<?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-3585452</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:05:45.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Crayons!</title><subtitle type='html'>So love is bigger, bigger than us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-79781452</id><published>2002-08-03T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T15:48:41.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was talking to &lt;a href="http://pedrovera.com/"&gt;pedro&lt;/a&gt;, and i left to iron.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just burnt my arm with the iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  have a nice scar now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the skin is seared.  and red.  damn my &lt;a href="http://www.goodcharlotte.com"&gt;good charlotte &lt;/a&gt;shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-79781452?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79781452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79781452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79781452' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-79498937</id><published>2002-07-28T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T00:41:01.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posted something huge the other day, but blogger was stupid as usual, and it vanished.  Now I forget what I said.  Argh.  I wrote for like an hour too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt died.   It's sad, but don't be.  Trust me, she is much better off now.  Don't ask me about it.  I don't want to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.  Today was awesome!  Rachel called me at 12 and asked I wanted to go see "Austin Powers, Goldmember".  Of course I said yes!  That movie is Hoe-Larry-Us &lt;i&gt;(spelling: inside joke to Caroline)&lt;/i&gt;!  I suggest you go see it.  This little boy behind us kept saying, "That shit is phat, yo!"  Rachel and I were laughing so hard at this.  Wish you were there, it was so funny.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my brother was pissed because Rachel is HIS girlfriend and he wanted to take her to dinner and than to see Austion Powers, but she called me first and we went.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went back to my house only to leave again to drive to the "big mall" 30 minutes away.  I had great fun.  Rachel, my parents, and I ate at this little Greek place in the mall.  I got a crepe for dessert.  Yummy.  Than Rach and I departed and were walking around the mall, buying stuff like matching pink shirts in Old Navy, and looking at cool punkish jewelery in Hot Topic.  When it was time to go I ran into FYE and got U2-"War".  What a great album!  I am listening now.  &lt;b&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE &lt;/b&gt; buy and work of U2!  Start with "All That You Can't Leave Behind."  See, U2's older music is more for an "acquired" listener's ear.  I am so odd. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love it.  I love it.  I love it.  I love the song, "40".  Please, download it.  Maybe ask and I will send it to you if I can figure it out.  It's beautiful.  If only you knew what it meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I think something is very wrong with my stomach.  &lt;br /&gt;As always.  I even took my meds.  Damnit!  It hurts so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am done typing on this for this evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-79498937?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79498937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79498937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79498937' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-79358554</id><published>2002-07-24T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T15:19:35.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Wearing-Charleston shirt, purple GAP shorts, purple SpongeBob scrunchie&lt;br /&gt;-Hair-Ponytail&lt;br /&gt;-Listening- &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Parachutes&lt;/u&gt;, "Shiver". (track #2)&lt;br /&gt;-Eating- Nothing.  Stummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;- Reading- Kitchen Confidential&lt;br /&gt;-Watching- &lt;a href="http://www.agali.net/layoutimg/button.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of updating on my part.  Sorry about that.  I went to parties, etc.  Well, &lt;i&gt;hmm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's friend died.  They weren't that close, but I hate to see the life of a youth end.  Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is also in the hospital, and most likely going to pass.  ::Sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, &lt;a href="http://www.tara.eckenrode.com"&gt;happier note&lt;/a&gt;, I am going to a &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/a&gt; concert on August 7th.  Hooray.  It's at the TLA, so most likely I am going to meet Coldplay.  Other than cry, and hug the band, I have no idea what to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?  &lt;a href="mailto:photo1288@aol.com"&gt;Mail me.&lt;/a&gt;  Or &lt;a href="instantmessageto:photo1288"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IM me.  (Can you instert IM hyperlinks?  Hmmm.)  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sings: "And it's you I see, but you don't see me!  And it's you I hear, so loud and so clear.  I sing it loud and clear.  And I'll always be waiting for you. . ."*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-79358554?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79358554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79358554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79358554' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-79172169</id><published>2002-07-19T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T21:20:34.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, simon.  you rock my poptarts, and my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-79172169?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79172169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79172169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79172169' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-79127231</id><published>2002-07-18T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T20:26:56.