z2hZ1Os/s72-c/i116308945_2814_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6360982388466671630</id><published>2008-06-11T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:27:34.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>someday, my day</title><content type='html'>These five people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.Pick 6 people and include yourself as number 3.&lt;br /&gt;1] Jessica&lt;br /&gt;2] Natalie&lt;br /&gt;3] Me&lt;br /&gt;4] Mommy&lt;br /&gt;5] Brock&lt;br /&gt;6] Daniel&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There are three rooms, who would be in each room?&lt;br /&gt;room 1 – Danny + Natalie&lt;br /&gt;room 2 – Jessica + Me + Brock (mom should have her own grownup room.)&lt;br /&gt;room 3 – Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were someone singing in the morning who would it be?No one., They are all shy like that. And no one is a morning person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone was considered the mom of the house, who would they be? I'm thinking Natalie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted candy really badly and all of the people in the house had some, who would be the one to give you their last candy in the box? Mom. She would get sick of the candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two people were caught making out in a closet who would it be?…… I’m kind of hoping no one starts making out in the closet because it’s mostly family in there… Prob Jess and Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be? Danny. We would have toothpaste wars and I would try to gross him out somehow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the best rock band drummer? No fricken clue. Brock prob because he is the only one I know that has played rock band (or the drums)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who might kill their roommate? Natalie would. lmao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be the one hogging the tv for sports?Danny. Loserrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someones caught on the phone all hours of the night, who is it? MOM! LONG DISTANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them? Jess Natalie and Danny. Mostly Danny. They enjoy chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someones caught singing in the shower everyday at 2 o clock, who is it? Natalie. Or me. I don’t know if anyone else sings in the shower…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would hate being in the house the most? I’m thinking it’s a tie between me and my mom Me and mom would need shopping. Plus I'm sure my mom would need some grownup ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone took a (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the culprit?Danny. Because he is evil. or brock. because he is equally evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it? lmaooooo! All of us x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?OMG…Me and Jess or me and mom… me and anyone &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someones tanning on the roof naked, who is it?No one. We are all too shy and such. However, as a prank, we would get someone up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the tallest in the house?Danny. He is pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the shortest in the house?Jess? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest?lmao. Mom ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the clown?we all are! Lmao…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most respectful?Natalie. Because she doesn’t know Brock so she will be “normal”.. gah, it will suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one you go to talk to the most?I will talk to them all equally. Because I (L) them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one that always comes up with stupid ideas?I’m gonna say me and Brock or me and Danny. Or Danny and Natalie. Or me and Jess. Or Jess and Natalie. We all come up with stupid ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last one to get up?mom. Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone woke everyone up with pots and pans who would it be?me and Jess for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is always dancing?lmao, me and Jess would dance and force Natalie too. my mom would join&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has the same sweater as you, so you get mad at them and who is it?It would be Brock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spilt ice all over the kitchen floor, who would be the one to slip on it first?mom… this is bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year is over, who cries when its time to say goodbye? Brock would run. So would Danny. Me and Jess would cry.. Natalie would be like “bullet?” and my mom would demand ffxi and beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6360982388466671630?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6360982388466671630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6360982388466671630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6360982388466671630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6360982388466671630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/someday-my-day.html' title='someday, my day'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6789648960747120133</id><published>2008-06-10T21:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:52.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>searching through the stars in the sky, looking for the ones in your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;this is my 100TH BLOG POST! I wanted to write a sex story to celebrate but I am too tired right now, and I am dieing without writing in my blog. So, to celebrate, I will instead put some pictures of porn on here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suicide Girls (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for bubbles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PSS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for Jess for showing me how to work that site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210434728111511938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SE8ux3ZyGYI/AAAAAAAAANo/HbniKHKNJNQ/s320/207460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6789648960747120133?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6789648960747120133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6789648960747120133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6789648960747120133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6789648960747120133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/searching-through-stars-in-sky-looking.html' title='searching through the stars in the sky, &lt;i&gt;looking for the ones in your eyes&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SE8ux3ZyGYI/AAAAAAAAANo/HbniKHKNJNQ/s72-c/207460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3056955393222630706</id><published>2008-06-04T17:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:31:54.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bring me only the best of you</title><content type='html'>No one was at school today. Even teachers were missing. It was kind of sad, because other then Kaitlyn, Corrado and Rhianon, I was the only cool kid there.&lt;br /&gt;This macaroni makes up for it though. I have been cleaning and making my own food to prove I am responsible enough to be left alone. I am pretty much 10 000 000 000 percent sure it is working. Although, it is kind of sad because I have been high while I clean. I was so deprived while my mom was off so I had to catch up a bit. