<?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-8219630384197450833</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:25:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Whatever Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-410686129176538274</id><published>2010-08-25T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:44:29.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Super Irritated</title><content type='html'>I am so freaking irritated. Here I was innocently watching my movie and my apartment, and my roomates proceed to enter with about a billion and half people and I have a freaking headache and so not only am I missing my movie. But now my headache is even worse so thank you very much. I really appreciate you annoying me and invading my space so thank you roomies you are so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-410686129176538274?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/410686129176538274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=410686129176538274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/410686129176538274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/410686129176538274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-super-irritated.html' title='Super Super Irritated'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-8289247654147845328</id><published>2010-07-12T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:17:48.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing Miserably</title><content type='html'>I fell again for a guy I will never have who is in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;ug barforama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hae to see him tommorrow too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lameface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8289247654147845328?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8289247654147845328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8289247654147845328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8289247654147845328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8289247654147845328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/07/failing-miserably.html' title='Failing Miserably'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2188028044978622775</id><published>2010-07-12T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:15:48.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Fallng Falling Failing</title><content type='html'>d&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;w&lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; l&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; n&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; g&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2188028044978622775?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2188028044978622775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2188028044978622775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2188028044978622775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2188028044978622775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/07/falling-fallng-falling-failing.html' title='Falling Fallng Falling Failing'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-5632864690517911742</id><published>2010-04-14T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:58:04.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Heart</title><content type='html'>I used to think that crying and showing emotions were a sign of weakness. Then I realized that being able to feel, love, and even cry are signs of strength. You have to be strong to feel, and even braver to be able to show your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend has been in the MTC for about 9 hours. It wasn't until I was talking to my mom about how he was supposed to call me before he went, but he never did, and she told me not to be mad at him that I started to cry. I wasn't mad at him, I knew he was super busy. I love him and miss him, and the thought of not being able to see him for two years crushed me, but I realized that yeah it will be hard. However I will be able to write him, and you know we can send pictures and what not. I realized that at least I can say that I can experience emotion, and truly feel. I guess it is a blessing to be able to feel.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him terribly, but life goes on and so must I.&lt;br /&gt;And when he gets back maybe I will share what I am feeling with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-5632864690517911742?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5632864690517911742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=5632864690517911742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5632864690517911742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5632864690517911742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of Heart'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2238554978856243250</id><published>2010-04-11T23:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:25:35.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So today was my best friends farewell…….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah I am going to miss him so much he is my best friend and you know i tell him everything and now i don't have him to talk to or hang out with so needless to say I'm kinda sad about him going cause i will miss him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It doesn’t help that his ex girlfriend who he still has feelings for was there…. yeah ewe right i mean she dumped him then the next day had a new boyfriend who dumped her in like two weeks then she decides to mess around with my friends emotions. it doesn't help that i am in love with my best friend needless to say i cant stand her in the least bit. so he leaves for his mission Wednesday to the same place my dad went… Hawaii….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yeah i know right lucky duck&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yeah and then i got to drive back to school with my parents cause my truck kicked the bucket and for whatever reason i got yelled at a lot today by my parents for what I'm not entirely sure but yeah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; TODAY SUCKED END OF STORY    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2238554978856243250?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2238554978856243250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2238554978856243250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2238554978856243250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2238554978856243250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-1774221621318942236</id><published>2010-04-05T23:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:04:55.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oopsie</title><content type='html'>So terrible blogger that i am i have been catching up on my friends posts then realized its like midnight and i need to go to bed but i wanted to post something before i do go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about what i want from life lately and came up with a couple things i want to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to Write a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to inspire others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to dream and dream big&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to eventually get married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to have a few children (after i get married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to open up and be honest with everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to open up to the world and be more outgoing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn a new language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to Graduate from college (before i get married)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to master guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to sing solo in front of a crowd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;so those are just a few things i want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt; one day if make that when i accomplish one i will let you know but for now I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-1774221621318942236?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1774221621318942236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=1774221621318942236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1774221621318942236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1774221621318942236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/oopsie.html' title='Oopsie'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-7600290323659439699</id><published>2010-03-02T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:37:19.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'> I don’t understand this world sometime it is confusing. I was sooooo excited thinking about summer and the warm weather and sun, the green green grass…..and then i remembered that My Best friend in the entire world is leaving me not like intentionally but he is going on a mission and i am so happy he is going and so proud of him but i have loved this kid forever and so its hard but you know i understand completely. i still will miss him like crazy but i know it is for the best oh well life is soo confusing    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-7600290323659439699?