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PS- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tara.eckenrode.com"&gt;Regi*s E*log rocks my poptarts!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a fansign!  My first ever!  COOL!  Kudos to &lt;a href="http://www.52878.org"&gt;Simon&lt;/a&gt; for telling me how to add the image to my site.  I am horrible with HTML, but Simon sure helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="caelysign.gif" width="750" height="525"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-79127231?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79127231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79127231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79127231' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-79124632</id><published>2002-07-18T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T20:24:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.micronpc.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Wearing-Yellow T-Shirt, navy blue jersey shorts, yellow scrunchie&lt;br /&gt;-Hair- Ponytail&lt;br /&gt;-Listening- &lt;a href="http://www.youtwo.net"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Achtung Baby!&lt;/u&gt;, "One". (track #3)&lt;br /&gt;-Eating- Mango water ice from Rita's.&lt;br /&gt;-Reading- Kitchen Confidential&lt;br /&gt;-Watching- &lt;a href="mailto:photo1288@aol.com"&gt;My E-mail &lt;/a&gt;box get fuller and fuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello folks.  WHAT?!  I AM UPDATING?!  NO WAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.DorneyPark.com"&gt;Dorney Park &lt;/a&gt;yesterday.  Happy, happy, joy, joy.  It wasn't all that bad, actually.  I woke up an hour late because I set my alarm for seven p.m. instead of seven a.m., but nevertheless my Dad woke me up at eight.  So I hoped in the shower and ran around in order to pick up Vickie and get to the art studio.  I put on my new &lt;a href="http://www.goodcharlotte.com"&gt;Good Charlotte&lt;/a&gt; shirt, so when I got to the studio there was &lt;b&gt;NO WAY &lt;/b&gt;I was going to paint.  Pas de problem, however.  I just decided I would draw a sketch of &lt;a href="http://www.u2ingodscountry.com/home.html"&gt;Adam Clayton &lt;/a&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt;.  The picture that I wanted was stuck on &lt;a href="http://www.micronpc.com"&gt;my computer &lt;/a&gt;at home, however.  So, I willl take that picture of &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; next week.  Instead I started to &lt;a href="http://members2.boardhost.com/johnlydon/"&gt;Johnny Rotten&lt;/a&gt;, from the &lt;a href="http://www.sex-pistols.co.uk/"&gt;Sex-Pistols&lt;/a&gt;.  His eyes are really buggy in the picture, but he is still really cute!  I am one of the only people who finds him attractive in the least.  Johnny isn't Larry Mullen Jr. (drummer for U2) hot, but cute.  Anyway, after I was finished at the studio my family and I were off to Dorney Park.  Rachel, my brother's girlfriend, went with my mom and dad and I in my dad's car.  Colin, and his friend Ryan (aka Carry) went in my brothers blazer.  Of course when we go to the park we had to park a zillion miles away in the "I" section of the parking lot.  I said the I stood for "I Will Follow", a U2 song.  So, here is my overpacked family walking with two huge bags across the sweltering lot with bathing suits under our clothes.  After what seemed to take about three hours following behind Carrey in between rows of cars, I saw the entrance.  Thank Bono! So, basically for the first thirty minutes it was all about walking around in the heat, trying to find our lockers and such.  Alas, when we got over to the water park, Colin, Rachel, and Carrey of course left me with my parents.  Because I ride, NOTHING, my Mom sat on a bench and my Dad and I went into the "Water Island" place shot little kids and fat men with water guns.  Haha.  (Please, do not send me complaints.  I will say what I want to.)  I was just wanting to leave when I saw Rachel!  Woo!  She got really sick and blacked out in line for some crazy water slide ;-(.  So, everybody decided we would walk the mile back to the "dry" part of the park.  First, Rachel, me, and my mom had to face the adventure of trying to shower in the Dorney Park changing room.  Yeah, us and about five hundred other women.  I am not even going to go there.  In the end everyone was clean and groomed.  Colin, Ryan and Rachel got on the Talon.  It looked crazy!  My stomach can't take that whole upside-down thing!  After that they ran to "Hang Time".  You sit down and flip around and around.  My Mom was hiding behind my Dad and saying, &lt;br /&gt;"My baby!  My baby is there!  Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"  &lt;br /&gt;I was like, "&lt;b&gt;MOM!  &lt;/b&gt;I AM THE BABY!  HE IS OLDER THAN ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to then get to the "Red Garter" to grab a bite to eat.  Everybody wanted grilled chesse, because they had no other food to eat, really.  The waitress said they were out of it.  OUT OF GRILLED CHEESE?  How can that happen?!  She came ack a minute later and said they now had bread so they could make it.  Let's just say that waitress is lucky she found some bread or I would've got all Jackie Chan on her in a hungry outrage!  The food sucked, and was served on paper plates.  Oh, if only Tony Bourdaine was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin, Rach, and Ryan left again.  My parents and I watched a show, ated Dippin' Dots and got on a train that takes a five minute journey through the little Dorney Park woods.  That was fun. . . &lt;i&gt;yeah&lt;/i&gt;.  It's rated a "2" on the thrill ride thing.  &lt;b&gt;I'm a baby!  &lt;/b&gt;  Afterwards, it was dark.  &lt;i&gt;And still hot.&lt;/i&gt;  I walked over to this place to get an airbrush shirt made, that said, "Take me to The Edge" or "Bono is my god", but you have to pick out one of the templates they already had.  So it was all teddy bears and stuff, when all I wanted was letters.  Bullsheet!  I went over to "The Wood Shop" and asked the dude if he could make me a cut-out that said, "U2".  