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a science trip which I am skipping out on. I didn't even tell my parents about it. I really didn't want to go. Now, I have to decide: skip the whole day, skip 4th, go to 4th and be alone with a teacher. I want to skip 4th but then I have to make up some reasonable reason for my mom to sign me out. Why must school be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;I decided to listen to Green Day today. It was good. I will do that more often now.&lt;br /&gt;Pride prom is coming up! I am going with Raquel. I don't know what to wear. I am thinking about getting a new dress thing but I would need money. Speaking of which, Saturday I am working for an hour. For money! And I am going to try and save up some money now. That means: no energy drinks/junk food on whim, no shopping hxc, perhaps I will take the lunch money I get, pocket it and make my lunch from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep now. Past my nap time. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3056955393222630706?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3056955393222630706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3056955393222630706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3056955393222630706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3056955393222630706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/bring-me-only-best-of-you.html' title='bring me only the best of you'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8358730592801633170</id><published>2008-06-04T15:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:45:11.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this can't be l e g a l</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Being alone can feel so good. Recently, I have noticed that. I look at some people, and their relationships and I thank god I am not a part of that. I look at my past relationship and REALLY thank god I am not in that train wreck. I look at some people and the misery that they feel while being alone and think "Why do you want that?" It's nice to feel loved but at what price? You are miserable because you miss them, you can never see them, you constantly fight, you're constantly hurt. How do you feel loved with all of that? Sure, the beginning is always fun, and so are the physical things. But, there is so much drama, pressure and pain. It isn't worth it especially if you're like me and get way to carried away in the idea of love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tend to get the words "love" and "obsess" confused. Once I stop obsessing, I have no feeling's for the person. I don't know what feelings are. I don't know what enjoying someones company is even. I don't know much about love, or like, or relationships. I would say that makes me not ready for one, right? Sure, I would love to be dating someone right now, specifically a certain someone, but i don't know if I even truly like her. I want to be with her because I feel good seeing her, and she is always so nice around me. She is pretty and sweet. Does that mean I love her? Or like? Does that mean I am obsessed? If we dated, would I start to obsess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many damned questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8358730592801633170?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8358730592801633170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8358730592801633170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8358730592801633170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8358730592801633170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-cant-be-l-e-g-l.html' title='this &lt;i&gt;can&apos;t&lt;/i&gt; be l e g a l'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7457509180211677336</id><published>2008-06-03T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:14:58.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school will start to get crazy soon. I am pretty hardcore into it. I am trying pretty hard in math and science. History is fking easy and gym has taken over my life. like, I am excersizing and eatting more good food. I haven't eatten less junk really but I have eaten more healthy stuff too! Exams are coming soon. June 16-18th and the 25th. I am gonna STUDY MY ASS OFF for science. I wanna not fail and maybe bring up my mark. 61 right now. probablly lower actually. I've hoping to get a 70 in the end. So, HARD WORK. eck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are prob leaving June 21st! to Kentucky! and I get to stay home alone! :) this pleases me. I like being alone!&lt;br /&gt;Nancy got a puppy! I really fking wanna see! Its a white, brown and gray (?) shitzu (?). lmao. I saw a picture. cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jess are friends again. Me and Carla are friends again. Me and Chalaine are awesome (not that we ever wern't but it makes me happy)! me and raquel are coolness. good weekend. Me and manzil are super sweet. :) me and everyone are cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awesome. my room is changed around and I have some amazing pictures of me now. (ones raquel took/i took wit raquel and innapproprate ones I took and some I took for someone which are pretty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O N E W I T H T H I S :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7457509180211677336?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7457509180211677336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7457509180211677336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7457509180211677336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7457509180211677336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-school-will-start-to-get-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1760891498819920850</id><published>2008-06-02T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:24:42.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PS, i only said that to get into your pants</title><content type='html'>Im going to be perfectly honest right now,&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;super awesome amazing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure I completely rocked the math test that I had last friday that I wasn't there for.&lt;br /&gt;I am also pretty sure that no one hate's me (...?) and if they do, then they need to learn how to hate people because I haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new lip rings&lt;br /&gt;with plastic backs&lt;br /&gt;the metal is bugging out my teeth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a science test&lt;br /&gt;I am boned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fu&lt;i&gt;c&lt;/b&gt;k&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;h&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;t&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I'm done. I wanna write something cool. so,&lt;br /&gt;TTYL BITCHES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1760891498819920850?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1760891498819920850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1760891498819920850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1760891498819920850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1760891498819920850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/ps-i-only-said-that-to-get-into-your.html' title='&lt;i&gt;PS, i only said that to get &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;into your pants&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2768696376494284952</id><published>2008-06-01T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:53.