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7600290323659439699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=7600290323659439699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/7600290323659439699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/7600290323659439699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-8021161529072391071</id><published>2010-02-22T20:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:49:03.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Olympian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S4NPybae4HI/AAAAAAAAACI/6ihMzCFyXSk/s1600-h/alg_shaun_white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S4NPybae4HI/AAAAAAAAACI/6ihMzCFyXSk/s320/alg_shaun_white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441280502564577394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun White. That is all that really needs to be said right he rocks. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yeah, he is amazing that is all that really needs to be said and honestly andTheHair I Love It!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8021161529072391071?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8021161529072391071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8021161529072391071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8021161529072391071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8021161529072391071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-olympian.html' title='My Favorite Olympian'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S4NPybae4HI/AAAAAAAAACI/6ihMzCFyXSk/s72-c/alg_shaun_white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-3454366288123632763</id><published>2010-02-16T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:31:41.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Hello everyone how are you all? Great. So It is late and i want to go to bed but alas my roommate hasn’t even started her homework that is due tomorrow. I know it is irritating i love the girl to death but come on do your homework before eleven thirty at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-3454366288123632763?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3454366288123632763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=3454366288123632763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/3454366288123632763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/3454366288123632763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-on.html' title='come on'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2264065576278252902</id><published>2010-02-10T18:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:12:06.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3NZEBvVV9I/AAAAAAAAACA/w6xN5Dw_lEw/s1600-h/svsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3NZEBvVV9I/AAAAAAAAACA/w6xN5Dw_lEw/s320/svsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436787100887635922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a long day. I am exhausted but I haven't done anything that would exhaust me, its just a series of bad things pounding me. Everything seemed to fall apart at once starting last friday, its coming in from every side crushing smashing bouldering and beating. Yet I'm still going its funny I know so many people that at this point would just go off and get wasted or get high to get away from it and then there is me i write. I write everything down and forget about it till years later when i find it hidden in a book, folder, drawer, and boxes. Random pieces of paper, or files saved on my computer. I also edit photos like the one above when I'm frustrated by concentrating on something small I can ignore the bigger things till I'm ready to deal with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2264065576278252902?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2264065576278252902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2264065576278252902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2264065576278252902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2264065576278252902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3NZEBvVV9I/AAAAAAAAACA/w6xN5Dw_lEw/s72-c/svsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-5265555388750687582</id><published>2010-02-09T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:24:35.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>Anything that comes before this post I was a stupid teenager so please ignore them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-5265555388750687582?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5265555388750687582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=5265555388750687582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5265555388750687582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5265555388750687582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2010/02/disclaimer.html' title='Disclaimer'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-4571935929466712981</id><published>2009-09-17T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:39:11.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I sometimes do when I'm in class</title><content type='html'>So normally i'd read the news or facebook when i'm boredededededed but i decided to blog today. We are talking to the Constitution and the amendments. idk i'm just borededededed. Yay we're starting the lecture bu i'm tired and want to go to sleep but i cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-4571935929466712981?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4571935929466712981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=4571935929466712981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/4571935929466712981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/4571935929466712981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-sometimes-do-when-im-in-class.html' title='What I sometimes do when I&apos;m in class'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-8637296887721877502</id><published>2009-09-04T00:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:45:46.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Essay A Few Of My Classics</title><content type='html'>Ok, so college life is going great i just finished my first draft of my english essay so i'm going to post it. so here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Few Of My Classics&lt;br /&gt;Music is such a big part of my life as a musician, and a singer, there are very few places I go without my iPod. Every song has its meaning or story, every melody tells a story full of emotions, and heart. Some songs have deeper meanings than others as I listened to **** ***** songs I was delighted in the range of music he had on his CD, it was a pleasure to listen to each song and thinking about the meanings, and emotions in the songs. Some songs paint vivid pictures without ever really describing a scene. Here are some of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;I love the song “Feeling Good” by Michael Buble because not only does it have a fun beat but its sound is a throwback to the time of gangsters in pinstripe suits, bootlegging for a living. It takes me back and I can vividly see the mob sitting in their both at their club while a jazz singer entertains them. Women wearing flapper dress dancing all around, the smell of illegal liquor engulfs the room. The men are shady and they know it, but not only do they know it they revel in it and have no shame. The air saturated with the sins of all the organized crime members. That is why I love this song it almost gives me an out of body experience. This song just makes you fall into the past, and the lyrics are atypical of what you may expect. Michael Buble’s voice is also amazing and makes this song so real. His voice is smooth reminding me of the great Frank Sinatra, the emotion he puts into this song is amazing, and raw. There is no doubt in my mind that this song will always be applicable to my life, and that is why it is a classic to me.&lt;br /&gt;The song “Good Girls Go Bad” By Cobra Starship Featuring Leighton Meester is a song that no matter what mood I’m makes me happy and gets me moving. When you listen to this song there is no way you can just sit still you have to get up and move. This song is just a fun song to listen to. It also helps that Leighton Meester is one of my favorite Actresses in my favorite Television Series Gossip Girl. Cobra Starship hit this song head on with a techno pop beat that moves the body into rhythm and not to mention the lyrical content is also fun and challenging to both sexes by saying “oh she got a way the boys in the place treat ‘em like they don’t stand a chance,” and continuing, “He’s got a way with the girls in the back actin like they too hot to dance.” One can see the story unfolding in your head a typical bad boy in a club spots, a seemingly innocent girl standing in the back seeming shy. She does not know what to do she wants to dance but cannot decide if it is okay. Then she starts dancing and the song picks up and suddenly it is almost like Romeo and Juliet in modern time they do not belong together but they cannot stay apart even if they only dance tonight this once. Because after all “just one night couldn’t be so wrong.” Could it?&lt;br /&gt;“Fly Me To The Moon” by Diana Krall starts as a smooth jazz tune with a piano intro then the drums take the stage and keep the beat while the piano flirts in the background filling the space till it moves forward and takes center stage. The Canadian singer’s voice is velvety as she sings “In other words hold my hand… In other words darling, kiss me.” The song is a jazzy soul soother that just slows the world down and calms your soul within the first few seconds. It is a love song of universal themes singing “Fly me to the moon let me play upon the stars, let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.” One can almost see the smoky room with the stage up front, people sipping their drinks all around, while the lights are low and the song spills forth from Diana’s lips pouring into their soul smoothing the ruffled feathers.