He did, it's pretty cool.  I got it in that red shiny stuff (red, as it is the colour of the Elevation tour, by U2).  This idiot put it on a keychain!  Damn him!  So, now I gotta unscrew the hook before I can glue magnets to the back so it sticks in my locker.  My Mom and I were stanind there waiting for the guy to get done and he said to the girls who work next to him at the "Hair Wraps" place that he was done with the race of women and he was going to join the priesthood.  My Mom chimes in, &lt;b&gt;"So, you like little boys?" &lt;/b&gt;(Don't bother sending my your rants.  I am Catholic, and it was a joke).  At this point I took my U2 cut-out and ran over to watch Colin, Ryan, and Rachel on the Dominator.  They were on the opposite side of the ride, so I ran through the park, in my flip-flops, knocked a guy with a Mowhawk over, and almost broke my U2 cut-out just to see them shoot to the top of the ride (I think it's 170 feet) and drop down.  Scarry stuff.  After this, Rachel told me that my U2 soon-to-be-magnet looked like "U" sqaured, so I went back and had the guy make me a keychain (because I really wanted a keychain this time) that reads, "BONO" in black block letters.  I love it.  I got black because Bono always wears black leather.  I found a neckalce that says, "Adam" and I asked my Mom for it, but she is like, "People don't know that is stand for the Adam in U2, they'll think that's you boyfriend or something!"  We pretty much left after this.  There is a bunch of stuff that happened, but I will not bore you anymore with it.  So, yeah.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have images I must put up on here, but I can't.  Must call &lt;a href="http://www.greentheory.org"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.52878.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my spelling and &lt;s&gt;grammar&lt;/s&gt;, grammer, &lt;s&gt;grammer&lt;/s&gt;, grammar errors, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it is 8:06 and I am home alone, screaming the lyrics to "One" by U2 at the top of my lungs, and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sings "Is it getten' better?  Or do you feel the same?  Will it make it easier on you, now?  You got someone to blame.  You say, one love, one life, when it's one need, in the night.  One love, we get to share it.  It leaves you baby, if you don't care for it!  Did I disappoint you?  Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?  You act like you never had love, and you want ME to go without?  Well, it's too late, tonight to drag the past out into the light.. . "*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-79124632?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79124632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79124632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79124632' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-79070342</id><published>2002-07-17T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T13:01:36.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greentheory.org"&gt;SARAH IS THE COOLEST EVER SARAH IS THE COOLEST EVER SARAH IS THE COOLEST EVER.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hooking me up, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, no time to update today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Dorney Park . . . oh, fun.  I hate rides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-79070342?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79070342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/79070342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79070342' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78978918</id><published>2002-07-15T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T12:49:50.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/Verdana&gt;&lt; Verdanaface="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://16crayons.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;16 Crayons!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/Verdana&gt;&lt;Verdana id="navtext" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me trying to learn HTML.  I will post more later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78978918?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78978918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78978918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78978918' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78960661</id><published>2002-07-15T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T00:57:24.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Wearing&gt; White and pink shirt that says, "Gizmo"/flares/15 jelly bracelets/CRAZY flip-flops/pink srunchie/SpongeBob necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Hair&gt;  Ponytail.  BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Listening&gt; U2¤Boy¤"I Will Follow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Watching&gt; Weezergeek say funny things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Feeling&gt;  Nervous/Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Eating&gt;  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From NOW on, I will always have ^that^ at the top of my posts.  &lt;b&gt;I hope?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say.  Let me compact it all.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up very late.  I hate waking up and feeling as though half the day is gone, because it is afterall.  Don't get me wrong, I hate waking up early if I must.  When I went to camp, MANY moons ago (it was a horrid experience.  I am not "rural" at all.  I am a Philly kid. . . ) I got up at 5:45 a.m. at the latest to swim in freezing water.  That felt horrible, but yet good.  Where is my point?  Oh, yeah.  That was the earliest I ever got up in the summer for a long period of time, I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bird walk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up late.  After I got all ready and everything I went out to this Italian place with my parents.  What fun!  Not the parents, but what happened to me.  I was eating salad, and I think I almost died.  *SHOCK*  Not really, but I was chewing, chewing, chewing, and I swallowed this huemengo piece of salad that I didn't even know was in my mouth.  It hurt like hell!  For over an hour I could feel this lettuce being worked down my throat into my tummy.  Ouchie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THAT WAS SO EXICTING!  I KNOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tramatic salad experice I went to Borders!  I love Borders!  I bought: a) MAXIUM U2 b) U2¤Boy c) A bookmark that clips on to the page.  (See below) d) A metal CD case (See below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the bookmark:  It is the &lt;a href="http://deluxebookmarks.com/"&gt;bestest bookmark in the entire world&lt;/a&gt;.  It is clear in the background, and is the cut-out of a little girl on her tippy-toes.  That site should have a pic of "Lily" up soon.  I didn't name her Lily, but the product designers did.  I treat this bookmarker like it is my child!  It's so cute.  Aww, I love it.  I am currently reading, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/158234082X/inktomi-bkasin-20/002-4586846-9724014"&gt;Kitchen Confidential&lt;/a&gt;".  It is so good!  &lt;s&gt;Don't read it if you are very easily grossed out though!&lt;/s&gt; It is by Tony Bourdain, as seen on "Cooks Tour" on FoodTV.  What a stellar book!  Read it TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the metal CD case:  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love U2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  You probably know this, if you know me.  As it is, quite apparent with me.  I won't write you a novel here, as I easily could with my love of U2, but it isn't the point.  The point is I broke a U2 CD!  One of my favorites, "October".  It was their second release.  It came out in 1981 (seven years before I was born) and I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; it.  It was in the front slot of my portable CD case, the case (made of a soft-squishy material, mind you) was on my lap.  The U2 CDs I cherish most, and keep a hand on at all time when they are with me, were placed in chronologicial order (I AM CRAZY NEAT) in the case.  Well, here I am jammin' to some U2 sitting on a warm sunny bench in the center of Philadelphia and I stand up and the CD case falls to my feet.  I feel like my heart has just fallen as well.  I look inside and October has a royal crack in it.  MY U2 CD IS BROKE!  It's crazy!  I treat my U2 CDs like little children.  These U2 CDs of mine recieve better treatment than a lot of children in the world, as a matter of fact.  ::Sigh::  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I bird walk, again.  I ended up buying the metal case for my CDs tonight so that there can be no more broken U2 material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dan.  I MISS DAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep a secret and give me advive?  &lt;a href="mailto:photo1288@aol.com"&gt;E-mail me!  Quick!&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78960661?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78960661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78960661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78960661' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78942187</id><published>2002-07-14T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T15:12:19.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pixicore.org/cutie" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;IMG SRC="bubblesred.gif" width="21" height="37" alt="cutie factory" border=0&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me trying to learn HTML for free.  I don't think it will work.  Person that may get mad, please do not get made at me.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78942187?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78942187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78942187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78942187' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78941496</id><published>2002-07-14T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T14:48:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://liquid2k.com/frazzled/index2.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://liquid2k.com/frazzled/index2.html"&gt; You need to click here&lt;a href="http://16crayons.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  You need to click HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://16crayons.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAID, CLICK &lt;a href="http://liquid2k.com/frazzled/index2.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have clicked the above, than we should be on goood terms.  I HATE MY SITE!  I HATE IT!  I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT COOL, SO IT SUCKS!  ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Little out bursts are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you clicked that &lt;a href="http://16crayons.blogspot.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; above you will see an awesome, supafly, stellar site!  Um.  So I have much to say.  BUT.  I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later . . .   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78941496?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78941496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78941496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78941496' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78903221</id><published>2002-07-13T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T10:28:30.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried posting on Diaryland.com, but it worked like crap.  So I am back to this.  I even had a custom template :-(.  I think I may be going to Jen and James' for a BBQ tonight!  How fun?  Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy happy joy joy joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been threw so much crap in the past two days.  You wouldn't even believe it.  Don't ask me about it either.  I just wanted to let you know?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN CHIPS ARE YUMMY!  SUN CHIPS ARE YUMMY!  I am eating them RIGHT now!  SUN CHIPS ARE YUMMY!  According to the bag, they have a,"GREAT MUTLIGRAIN TASTE!"  