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Pride</title><content type='html'>So, today was Tri Pride at the park. Raquel slept over and we wanted to go to it. I ended up seeing AWESOME PEOPLE! like, we met up with Marie-Lousise (SP?) and Chalaine. (L) and I saw Carla, Jess, Candice, Jimmy, Kayla, Ryan and Ryan. and I also got to see Manzil! I got to meet her finally. awesomeness :) on the downside, I think I am burnt by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLg2ZS5bI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1HmPQTacTrU/s1600-h/xoxox+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207229359388288434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLg2ZS5bI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1HmPQTacTrU/s320/xoxox+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLiM025yI/AAAAAAAAANA/PO4mvqwoLWY/s1600-h/xoxox+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207229382589343522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLiM025yI/AAAAAAAAANA/PO4mvqwoLWY/s320/xoxox+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLi4na61I/AAAAAAAAANI/khFjfvsYZCM/s1600-h/xoxox+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207229394344143698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLi4na61I/AAAAAAAAANI/khFjfvsYZCM/s320/xoxox+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLjWdtAiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8Qune-jZA0k/s1600-h/xoxox+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207229402356449826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLjWdtAiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8Qune-jZA0k/s320/xoxox+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLkTsF6-I/AAAAAAAAANY/kpYzC5E08xU/s1600-h/xoxox+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207229418791365602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLkTsF6-I/AAAAAAAAANY/kpYzC5E08xU/s320/xoxox+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2768696376494284952?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2768696376494284952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2768696376494284952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2768696376494284952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2768696376494284952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-pride.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Gay Pride&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEPLg2ZS5bI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1HmPQTacTrU/s72-c/xoxox+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6980409114096340247</id><published>2008-06-01T11:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:53.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raquel and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE9Lqi1vI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZZy8kUx7wHE/s1600-h/babes+xo+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206940674576013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE9Lqi1vI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZZy8kUx7wHE/s320/babes+xo+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE9l05bkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-s40g1kmCgc/s1600-h/heyheyxoox+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206940681598758466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE9l05bkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-s40g1kmCgc/s320/heyheyxoox+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE-KdA5LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vXNPt5gyLJs/s1600-h/heyheyxoox+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206940691430696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE-KdA5LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vXNPt5gyLJs/s320/heyheyxoox+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE-l3YqRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7mLd8msi-M0/s1600-h/heyheyxoox+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206940698789062930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE-l3YqRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7mLd8msi-M0/s320/heyheyxoox+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE-5TB62I/AAAAAAAAAMw/dSQr6lDHnuM/s1600-h/heyheyxoox+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206940704005286754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE-5TB62I/AAAAAAAAAMw/dSQr6lDHnuM/s320/heyheyxoox+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6980409114096340247?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6980409114096340247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6980409114096340247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6980409114096340247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6980409114096340247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/06/raquel-and-i.html' title='Raquel and I'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SELE9Lqi1vI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZZy8kUx7wHE/s72-c/babes+xo+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7995366408665623758</id><published>2008-05-31T01:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:53.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>because,  i'm an idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I looked through my posts this month. and I noticed that i didnt post wedding pictures. jeeze, i am dim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it is now 1:30 and I should sleep so I will wake up tomorrow, i will just post my FAVOTIRE picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206408451368216418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEDg5ttk52I/AAAAAAAAAMI/e6oObkZ20Ng/s320/after+parteh+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7995366408665623758?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7995366408665623758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7995366408665623758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7995366408665623758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7995366408665623758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-im-idiot.html' title='because, &lt;i&gt; i&apos;m an &lt;b&gt;idiot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SEDg5ttk52I/AAAAAAAAAMI/e6oObkZ20Ng/s72-c/after+parteh+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2868587074871074335</id><published>2008-05-31T00:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:00:01.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am clearly bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my layout. I think it looks more interesting now at least. :)&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna write but I just feel like writing some poetry now and I don't like being random in poems and right now, I am feeling pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;damnit :)&lt;br /&gt;I am getting sleepy and sore though. fuckkkk!&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish it wasnt one am.&lt;br /&gt;then again... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2868587074871074335?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2868587074871074335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2868587074871074335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2868587074871074335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2868587074871074335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-clearly-bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2753235205145742428</id><published>2008-05-31T00:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:30:57.