&lt;br /&gt;“Beautiful Disaster” by John McLaghlin is a beautiful song about a girl growing up in today’s world and how everything says that you have to look a certain way and act like this so that boys will like you. I think the reason this song means so much to me is because I’ve been that girl I know what it is like to open that magazine and think I’ll never be that pretty, or get my hair to look that perfect. Growing up in today’s world of media telling us who we should be is hard. It’s hard to stand up and be yourself even if it’s not the popular thing to do. I know that trying to get a boys attention can seem like the most important thing in the world, but eventually every girl has to grow up and have that realization that boys are not the most important thing in the world. To realize that if a guy does not like you for you, then he is not worth your time. You have to be comfortable with yourself and love yourself before you can expect someone else to love you.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs is “Alyssa Lies” by Jason Michael Carrol. The song tells a heart wrenching story of a little girl who meets a new friend named Alyssa at school. She proceeds to tell her dad about her friend who lies at school to the teachers and the classroom, the dad at first does not think about it too hard, but asks his daughter about it. He then listens as his daughter tells him about the bruises she tries to hide at school, and lies about them. Determined to do the right thing he goes to school with her on Monday to speak with the teachers. However when he gets to the school he learns that he is too late to save Alyssa, he then has to tell his little girl that Alyssa won’t be in school anymore “Because she doesn’t lie in classroom she doesn’t lie anymore at school. Alyssa lies with Jesus, because there’s nothing anyone would do.” The song is so sad yet so beautiful in its simple melody and haunting lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;As my senior year of high school drew to a close a song on the radio caught my attention and has held it for months. “Old School” By Hedley talks of the old days and how life seems to fly by and suddenly we are grown. No longer are we high school students with parents and teachers ruling our lives, suddenly we are thrust into the world. One of my favorite lines from this song is “Don’t close your eyes or we’ll fade away.” The reason it most likely caught my ear so to speak is because it fit where I’m at in my life right now. It just seemed I entered high school my sophomore year yesterday and suddenly I’m and adult in collage, most teachers don’t care if we show up to class or do our assignments, and it is our money we waste in not attending classes. We have to manage our own money and finances, not to mention shopping and preparing our own food. Gone are the days of our parents making sure we do our homework, go to bed at a decent hour, or even make sure we are eating healthy. Suddenly we are adults, living our lives, making our own rules. It all happens so fast you blink and you miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;“18 Days” By Saving Abel is another of my favorite songs. It is a rock love song that talks about how “It’s been 18 days since I first held you.” This song is more than just the lyrics part of why I love it is because of the electric guitar and the powerful chord progressions with a couple of acoustic chords thrown into the softer parts. This song is simple in its beauty, but it has the ability to capture my heart and weave my soul into the music riding the flow of emotions up and down the melody. It also has a darker side where it realizes that it has to change, knowing that if it doesn’t then “no one will” It shows that you sometimes have to fight for what is most important to you. Nothing worth getting comes easily you have to work, and strive for perfection in whatever you pursue.&lt;br /&gt;“Thankful” by Josh Groban is a soft ballad with a big message. In today’s world there is so much selfishness, we forget about others in our busy lives. We forget how blessed we are to live in a free country, where the fact that I’m a girl does not limit me in the job field. To be alive and able to move without assistance and to have a family that loves and supports us. To know that we have friends that care about us, and worry about us when we are down, and not so confident, I forget how lucky I am to have the family I do, and that they are all alive and well. I am so lucky to have an older brother and sister who love me, and would fight for me in anything, who protect me when I need to be protected. To have parents who are still married to each other, who support me in every endeavor, and believe in me even when I sometimes lose sight of how amazing I have the ability to be. To have friends who I know that in a moment’s notice would be by my side if I truly needed them. I also know how lucky I am to live in the United States of America, where I am free to disagree with my government without fearing that I will be imprisoned or killed because I do not like something a government official did or said. When I listen to this song it reminds me of all the good things in my life that sometimes I take for granted. It’s simple melody and lyrics have a huge message that sometimes we forget what we have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;Every song has its story, meaning, and its own emotions. Life would be so dull without the color that music brings to it. The simplest melody can brighten your day and lift your spirits. I once read a quote somewhere that said “Music washes away from the soul, the dust of everyday life.” I know that these songs will help me unwind and relax or get up and dance to the beat. Sometimes all you need is a little soul and these songs have more than a little. Everyone has their own classics these are just a few of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8637296887721877502?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8637296887721877502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8637296887721877502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8637296887721877502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8637296887721877502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-essay-few-of-my-classics.html' title='My Essay A Few Of My Classics'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-112204441549729349</id><published>2009-06-05T19:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:24:52.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>So last night was my graduation but i got sick really really really sick and didn't get to go to graduation or the all night party :-P lame i know and i'm still sick and stuck in bed. so yeah i'm going to find something else to do now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-112204441549729349?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/112204441549729349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=112204441549729349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/112204441549729349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/112204441549729349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-3553326433081537963</id><published>2008-09-26T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:28:14.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm boredededed. in class whatever ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-3553326433081537963?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3553326433081537963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=3553326433081537963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/3553326433081537963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/3553326433081537963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2008/09/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-237392818867706739</id><published>2008-03-25T14:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:06:34.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>life for me today</title><content type='html'>yup yup idk i just need to be randomw and type whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;why is it's always the footbal star&lt;br /&gt;why not the chess club pres or math club pres honestly though&lt;br /&gt;writing from the heart letting the chips fall where they my whatever i say is random babbles of word strung loosly together then on day they come back strong and bite me in the but i love my phone it's orange i'm going to california today i am irritated at the tuba hes stupid why do i have to be on his bus it sucks why cant i be with my best friend he's not even on the same bus how lame is that seriously though at least bb jr is on my bus i wish writer girl was coming that'd be way fun but shes not in band or orchasra i cant believe my school is haunted seriously thats just creepy really creepy i hop they find her body soon.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my grand pa but i heard about this cool thing if you take and ask questions to people where he's buried and you record it you cant hear it there but when you listen to the tape you can i'm gonna try that next month i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-237392818867706739?