They make me want a Pepsi.  All I have is Coke.  Grr.  It's a conspircy, I think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cjcmanagement.net/"&gt;Do you want to be famous?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click the above link.  It's something special for &lt;a href="http://www.greentheory.org"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;.  Or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78903221?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78903221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78903221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78903221' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78670724</id><published>2002-07-07T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T23:34:00.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Holy cow man! Look at this!  (This guy, JuBBr514 went to school with me this year, although he was an upper classman.  He said I was full of life!  Nice!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JuBBr514:  u r like amazing,..the left side of brain(creative side) must be huge..u should b like an artist &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  artist r creative &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  do you like art? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  us people who are full of life think of these things.  lol, jk.  umm, lane, i go art school babe.  guess i left that out all year when i talked to ya.  haha.  what makes u say i am soo full of life anywho? &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  cos,..u r always happy,and funny,and just,think of the coolest things:*dancing*,"quelcome" &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  u always seem to b one of those people who take advantage of life,..and life in to the fullest.. &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  mayb its just me but that is what i think &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  ooo, lol, thank you!  *break dances on table while shouting "Woo hoo!  Look @ me taking advantage of life!"* &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  you are like the coolest person ever man! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  see thats the stuff that makes me smile..lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  thanks for the compliment &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  coolio  &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  That is the coolest thing, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Later the same night-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo1288:  yeshyesh *loves lane more* &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  robiscobes sobis esisnobgobbob esasnobmob!:-( &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  its Lane and lauren and kirsten language when we pass notes &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  Zoom!  C'mon and zoom. &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  That's the language from Zoom.  I know.  Not that I watch Zoom or anything  . . . buaha.   &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  What's that mean? &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  u put an "-ob" in back of all consinants and "-s" in back of all vowels and the first letter of the word goes in the back,..it really isn't hard &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  brb &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  k-esh k-esh &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  Sry, back.  I had to feed my rainbow fish.  it was hard though, because he is a character in a book and all.  &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  I LOVE THAT BOOK! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  omg! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  i love that book &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  it's my favorite book ever!  i AM the rainbow fish.  dont ya see?  about your language . . . to complicated pour moi homme!  okay, so not really, but yeah. &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  i used to read it every night b4 i went to bed when i was little! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  it means, "eric is being mean" &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  oo yeah i know &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  i was working on it lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  have u ever seen "Zenon" &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  u r sooo,..lunarius* &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  and macro* &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  the Zequal?  Or is "Zenon" the princess warrior?  no that's Xena &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  not micro* micro is bad &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  the zequal &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  I'm macro.  Cool.  I always wanted to be called macro.  i think.  &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol.... &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  can i b "Marco" though?  that way when ppl play "Marco Polo" in the pool, I can say, "I AM HERE MAN!" &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol......*so cool dance* &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  *so cool dance* &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  *so so cool dance*   &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  my dance is SO cool i gotta wear a sweater! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  you make the "Marco dance" &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  yeshyesh i am corny but oh-so-fun-nay! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol..omg u r so cool,..i sware &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  MARCO!!  POLO!! RALPH LAUREN!!!  i scare myself. &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  i am?! &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  when did this happen? &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  "oh-so-fun-nay"..lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  o &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  that  &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  how do u think of that stuff? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  um &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  hrrm &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  *so so cre-ate-tive dance &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  first you must go to Target, or as the french say "Targe" than, you must go to the chasier at cash register # 3, buy some gum.....WAIT!  Cre, ate Tive?!  OMG!  When is the viewing? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  hahaha &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  im corny.  sometimes.  not all the time.  but ya know, a lot.  &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  ur not corny,..u r cool! cooler than most people who stay at home and think of nothing! &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  I am!  I know!  Oprah already told me this one time, after book club.  &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  Sea, sea!  Corny! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  can i post your s/n on my website....or should i put a litte * on the #s? &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  sea sea oh-so-fun-nay! &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  u can put it one &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  ocean ocean oh-so-corn-A !  &lt;br /&gt;Photo1288:  lol &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  anyway &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  What's on the down low-flip side man? &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  the sam ething which is on the up top-flop side girl...lol..."oh-so-fun-nay" &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  the sam ething?  damn sam!  i told him to keep that in his bag, but no. &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  LOL &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  omg  &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  i can't breathe..lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;Photo1288:  not - oh - so - fun -nay !  well, what's on the down low - up top - flip side - flop  ?  &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  ?????? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  I askeded you a quck-on Lane. &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  lon?  lon are you home? &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  sry &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  talking to old friends &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  dudesy, tis all swell.  &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  everything is ok &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  Ya know who I am?  I am the female skinny clean version of that fat guy with the blond hair from twister "dusty" or that guy from road rules who has the blond hair and got his hair braided.  yyeah thats me. &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  not - oh - so - fun -nay !  well, what's on the down low - up top - flip side - flop  ?  &lt;br /&gt;Photo1288:  ?????? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  I askeded you a quck-on Lane. &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  lon?  lon are you home? &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  sry &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  talking to old friends &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  dudesy, tis all swell.  &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  everything is ok &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  Ya know who I am?  I am the female skinny clean version of that fat guy with the blond hair from twister "dusty" or that guy from road rules who has the blond hair and got his hair braided.  yyeah thats me. &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  true true &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  y do u hate _____ so much again &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  b/c he is full of dead.  &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  no, jk, um, he was rude. &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  that was it &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  i forgot &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  no room for rude ppl on Earth.  we all die soo soon!  gotta love/live/laugh lane, yep. &lt;br /&gt;JuBBr514:  lol,..ur right &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  yep.  Montel Williams told me that i was right after we had coffee.  JuBBr514:  lol,...i know js &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  js? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  does that mean "just slurping" or "just skipping" or "joe shemansky" ?&lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  yep,...hes my moms sisters boyfriends brothers father of his best friend &lt;br /&gt; JuBBr514:  lol...jer spring &lt;br /&gt;Photo1288: oo that guy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welds a tear in my eye.  Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78670724?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78670724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78670724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78670724' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78631088</id><published>2002-07-06T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T20:08:04.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at this converstaion I had with somebody . . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Leefly**:  hey &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  hello &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  how ya  &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  good u? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  dandy &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  so.. what kind of music do u listen to? &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  u2.  &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  I LOVE U2!