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pretty pathetic attempt at a poem. i was just inspired to write by poems someone sent me. they are hardcore amazing, like she is. anyways, read and enjoy the shit that is my poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant say youre beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;cause that is just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;i cant say i love you,&lt;br /&gt;and look you in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;i get so much pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;out of your delicious pain.&lt;br /&gt;and why you are with me,&lt;br /&gt;when theres nothing you will gain.&lt;br /&gt;we are using eachother,&lt;br /&gt;i guess its a shame.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;just know we're the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2753235205145742428?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2753235205145742428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2753235205145742428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2753235205145742428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2753235205145742428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-pathetic-attempt-at-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7891844369132991610</id><published>2008-05-30T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:48:47.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, weekend is kind of working nicely so far. :) my mom suddenly wants to work on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. so she is throwing out shit she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; want, painting, blah blah. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think she will actually do anything because of her bummed ankle and hand (yes, still basically useless) and she may be hung over tomorrow. But, Raquel isn't really able to sleep here if my mom is doing it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;, pooh. But, we are still hanging out. most likely swimming :)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I hung out with Jess T. or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; as my parents call her (Brock's Jess). I am proud that I bussed and taxied. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; why I am proud but I am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; how I roll :)&lt;br /&gt;so, I think I am going to finish writing some short story I started the other day. will be posted soon. 3way! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lmfao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xxooxxooxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7891844369132991610?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7891844369132991610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7891844369132991610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7891844369132991610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7891844369132991610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-weekend-is-kind-of-working-nicely-so.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2880330020224058037</id><published>2008-05-26T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:54.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun times (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMg7Ds0NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e1VfBTPVYEM/s1600-h/dress+up+day+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204837922849476818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMg7Ds0NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e1VfBTPVYEM/s320/dress+up+day+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and natalie. she slept at grannies and we dressed up like the cool kids. hahahaha, next time she sleeps over, we are gonna do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMhbDs0OI/AAAAAAAAALA/Vq8wVMhFbiY/s1600-h/0524081555a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204837931439411426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMhbDs0OI/AAAAAAAAALA/Vq8wVMhFbiY/s320/0524081555a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raquel, giving me a flower at the park. (L) I lost it... stupid me! :(&lt;br /&gt;i loves her though. she's so awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMhbDs0PI/AAAAAAAAALI/9EXs7F0nxP0/s1600-h/0524081828b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204837931439411442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMhbDs0PI/AAAAAAAAALI/9EXs7F0nxP0/s320/0524081828b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The swings. fun shitttt :) we made a lot of videos. cause, that is how we roll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMh7Ds0QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N6KbuJyyO6E/s1600-h/random+ness+ish+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204837940029346050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMh7Ds0QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N6KbuJyyO6E/s320/random+ness+ish+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me hanging with cousins. Jimmy (and Danny and Troy) were playing wii. I tried. and sucked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMibDs0RI/AAAAAAAAALY/y5iB9gPIVhI/s1600-h/dress+up+day+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204837948619280658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMibDs0RI/AAAAAAAAALY/y5iB9gPIVhI/s320/dress+up+day+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another one of me and natalie. we are coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2880330020224058037?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2880330020224058037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2880330020224058037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2880330020224058037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2880330020224058037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-times-l.html' title='&lt;i&gt;fun times&lt;/i&gt; (L)'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SDtMg7Ds0NI/AAAAAAAAAK4/e1VfBTPVYEM/s72-c/dress+up+day+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1986741250531810170</id><published>2008-05-25T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:33:27.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now, despite the bug bite on my arm, and the lack of showeredness, this has been an awesome weekend. I am supposed to hang with Keegan today but I still don't know where we are meeting. I might just, show up at his work at 3, and be like "You suck!" but, that may just be creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from shopping. me and dad went to conestoga mall. he bought me love from Green Earth. Love in the form of new lip studs. I am currently wearing one. it feels SOOOOOO WEIRDDDD! I can completely put my lips together. I havent done that in a month! woot!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before that, I was with Raquel. I quite possible had the best time in like, forever. I don't know how it was so great exactally but it was. I slept over at her house last night. We went to the mall with Becca. She's pretty awesome, I have to admit. we went to Waterloo park after the mall, and then a bbq. we ate SO much junk. Now, I'm fatter.