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/237392818867706739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=237392818867706739' title='0 Comments'/><link 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yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/R97I4-_kFPI/AAAAAAAAABA/KIMAr_UPv1U/s1600-h/camelot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178797502830482674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/R97I4-_kFPI/AAAAAAAAABA/KIMAr_UPv1U/s400/camelot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Once upon a time in a far away place lived a girl named Claire, her dad who was not a king, and her mother who was not a queen. They were happy though till one day daddy went away for good. He died it was sad and Claire was only sixteen. Soon though her mother remarried he was a king he seemed nice enough at first , but he was always pushed Claire to be a young lady be polite don't talk, try to get a guy to marry you. Marry marry marry, was all he wanted her to do he wanted to be rid of her and she knew it. Sometimes he would get angry and violent and he would lock her in her room. Claire was tired of it she grew restless being prim and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; she never had before her dad let her run around in pants. What an outrage this brought whenever she mentioned it. So one day her stepfather sent her away to a finishing school of sorts run by Headmistress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vortelle&lt;/span&gt;.This is were our story starts at Star Of Wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Academy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The building ahead looked more like another castle than a school. The place was bigger than home. "Don't leave your mouth open like that, it's not ladylike." said my dearest stepfather John. I closed my mouth and looked out the window of the carriage. Star of Wonder really suited the place it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. The stone work is amazing it has turrets and towers. "It's beautiful." I said awestruck by the sheer size. "Yes, i suppose so it's one of the top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;academies&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;. You had better behave yourself here Claire. I will not have you disgracing your mother and I. I love you and Marie very much, but honestly you are a trouble maker, and i don't know how your mother handled you during the year between where it was just the two of you. I can't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fathom&lt;/span&gt; how your father handled you he was a great man you know. He was one of my most trusted knights." I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; quietly he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rarely&lt;/span&gt; ever talks about my dad even though they were seemingly good friends while i was a live. I nodded quietly and looked out the window as we reached the gates and went under them well welcome to my new home i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;carriage&lt;/span&gt; pulled up to the main entrance to the castle where Headmistress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vortelle&lt;/span&gt; waited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt; with some servants and a couple students it seemed. "John is this an all girls school?" I asked confused at the men servants and male students waiting with the Headmistress. "Heavens no child we've got to move with the times, it's time for the mixing of boys and girls in their education. Your always telling me your smarter than the boys I've introduced you to now is your time to prove that. I'm hoping you'll find a nice young man to settle down with, who will one day rule my country." My eyes widened with disbelief as i stared shocked at him. "Don't stare like that you know your mother is to old to bear anymore children I'll name you my heir at Christmas time when you come home for the holiday." I smiled brightly this was an unexpected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;. To be an heir to the throne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; that one day i might be able to influence others for good. John laughed lightly. "Calm down child and please get out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;carriage&lt;/span&gt; like a lady for heavens sake." he said as the footman opened the door. I smiled and took his hand climbing out gracefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "Welcome to Star of Wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Academy&lt;/span&gt; Princess Claire." said the headmistress and gave a little bow. I curtsied slightly as i had been taught and stepped away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;carriage&lt;/span&gt; and turned back to it to watch my stepfather climb down. The headmistress gasped before greeting him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bowing&lt;/span&gt; even lower. I smiled it looks like he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; her by coming with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-1555477184577821229?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1555477184577821229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=1555477184577821229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1555477184577821229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1555477184577821229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-with-no-name-yet.html' title='the story with no name yet'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/R97I4-_kFPI/AAAAAAAAABA/KIMAr_UPv1U/s72-c/camelot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-6434877218825374272</id><published>2008-03-17T12:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:24:23.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;idk i'm kinda borded andd so i'm going to most likely write some random stuff here so yeah i'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense to you but it's clear to me so maybe i'm just incredibly wired or something but anyways so i had a totally crazy dream last night it was about  this guy i used to like and the guy from my history class and it was totally trippy seriously cause the guy i used to like we'll call him tuba. well he was like stalking me and all that and he left me cryptic notes that allude to stuff and he was following me around at school and i went to leave school one day and he was in my truck. so then history boy came into the picture and suddenly i was at a stomp (high school dance after a game alot like jr high dances) and history boy was dancing with me we were singing loud and just goofing off cause it was a fast song then second hand serende fall for you came on and we danced together and he was singing to me. yeah now i cant get that image out of my head and its sad and pathetic of me cause i don't even think he knows i exist let alone like  like him so yeah. but yeah i spend to way to much time in dreams i dont know why maybe cause they're better that reality i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow thats a new low i've never admited it out loud before sad.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yup so there is a shamrock on my hand HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY  i almost forgot that was today wow today is going by slow and i haven't even gone to work yet just great so i wonder how long i can type in one post. hmm i dont know its 12:44 right now i've been at this for awhile already...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once upon a time in a far away place lived a girl named Claire her dad was not a king her mother not a queen. They were happy though till one day daddy went away for good. He died it was sad and Claire was only sixteen. Soon though her mother remarried he was a king he seemed nice enough at first , but he was always pushed Claire to be a young lady be polite don't talk, try to get a guy to marry you. Marry marry marry, was all he wanted her to do he wanted to be rid of  her and she knew it. Sometimes he would get angry and violent and he would lock her in her room. Claire was tired of it she grew restless being prim and propper she never had before her dad let her run around in pants. What an outrage this brought whenever she mentioned it. So one day her stepfather sent her away to a finishing school of sorts run by Headmistress Vortelle.This is were our story starts at Star Of Wonder Acadamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                    The building ahead looked mor like another castle than a school. The place was bigger than home. "Don't leave your mouth open like that, it's not ladylike." said my dearest stepfather John. I closed my mouth and looked out the window of the carriage. Star of Wonder really suited the place it's gorgous. The stone work is amazing it has turrets and towers.  "It's beautiful." I said awestruck by the sheer size. "Yes, i suppose so it's one of the top acadamies of europe. You had better behave yourself here Claire. I will not have you disgracing your mother and I. I love you and Marie very much, but honestly you are a trouble maker, and i don't know how your mother handled you during the year between where it was just the two of you. I can't even phathom how your father could handle you he was a great man you know. He was one of my most trusted knights." I listend quietly he rarly ever talks about my dad even though they were seemingly good friends while i was a live. I nodded quietly and looked out the window as we reached the gates and went under them well welcome to my new home i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-6434877218825374272?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6434877218825374272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=6434877218825374272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6434877218825374272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6434877218825374272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-8416581357096472590</id><published>2008-03-17T12:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:25:57.