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  cool &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  like, omg, i am soo in love with u2 since i was like six &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  u &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  i like pop and hip hop and r&amp;b &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  and my fav group is dreamstreet cause chris is so hot &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  and i love sponge bobs band &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  o um okay.  you like a band b/c sum &lt;b&gt;kid &lt;/b&gt;in it is hot? &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  and they r good singers &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  and yeah &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  yeah...ummm....im sure. &lt;br /&gt;Leefly**:  they r &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  r u going to fight me over this?&lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  i hate pop music.  NO. you cant make peace with violence.  *pop music is the devil* jk lol  &lt;br /&gt; Leefly**:  okay &lt;br /&gt; Photo1288:  but dont you listen to anything more mature.......with a meaning ? &lt;br /&gt;Leefly**: a no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Photo1288, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Today was great.  The end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78631088?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78631088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78631088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78631088' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78560397</id><published>2002-07-04T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-04T16:18:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.  I broke up with Eric.   Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hoooooooooooooooooooooooo.  Sorry I haven't posted for so, so long.  Been busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th?  I must go to a picnic tonight . . . "great"!  Meh.  Sounds like Dan-the-Great is going joint with me on this site.  I hope anyway.  Ummm, click &lt;a href="http://www.simpleplan.com"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; (kudos to Angel) and uh click &lt;a href="http://www.iguanarecords.com/dld/frame.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (kudos to AAJ) and why don't ya click &lt;a href="http://www.thelastyear.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the fun of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must shower, E-mail &lt;a href="http://www.tara.eckenrode.com"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt; . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that reminds me, THANK YOU Tara for E-mailing me!  So sweet you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you "Tara-the-Great" for about half the year, just so ya know, because that is just how stellar you are.  Okay.  Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you, leave.  I miss Fausty.  *Sigh*! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78560397?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78560397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78560397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78560397' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78293337</id><published>2002-06-27T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-27T21:47:09.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.remyzero.com"&gt;"Somebody save me, I don't care how ya do it.  Just save.  Save me."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody at all read this?  I do.  Steve does.  Gizmo does.  Lane did.  Eric did.  Yeah, that sums it up.  I think nobody comes here because I am too lazy to make the blog entertaining in anyway at all.  So.  Let me talk about my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from being cold.  I was cold because I had no blankies, and the AC was high.  Pot does that.  Buahaha.  I said blankies?  Crazy me.  Anyway.  Ummmmm. . . I got up, and ate.  This guy came selling Cutco stuff so he could go to college.  My Mom bought some stuff.  I just wanted that stellar guy to stay s'more.  He traveled all over the world, and was telling me about it.  Sounds like I want to be him!  The guy left.  I stayed home.  Ate again.  Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  All those hours compacted in that little paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post some conversations I have with people on here.  They can be &lt;i&gt;fun-nay&lt;/i&gt;.  I just had one with Steve&lt;a href="http://www.stephen.eckenrode.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . .. more later!  I MUST GO! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78293337?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78293337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78293337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78293337' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78247528</id><published>2002-06-26T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T21:00:41.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S o o o o . . . I feel like, I am the mean one, but I am not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make this entertaining, but it's not going to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like &lt;a href="http://greentheory.org"&gt;this. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to say today?  Nothing.  Well, I posted didn't I?  &lt;b&gt;Rachel &lt;/b&gt;called me.  She's home from the land of the civil war now.  Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78247528?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78247528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78247528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78247528' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78186206</id><published>2002-06-25T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T14:03:41.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah.  So, um, I talked to &lt;b&gt;Dan&lt;/b&gt; yesterday (he is now home from VA).  Looks like he and I are going to get together this week.  I'm glad, because he lives a good 30 minutes away, I don't get to see him during the summer.  No school.  Oh well.  Maybe we'll go swimming, or is like the Earth on fire or something?  