&lt;br /&gt;when Me and Raquel got to her house, we kind of hung out then got some more junk foods, and energy drinks. She also made us some delicious ice caps. yum (L). We watched a movie called the glass house. it was pretty cool. :) I am happy I got to see her this weekend. lot's of missing the last week! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been cool if I saw Chalaine but she ended up going to Toronto. On the bright side, she may be getting me a button! :D which means I will see her soon too! because, I have to go get my button. soooooo, maybe hangouts this week!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I went to the KPL for an interview. I am volunteering there soon. During the summer and maybe sooner. I'm pretty excited. I may also get a job but that requires me to make a resume. on that note, I FINALLY applied for my birth certificate! that means I will be going for my G1 soon! f u c k ! :)&lt;br /&gt;so, friday night, I mostly just talked on the phone with Raquel. I really missed her! gah.&lt;br /&gt;next time, I am gonna be cooler. I am not gonna say how, but I will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being forced to clean now. outt! (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1986741250531810170?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1986741250531810170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1986741250531810170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1986741250531810170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1986741250531810170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-now-despite-bug-bite-on-my-arm.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1979300701009816235</id><published>2008-05-22T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:15:12.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>I am defenitly not going to Anime North. Jess and I are still fighting. and apperently, we aren't friends anymore. So, I wasted $110. On the bright side, I wont have a shitty time this weekend. I am going to an interview on Saturday! woot! :)&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I am probablly gonna work on homework. Not something to brag about but it gotta be done. I have the sudden urge and energy to do well in school. :D yay me!&lt;br /&gt;I got a prett good mark on my science test (considering how much I actually knew) and I got an A on an assignment. I did shitty on my math test. I am gonna work harder in class :D&lt;br /&gt;I had a shitty sleep last night. 1:30ish until 5:40 this morning. Because of a dumb history project. half the people in the group thing didn't even have it done. But, I did. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;less then a month until exams! summer soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to spend some time with my friends I don't get too see a lot. Like, Jess. I haven't hung out with her in like, a few weeks. And brock. That would be cool! I dont think he has even seen me since my lip piercing. ahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for other shit to do this weekend. Maybe hangouts with Chalaine or Raquel or Jess :) I gotta talk to them though. excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1979300701009816235?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1979300701009816235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1979300701009816235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1979300701009816235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1979300701009816235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-83459467872620517</id><published>2008-05-20T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:14:44.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime North?</title><content type='html'>My parents know that I've been pretty down lately. It's mostly because of the fighting with Jess. And they know that. So, they have been asking me or telling me not to go to Anime North. I don't know what to do exactally. I will probablly go because that is a BIG waste of money, everything is already planned and I made the costume. But, they know I will not hace too much fun. I will be around people I don't know and someone I have been fighting with for a least a week.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we'll see. I am going to go bathe or something. ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-83459467872620517?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/83459467872620517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=83459467872620517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/83459467872620517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/83459467872620517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/anime-north.html' title='Anime North?'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-2234264223429018254</id><published>2008-05-12T22:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:11:28.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GO GO GO GO GO</title><content type='html'>Today was good. I am pretty sure I had something good to talk about but I am drawing a blank...&lt;br /&gt;I really need to paint my nails. I hate when they have no colours on them. Yay for colours!!&lt;br /&gt;I am way stressed out this week. I am handling it pretty okay though I think because I haven't yelled at anyone. In fact, I am pretty calm considering all the shit that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIME NORTH COUNT: 10ish.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta work on the costume. I am kind of like, really wanting too right now. I need some chiney red though. A lot of it. I have a shirt I could rip up but I don't know how much material we can get out of it. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. Slightly....exciting I guess. Although I get stressed, I kind of think I like the randomness and drama that I have because it keeps me thinking and "entertained". I just gotta learn how to deal with stress better I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foods! ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-2234264223429018254?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/2234264223429018254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=2234264223429018254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2234264223429018254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/2234264223429018254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-go-go-go-go-go.html' title='GO GO GO &lt;i&gt;GO GO GO&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-3389565768792633790</id><published>2008-05-11T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:55:27.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mothers day was different.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10 and played perv games.&lt;br /&gt;went to Grannies from 12 until 2ish.&lt;br /&gt;mom slept in until 3.&lt;br /&gt;we hung out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;talked, swimming, everything.&lt;br /&gt;it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't given her her gift.&lt;br /&gt;it is really lame and cheesey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-3389565768792633790?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/3389565768792633790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=3389565768792633790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3389565768792633790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/3389565768792633790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-was-different.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7183030878233310315</id><published>2008-05-10T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:07:59.