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8416581357096472590?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8416581357096472590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8416581357096472590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8416581357096472590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8416581357096472590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/elite-goth.html' title=''/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-8121536637967467180</id><published>2008-03-07T12:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:23:45.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hello to my long lost blog readers how are you all doing out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;good to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so now i think that i'll post about spring and summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spring is one of my favorite times of year perfect to fly a kite great for outdoor hot dog roasts and all that good stuff maybe i'll even pull out a football and get some friends to play catch i love football its my favorite sport i can play fairly well my ultimate favorite sport to watch how ever would have to be hockey one of my friends is on our school team she is the only girl to I'm so proud of her she's really come out of her shell since last year when we started high school :) yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Summer is good for swimmng as long as you wear sun screen i hate sunburns they hurt and i burn easily maybe i'll go tanning like i did before i went to hawaii it was okay i still burned a bit though but it wasnt as bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmm..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you should check out my friends blog at  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kdraskrillblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://kdraskrillblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i like this kid in my history class he's so nice and all that but we got a seating chart cause we have some really laquacious people in that class so he sits on the other side of the room and i was sad. later in that class i got that creepy feeling that someone was watching me and i looked up from my assignment and he was staring at me it was odd so i smiled and he smiled back and then i looked at the front then back at him and he was still staring at me i caught him like eight times whats that supposed to mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;did i have something in my hair or on my face???????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guys Are So Confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;GRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bye I'm going now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8121536637967467180?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8121536637967467180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8121536637967467180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8121536637967467180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8121536637967467180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-5160879726561771555</id><published>2008-01-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:26:00.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who cares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ha cha cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'ma bordeded so yeah i have sweet tarts and a new phone its cool and orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TUba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TUBa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TUBA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tUBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tubA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hardly anyone wil get that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TUBA &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TUBA &lt;/span&gt;TUBA &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TUBA &lt;/span&gt;TUBA &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TUBA&lt;/span&gt; TUBA &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TUBA&lt;/span&gt; TUBA &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TUBA&lt;/span&gt; TUBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-5160879726561771555?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5160879726561771555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=5160879726561771555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5160879726561771555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5160879726561771555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-cares.html' title='who cares'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-1096902055106622257</id><published>2007-10-17T13:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:44:59.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>idk</title><content type='html'>Wow i haven't been on here in forever i doubt that anyone even reads this anymore hmm thats odd. yup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-1096902055106622257?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1096902055106622257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=1096902055106622257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1096902055106622257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1096902055106622257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/idk.html' title='idk'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-988882218490632717</id><published>2007-02-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:27:11.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>Bored out of my mind here but NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-988882218490632717?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/988882218490632717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=988882218490632717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/988882218490632717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/988882218490632717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-3562446878109882781</id><published>2007-02-14T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:25:30.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Singles Awareness Day Everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-3562446878109882781?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3562446878109882781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=3562446878109882781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/3562446878109882781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/3562446878109882781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-6565729872414775721</id><published>2007-02-05T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:38:57.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate when people lie to me especially someone who is supposed to be my friend why do people do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-6565729872414775721?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6565729872414775721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=6565729872414775721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6565729872414775721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6565729872414775721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/02/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-5901716012519050168</id><published>2007-01-31T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:31:07.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt; in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blending with the shades of grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; from the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avoiding feeling at all cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; who you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; your true colors from the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking in the shadows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shying away from who you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refusing to admit you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one sees  who you are or so you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-5901716012519050168?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5901716012519050168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=5901716012519050168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5901716012519050168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5901716012519050168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/hidding.html' title='Hidding'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2405898644571604208</id><published>2007-01-27T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:00:35.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boy Are Dumb, Men Are Scum, Real Men Don't Exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate guys they are all stupid, idiotic, retarded, ugly, rude, sadistic, wimpy, gutless, heartless, fearful, LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ALL GUYS THEY ARE THE SCUM OF THE SCUM OF THE SCUM OF THE SCUM OF THE SCUM OF THE DIRT OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2405898644571604208?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2405898644571604208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2405898644571604208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2405898644571604208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2405898644571604208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-5338350988848431228</id><published>2007-01-23T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:58:23.