Let me know what you think of this weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for you people who do not "know" me, here is my info. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aim: fadedwhitehats, musiq crayon&lt;br /&gt;aol:  kissyluvsu2, photo1288&lt;br /&gt;e-mail: photo1288@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;favorite water ice: passion fruit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the last one is just in case you need to buy me water ice.  I am currently eating water ice from &lt;a href="http://www.ritasice.com"&gt;Rita's&lt;/a&gt;. . . it IS very scrumlicios.  It's supposed to be strawberry-kiwi, but I think it is just cherry.  Anyway, it is all good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is home.  I just called.  No answer.  What else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go.  Mall time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78186206?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78186206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78186206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78186206' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-78158957</id><published>2002-06-24T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T22:20:49.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour.  Comment vas-tu?  Je suis bien.  I think . . . I have not been posting for a few days because my computer's windows (WinME) was stuck in darn safe mode for a while.  Sucks to be me, and sucks to be my computer.  I abuse Compy.  Compy &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; my computer.  I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; sane, yes, I am. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe it or not!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Well, okay, I am going to post somthing I tried to post days ago when my computer went postal . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissy here.  I'm at &lt;b&gt;Gizmo&lt;/b&gt;'s house right now.  I'm going to go buy lunch for she and I at McDonalds because it's like in her backyard, and, well, she has been my friend since like . . . first grade.  Wow, that's a looong time.  I just counted my money in my purse, an I have twenty-one big ones with me!  I never expected that.  My head hurts like a beotch right now too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I'm gonna go, Gizmo is gonna post . . . here is Gizmo's words . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi i am Gizmo, as you know I am Kissy's Best friend. She is going to McDonalds to get some food. Kissy and I have many screwed up friends. We also had some cool teachers.  We used to make fun of him all the time, but he did it to us too. I really don't know what to write. Writing is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; one of my favorite things to do. I like to cook. I haven't figure what I am going to do this summer but I just got back from Avalon. I was there for a week (I think). I think my family is going there one more time this summer. I like to go there because my uncle has a huge beach house. It is only 2 or 3 blocks from the beach and the blocks only have like 6 house on each side so they are very short. Kissy's not back yet so I guess I have to talk a little longer but I don't have anything else to say. I am &lt;b&gt;soo&lt;/b&gt; exicted that it is summer no more tests, quizzes, or getting up early in the morning for about 3 months. I am listening to MTV and trying to type it is not soo easy. Got to go! Kissy is back see &lt;a href="http://www.U2.com"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; later. . . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Gizmo made that sound like a 5th graders school report, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-78158957?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78158957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/78158957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78158957' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3585452.post-77945893</id><published>2002-06-19T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T15:25:51.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Here it is. I have been reading blogs or whatever you "people" call them for some time now. And, like I said, here it is. My first entry, in my first blog, ever. I am at a loss for words. I should be writing in like an hour because I have so much to do, like "straighten up". That is what my clean-freakish mother told me to do. What the hell does that mean? Straighten up. So, she does mean the house right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just stand up straight, and apply a post-it note to myself stating, "I am straightened up!" Posture is key . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Lane.  Damn Lane Jubb and the boat he takes a ride in.  Whatever that means.  Lane decided to take my wonderful, stellar, sweet, honest and sincere boyfriend, Eric on vacation.  When this was brought to me attention by Eric, I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okay.  I'll miss you, but vacation, a few days.  We'll live."  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was brought to my attention he was going to Florida for ten days!  Okay, then I secretly flipped out.  So, I've waited, and waited my ten days, and Eric is supposed to come home &lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;, but I check my E-mail and he tells me that he can't come home until Thursday!  Oh no!  I won't see him now because I am sleeping at Annie's house tomorrow night.  So, here I am, waiting until Friday, when everything will be back to normal.  Until Dan is home, that is . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3585452-77945893?l=16crayons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/77945893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3585452/posts/default/77945893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://16crayons.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77945893' title=''/><author><name>kissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15237813252280118055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