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, today is love.&lt;br /&gt;I asked out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raqueel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a awkward thing.&lt;br /&gt;but I am happy it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not kissing her goodbye or at all.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait like, a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;better planing next time Amy..&lt;br /&gt;maybe I can come see her during the week!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;happiness is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SWEEEEEET&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7183030878233310315?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7183030878233310315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7183030878233310315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7183030878233310315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7183030878233310315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-today-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1188666190521706144</id><published>2008-05-10T18:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:41:35.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell is wrong with people?&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even be friends with someone without getting ripped apart.&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of being friendly.&lt;br /&gt;whats the point in anything?&lt;br /&gt;fuckkkkkk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1188666190521706144?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1188666190521706144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1188666190521706144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1188666190521706144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1188666190521706144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-hell-is-wrong-with-people-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-731574435838761641</id><published>2008-05-10T11:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:04:57.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mama's day</title><content type='html'>Jess has forced me into an update.&lt;br /&gt;all I can think of saying is I WANNA GO SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;but, no one would go.&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; broke.&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of peoples are busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE: Jess and Brock and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kaitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and Jess and most likely everyone else in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go with my dad. I gotta buy a mothers day present and he will buy it for me so, this is good.&lt;br /&gt;now, to pick a mall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-731574435838761641?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/731574435838761641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=731574435838761641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/731574435838761641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/731574435838761641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/jess-has-forced-me-into-update.html' title='mama&apos;s day'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7382589965842790218</id><published>2008-05-07T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:57:55.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was coolness. Natalie and Stephen hangouts. Pictures (L)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197814337354257090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SCJYmcJu0sI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ocJMiRVmrJA/s320/nice+and+love+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SCJYm8Ju0tI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zh6OuVhLW5Y/s1600-h/nice+and+love+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197814345944191698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SCJYm8Ju0tI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zh6OuVhLW5Y/s320/nice+and+love+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7382589965842790218?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7382589965842790218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7382589965842790218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7382589965842790218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7382589965842790218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-coolness.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SCJYmcJu0sI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ocJMiRVmrJA/s72-c/nice+and+love+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-8065324345983128420</id><published>2008-05-07T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T07:24:34.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be</title><content type='html'>goodness today. from beginning to end.&lt;br /&gt;first, work up early and got to shower, makeup AND eat.&lt;br /&gt;this lead to a good hair + such day.&lt;br /&gt;then school went good. printed off history,&lt;br /&gt;though it was slightly screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stapleton&lt;/span&gt; accepted it and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;Gym was me in pain therefore able to to miss football.&lt;br /&gt;this is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;lunch was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;timmies&lt;/span&gt; and such. yummy and awkward.&lt;br /&gt;but, I live for the awkward.&lt;br /&gt;science and math were quick.&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rhianon&lt;/span&gt; had a fun little note game going on in science&lt;br /&gt;and I got to talk with the tall Jessica. :D&lt;br /&gt;after school, I hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love her (L)&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finally got to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stephen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;stayed out a bit late but super fun-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; shy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be good too!&lt;br /&gt;(I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-8065324345983128420?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/8065324345983128420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=8065324345983128420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8065324345983128420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/8065324345983128420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-it-be.html' title='let it be'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1499513116259488961</id><published>2008-05-06T06:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T06:43:20.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everywhere she goes</title><content type='html'>I am pretty happy this morning.&lt;br /&gt;until I remembered I had football.&lt;br /&gt;now I kind of am wishing for death,&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is basically done!&lt;br /&gt;I have a part of it at school.&lt;br /&gt;like, i put everything into the magazine:&lt;br /&gt;international events article,&lt;br /&gt;opinion piece,&lt;br /&gt;propaganda z5&lt;br /&gt;and the movie review.&lt;br /&gt;but, the biography is at school.&lt;br /&gt;so is SOME of the work cited shit.&lt;br /&gt;I have to MAJORLY cut down the bio though.