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VIKINGS VIKINGS VIKINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH YEAH OH YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;MY SCHOOL TEAMS ARE THE BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE TOATALLY KICKED OUR RIVAL'S BUTT OH YEAH WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS NO TIME FOR LOSERS CAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-5338350988848431228?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5338350988848431228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=5338350988848431228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5338350988848431228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5338350988848431228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/vikings-vikings-vikings.html' title='VIKINGS VIKINGS VIKINGS'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-7695386998135010901</id><published>2007-01-18T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:49:00.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part one was written on january 8th part two on januaty 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captive&lt;br /&gt;Part One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Claiming my life for its own&lt;br /&gt;Burnign my soul&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me down&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths&lt;br /&gt;The depths of my mind&lt;br /&gt;The never ending&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Today I lost&lt;br /&gt;I let the darkness envelope me&lt;br /&gt;I am it&lt;br /&gt;I once controlled it&lt;br /&gt;It controls me now&lt;br /&gt;The only way to free myself&lt;br /&gt;Is to free it&lt;br /&gt;How can I let go?&lt;br /&gt;How can I unleash it?&lt;br /&gt;Will it free me?&lt;br /&gt; Or destroy?&lt;br /&gt;How can I decide?&lt;br /&gt;How can I know?&lt;br /&gt; I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell him&lt;br /&gt;He'll Listen&lt;br /&gt;But will he understand?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;The only way to know&lt;br /&gt;Is to Try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The light dances&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am free&lt;br /&gt;To live again&lt;br /&gt;So why do I&lt;br /&gt;Wonder still&lt;br /&gt;What you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I bared my soul&lt;br /&gt;To your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I shared a dream&lt;br /&gt;But still you scheme&lt;br /&gt;You show nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;You tell me nothing worth knowing&lt;br /&gt;I bore my soul&lt;br /&gt;And yet you still&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I freed myself&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought&lt;br /&gt;Then how can&lt;br /&gt;I feel so confined&lt;br /&gt;What should have freed me&lt;br /&gt;Instead trapped me deeper in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The depth of which no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Inside the maze that is my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you free me?&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you free me?&lt;br /&gt;It contols me more than ever&lt;br /&gt;The fire burns hotter&lt;br /&gt;The darkness grows darker&lt;br /&gt;Only you can free me.&lt;br /&gt;But will you try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-7695386998135010901?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7695386998135010901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=7695386998135010901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/7695386998135010901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/7695386998135010901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2007/01/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2776897087926645113</id><published>2007-01-16T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:45:12.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/Ra1pBsQmb-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BozAxfpGkZs/s1600-h/snowy+palms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/Ra1pBsQmb-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/BozAxfpGkZs/s400/snowy+palms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020784637369544674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anybody know whats wrong with that picture  palm trees + Vacation=SNOW????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down south it was supposed to be warm but geuss what it snowed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2776897087926645113?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2776897087926645113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2776897087926645113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2776897087926645113'/><link rel='self' 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It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/RaRq9izBnMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oZe3uPQ1XDs/s1600-h/one+look.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/RaRq9izBnMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oZe3uPQ1XDs/s400/one+look.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018253490342960322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm proud of myself I told Jed that I like him and yeah i feel better because i won't have to look back and wonder what if......&lt;br /&gt;so yeah by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Qoute For The Week&lt;br /&gt;"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped"&lt;br /&gt;Robert Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-6554074009304748319?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6554074009304748319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=6554074009304748319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6554074009304748319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6554074009304748319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;K i just finished reading this book called avalon high by Meg Cabot and its really cool so yeah i highly recommend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8379780711895708749?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8379780711895708749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8379780711895708749' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8379780711895708749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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will call him bob is finally taller than me I was so used to being the taller one its weird all the guys are finally hitting their growth spurts i feel like a migdit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS The movie Eragon totally rocks it dosen't really fallow the book but it's still awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-990486743784284011?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/990486743784284011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=990486743784284011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/990486743784284011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/990486743784284011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/k-so-i-just-spent-night-hanigning-out.html' title=''/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-1889009125067573898</id><published>2006-12-08T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:45:12.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/RXo_eeK2XvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AOIPPI7WTD8/s1600-h/whodark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/RXo_eeK2XvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AOIPPI7WTD8/s400/whodark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006383728502922994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt a dream apoun the sea.                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a prince. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He was so different from all the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He understood me or so i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I found an emotion I'd never felt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; But soon I discovered that he was as the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cruel selfish blind and Deaf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He broke my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sharp pieces one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I cried for the pain shook my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I cried for I was such a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They seem unquie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But are all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I awoke to a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As cruel as the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For he wouldn't care if I gave him the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I cried again for my broken soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How can I ever love another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As I loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know how I can go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why should I wake if when I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He is there but not with me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Never with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I dreamt a dream apoun the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I floated alone in the vast open space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I heard my name across the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There he was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Waiting for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I awoke with a start to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He won't be waiting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I cry for my broken soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I look around I'm all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How can I go on and watch him with another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can't bear it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I dreamt a dream apoun the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This time no one was waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-1889009125067573898?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/RXo_eeK2XvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AOIPPI7WTD8/s72-c/whodark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-7224295604484078135</id><published>2006-12-01T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:15:01.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>k</title><content type='html'>k last post was about a book i read and i had to do an assignment on for english i got to pik the book it was great if you want to read it its called Just Listen by Sarah Dessen i highly recomend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-7224295604484078135?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-7262337650369908900</id><published>2006-12-01T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:13:32.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>I have a secret to tell.&lt;br /&gt;But I lie avoiding it at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret to tell.&lt;br /&gt;My friends I have shunned.&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;Anger found me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Anger is waiting .&lt;br /&gt;I lie to his listening ears.&lt;br /&gt;Anger is hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I have shunned Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness follows me.&lt;br /&gt;Light is there threatening to reveal all.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret to tell.&lt;br /&gt;Anger is mad.&lt;br /&gt;Anger will listen.&lt;br /&gt;I have told my secret.&lt;br /&gt;Anger will guide me.&lt;br /&gt;I have told my secret.&lt;br /&gt;The world now knows.&lt;br /&gt;Light has revealed .&lt;br /&gt;Darkness has been exposed.&lt;br /&gt;Anger is there                   Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Anger embraced me.&lt;br /&gt;Anger listens.&lt;br /&gt;Anger loves.&lt;br /&gt;Anger saved me.&lt;br /&gt;I am free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-7262337650369908900?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7262337650369908900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=7262337650369908900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/7262337650369908900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/7262337650369908900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/12/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-1666905921234240983</id><published>2006-11-20T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:38:12.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/937771/gobble%20gobble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/21091/gobble%20gobble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My mother decided to invite all of her family on her side over for Thanksgiving so now i get to spend the holiday with people I don't like and people that don't like me thanks a lot mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-1666905921234240983?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1666905921234240983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=1666905921234240983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1666905921234240983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1666905921234240983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-1570451944709199255</id><published>2006-11-15T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:28:12.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeah still waiting for my stupid thing i still cant belive i did that ug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-1570451944709199255?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1570451944709199255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=1570451944709199255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1570451944709199255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1570451944709199255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/ug.html' title='ug'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-8272037501530241558</id><published>2006-11-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:45:36.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I just did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; stupid (on accident) and when the email i sent gets answered well......... you'll know because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; tell you but that was the stupidest thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; ever done........ Which It's pretty hard to beat I haven't beat it in like ..... a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8272037501530241558?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8272037501530241558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8272037501530241558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8272037501530241558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8272037501530241558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid.html' title='STUPID'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-6665831346357177375</id><published>2006-11-14T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:24:14.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/goth%20girl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/goth%20girl2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I dont have to much to really talk about but according to my friend whos our resident shrink thats my age we'll call her shrinky cuase i call her that anyways. well she told me that i'm un shrinkable and that means she cant help me. so yeah. also my friends say jed clampet is emotionly unstable that i should like someone else so yeah i tried but you cant really help who you like so yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-6665831346357177375?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6665831346357177375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=6665831346357177375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6665831346357177375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6665831346357177375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-8260931500570902085</id><published>2006-11-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:30:08.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/smile%20or%20cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/smile%20or%20cry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Today in 4Th period I have Jed my friend Potter and this kid we'll call Karate Kid. We were working in groups and i was with Potter then Jed and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; (Karate Kid) were working together So they made some semi mean/teasing comment so I went over and stole his water bottle (which is punishable by death with him) and he came over to side with the water bottle so i switched sides since i had moved my desk he either had to jump over my desk or walk around and he says "I have a girlfriend so I'm not hoping over your desk." so i threw his water bottle at him hoping to cause pain but i didn't but he caused me pain so yeah kinda irritated because in like a couple weeks she'll like someone new dump him then I'll listen to him complain about it while wondering why doesn't he just ask me out when I'm pretty sure he knows i like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why not ask someone who truly and honestly cares about him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND SERIOUSLY WHATS WITH THE I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND COMMENT????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE CRAP IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-8260931500570902085?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8260931500570902085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=8260931500570902085' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8260931500570902085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/8260931500570902085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-1874240454336389842</id><published>2006-11-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:48:02.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Qoute Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Have you ever loved someone and they had absolutely no idea whatsoever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Or fell for your best friend in the entire world. And then sat around and watch him fall for someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was to hard to handle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Afraid of what we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Afraid of what others will think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Afraid  of what will be found out about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But every time we tell a lie the thing we fear grows stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires us to jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Of could have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No One Waits Forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will You Jump?