&lt;br /&gt;750 words will not fit into the mag.&lt;br /&gt;300 is my goal. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;but my lip didn't!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to a&lt;br /&gt;non-painful lip!!&lt;br /&gt;and a hungry tummy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work on that soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really, really not looking forward to school.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid school!&lt;br /&gt;It is getting in the way of my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is pretty much clear as far as afterschool goes.&lt;br /&gt;thursday I am busy,&lt;br /&gt;this weekend I am busy,&lt;br /&gt;and I believe I am free other then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for school now (L)&lt;br /&gt;moms up + giving me lunch munnies.&lt;br /&gt;maybe today will be a success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1499513116259488961?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1499513116259488961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1499513116259488961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1499513116259488961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1499513116259488961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/everywhere-she-goes.html' title='&lt;i&gt;everywhere&lt;/i&gt; she goes'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6814386542914917391</id><published>2008-05-05T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:09:01.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking amazing, super awesome, delicious and crazy, sex in a can energy drink is on sale! 2 for 4.44 (+tax). 1 is usually like, 3 bucks (+ tax) so you can imagine my excitement!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I should work on my history I guess. yupie!&lt;br /&gt;gym raped me today. intense-ness x1465437548624453183236254 + 1/2. pain tomorrow. yay. also outside football. SHOOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;Jess had tech, I was gonna hang out with someone but it kind of fell through. theres about a 25% chance it is still happening. maybe? kind of happy i am not seeeing anyone right after school. i might be icky from gym.&lt;br /&gt;Imma lay down. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6814386542914917391?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6814386542914917391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6814386542914917391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6814386542914917391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6814386542914917391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/freaking-amazing-super-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-4484245309000429800</id><published>2008-05-05T06:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:53:26.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it can be so unreliable</title><content type='html'>its morning already. i hear birds but the noises are from my speakers. zen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why mom bought it but it doesn't matter much. the cover is pretty. in the 'pink' kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;lip is def. feeling amazing. I want it to heal faster though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tre&lt;/span&gt; excited for my black light lip rings. and the giant spike from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corrado&lt;/span&gt;. mom almost killed my ass when I showed her it. I think it is safer if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wear it when she is looking.&lt;br /&gt;woke up early this morning to shower. wanna look (and smell) nice today. meeting Stephen and maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;keegan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; after school. good first impressions are...good. history project due tomorrow. i should start that really soon. it's not going to be &lt;i&gt;hard&lt;/i&gt; but i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stapleton&lt;/span&gt; expects more then he said. I will start working on it first period. computers today!&lt;br /&gt;gym is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weight room&lt;/span&gt;. thank god. i hate football. i cant throw. the odd time, i can catch though which is pretty exciting but, not exciting enough. lunch will be a debate on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Timmies&lt;/span&gt;/energy drinks. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I have money but I will find some. because I am super-awesome-fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;science will be something to do with physics. new unit today. test &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pumped *kill me*. and in math, my test was really fucked. 1- and 4-. which is about a 65 averaged. fuck. I gotta bring that up. the 1- is because i can't do the simple math like adding instead of subtracting, and remembering to find the square root. damn it!&lt;br /&gt;my feet are frozen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; god is telling me to go put on some clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blarg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: just spellchecked all my blogs. I suck =___=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-4484245309000429800?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/4484245309000429800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=4484245309000429800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4484245309000429800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/4484245309000429800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-can-be-so-unreliable.html' title='it can be so unreliable'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7362507598357942875</id><published>2008-05-04T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:49:53.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random lines of coke</title><content type='html'>my lip is healing awesomely :D&lt;br /&gt;this makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;whats up? I am thinking of you NAKED.&lt;br /&gt;yup, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;that and science notes.&lt;br /&gt;less fun..&lt;br /&gt;to much fighting this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;energy drinks were fun though!&lt;br /&gt;coffee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt; = orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory&lt;br /&gt;someone has been raping me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I have bruises all over my arms.&lt;br /&gt;is it you?&lt;br /&gt;*GASP!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7362507598357942875?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7362507598357942875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7362507598357942875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7362507598357942875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7362507598357942875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-lines-of-coke.html' title='random lines of coke'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-7555987727047200404</id><published>2008-05-04T11:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:40:19.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bountylanddddd</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty bored of waiting. I think I am hanging out with someone today but nothing is for sure. I have to wait to shower. My mom just washed the floor or something. I have to wait to do my laundry because my mom is doing hers. I have to wait for everything. I am getting impatient with life. Stupid life. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-7555987727047200404?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/7555987727047200404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=7555987727047200404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7555987727047200404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/7555987727047200404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/bountylanddddd.html' title='Bountylanddddd'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-1679527515199734851</id><published>2008-05-03T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:28:28.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Mountin!</title><content type='html'>drag show last night. pretty amazing! then a fight with people. less amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I felt sooooooooo bad for Kaitlyn. her mom sucks.&lt;br /&gt;my lip kind of hurts but I think it is healing awesome. so, yay! my lips are just super dry since tuesday. dumb dentist.&lt;br /&gt;tonight is pizza and Jess. tomorrow is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is I will DEF change outta my smellies before jess gets here.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks until my lip heals&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks until anime north&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks until wedding&lt;br /&gt;1 week until i hang out with Jess Toxic (L)&lt;br /&gt;yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-1679527515199734851?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/1679527515199734851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=1679527515199734851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1679527515199734851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/1679527515199734851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-mountin.html' title='Do Mountin!'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6323841438999843317</id><published>2008-05-01T20:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:50:40.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AN!</title><content type='html'>I got my costume &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; figured out. It looks pretty much AMAZING. :D&lt;br /&gt;(8) fuck me in the back seat, fuck me in the back seat(8)&lt;br /&gt;I did my history today. pretty much completely rocked. Even though it's not done. :) It was pretty much SIMPLE! I did it in one night.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; one day since I've had my ring in my lip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; at me. :D&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; really hurt. however, it is swollen and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;polysporen&lt;/span&gt; tastes bed. s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uper&lt;/span&gt; worth it though. :D&lt;br /&gt;Life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goooooooood&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6323841438999843317?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6323841438999843317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6323841438999843317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6323841438999843317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6323841438999843317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='AN!'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-247067923601220973</id><published>2008-04-30T23:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:50:55.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Lip!</title><content type='html'>So, I got my piercing. My lip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt; has a hole in it. That's right. Dead center, bottom lip. It is the sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uhm&lt;/span&gt;, detention today. It was about five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Finished (and started) my history project due tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-247067923601220973?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/247067923601220973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=247067923601220973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/247067923601220973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/247067923601220973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-lip.html' title='No Lip!'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4358869734436495946.post-6212110592110031277</id><published>2008-04-29T20:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:51:18.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So let me tell you about...the best day ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wowie&lt;/span&gt; wow wow! (Junie B. Jone's)&lt;br /&gt;Lip piercing tomorrow! no one know how excited I am. (L)&lt;br /&gt;finally convinced my mom! + dad! (L)&lt;br /&gt;So, today has been the BEST day ever except for the dentist. :)&lt;br /&gt;although, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indirectly&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. Yes, I have a cavity BUT I also get to apply for my birth certificate which leads to my G1-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am NOW able to get my lip pierced. Tomorrow sometime between 6 and 7!!!! (L) :D&lt;br /&gt;My book was amazing. I got to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keegan&lt;/span&gt; :) and Raquel + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chalaine&lt;/span&gt; and Jess (and I hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; Jess!) AND I decorated my bookmark with Winnie the Pooh :D&lt;br /&gt;lastly, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;timmie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hortons&lt;/span&gt;, a jolt AND I got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AMAZINGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt; sleep. Like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frick&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Best day EVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED! and, my mom JUST gave me chicken wings! and cheese! which means I can stay up later + eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yummies&lt;/span&gt;! wow... FUCK! I am gonna wake up soon, aren't I? *sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Love
 &lt;i&gt;MissAngst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4358869734436495946-6212110592110031277?l=missangst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/feeds/6212110592110031277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4358869734436495946&amp;postID=6212110592110031277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6212110592110031277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4358869734436495946/posts/default/6212110592110031277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missangst.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-let-me-tell-you-about-best-day-ever.html' title='So let me tell you about...&lt;i&gt;the best day ever&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>MissAngstGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02755541535396204563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fqnDWwiqhm8/SH4rIFble-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/44NyGc_m8U0/S220/hairnewness+030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