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-1874240454336389842?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1874240454336389842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=1874240454336389842' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1874240454336389842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/1874240454336389842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-qoute-ever.html' title='Best Qoute Ever'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2198660326957524426</id><published>2006-11-12T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:39:12.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/blinkFriendslikewalls.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/blinkFriendslikewalls.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2198660326957524426?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2198660326957524426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2198660326957524426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2198660326957524426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2198660326957524426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-6292424690824337599</id><published>2006-11-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:34:37.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of My Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/Star5FFace.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/Star5FFace.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You Made Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You made me weep for who I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You made me jealous beyond a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You made me dream for whats not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You made me care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You made me hurt and ache for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But most of all You made me who I am today Because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You Made Me Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-6292424690824337599?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6292424690824337599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=6292424690824337599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6292424690824337599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6292424690824337599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-of-my-poems.html' title='One Of My Poems'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-5867018900306360524</id><published>2006-11-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:27:20.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Of My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/dreams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The Man Of My Dreams........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Has Split Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;One Minute He Is Cool And Has A Girlfriend And Dosen't Know I Exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Next He's Giving Me Flowers Hanging Out With Me Joking Around With Me Acting As If He Really Cares About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But The Question I Ask Myself Everyday IS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHO ARE YOU REALLY????????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-5867018900306360524?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5867018900306360524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=5867018900306360524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5867018900306360524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5867018900306360524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/man-of-my-dreams.html' title='The Man Of My Dreams'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2343496121506271804</id><published>2006-11-12T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:09:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/died.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/died.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ok musical thing mabye not tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2343496121506271804?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2343496121506271804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2343496121506271804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2343496121506271804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2343496121506271804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='.................'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-5935585674941374920</id><published>2006-11-12T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:01:11.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Almost Forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/th_Harry116.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/th_Harry116.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/power.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/power.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/dateacher.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/dateacher.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/magic8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/magic8.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I almost forgot to tell you guys i went to a party the other night and we prank called my friend said &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; about a coffin needed to be picked up over delivered it was really funny and then i also auditioned for our school musical and I find out if &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in or not &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-5935585674941374920?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5935585674941374920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=5935585674941374920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5935585674941374920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/5935585674941374920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I Almost Forgot'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-2254364724220987813</id><published>2006-11-12T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:42:15.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/ferret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/ferret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/darkangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/darkangel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So here is a question for you people who might be reading this. Is it really better to have loved and lost? Or to have never loved at all?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah so you can tell what kind of a mood i'm in oh to clarify i only hate guys who give me a reason even if it is irrational like that of wich makes me hate jed clampet so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-2254364724220987813?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2254364724220987813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=2254364724220987813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2254364724220987813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/2254364724220987813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/so.html' title='So.....'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219630384197450833.post-6675848978541980174</id><published>2006-11-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:36:32.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Random People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/1600/BOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7249/1003372849633477/400/BOY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ok so I think I'll tell you about myself. I have 3 dogs 2 cows 3 cats 3 pigs and sevral fish. I am a harry potter freak and a band geek. I like a guy whos nicname between me and my friends is Jed Clampet. He has had 2 girlfriends during the time I've liked him. He knows i like him and he just quit band so I'm mad at him most guys are considered dirtbags to me right now because i'm in a man hating mood sorry guys if Jed clampet ends up reading this he know knows if he didn't know before that i like him so lovely. well thats about it oh.. i like reading computer writting drawing if you lucky i might post some of my poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219630384197450833-6675848978541980174?l=randpompeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6675848978541980174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219630384197450833&amp;postID=6675848978541980174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6675848978541980174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219630384197450833/posts/default/6675848978541980174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randpompeople.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome-random-people.html' title='Welcome Random People'/><author><name>dark_angel8181</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016359543214301806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PhPErizHFms/S3GmJgehNyI/AAAAAAAAABg/7ObyoP0r5a4/S220/DSC03021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
