<?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-3626807</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:46.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random things will eventually serve to have pionts</title><subtitle type='html'>sorry this isnt so great.  its mainly for me.  if u have any input IM me :rubberduckiur1.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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post. im trying to see if this works for RHEA! but if it doenst so sorry and i apoligize for the delays.~ MEGAN &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-92396629?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/92396629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/92396629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92396629' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-91954535</id><published>2003-04-03T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T21:51:30.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muhahha boredness... dont know if this belongs on here but it entertained me for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: im scared of ythe elves&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: u have to protect me&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no they wont come for u&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: i control the elves silly&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: oh &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: i have influence&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: what do they look like?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: like 90% influence and if they go against me they get FUCKED UP&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: they are about as tall as a pencil&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but thick and strong for their hight&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: like ants&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: can lift a shitload&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: are they men?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: considering their body size&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: or women?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: there are bitch elves &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but mainly men&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: lol &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: do they have names?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: sure they do&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: whats u favorites name?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: pickles&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: hes silly&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: lol tell me about him&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: well&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: like most elves&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: hes quite a hardy fellow&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but hes got more of a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: than the others&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: thus the name pickles&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: hes not as much as a dickhead and i dont have to yell at him&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: how many do ya got?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: well u see elves are EVERYWHERE but the ones nearest me that i can deploy now&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: now maybe a couple million&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but i could get some elves from china over here if i wnatd&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: no cheinse elves sound dangerous&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: not nearly as dangerous&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: asians are pussys&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: lolk&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: babis chris?  &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: are there babies?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: yes&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but they mature quickley&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: can u eat them?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: also they are elves but u can never think of like fgty christmas happy elves&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: they are actually more like a leprochan&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but those arent real&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: can u EAT them?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: i wouldn't suggest it&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: have u?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: if u try to eat one &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: theyll kick ur ass&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: i wouldnt do that&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: they are my children&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: lol &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: and if u eat one thats ur problem&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: im lettin em go out on u&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: u said u wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: chris&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: dont let them &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: im scared&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no only if u eat them&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: *shakes* &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: dumbass&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: just dotn fkn eat one&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but really&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: oh &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: i doubt ud get to do that anyway&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: unless there was a stray baby&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: hell one normal elf could rape u&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: i dont eat babies&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: no &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: well then&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: theres no problem&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: psha&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: how can an elf rape me&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: ha&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: dont doubt them megan&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: do they have sex?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: i dont want to have to make an example out of u since u didnt believe&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: oh yes they are horny bastards&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: thats why there are so many of them&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: is there elf porn&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no people turn them on more&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: thats why theyre so good at raping&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: DUH&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: is there liek crossbreeds?&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: half human half elf?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: their sperm just doesnt work with anyone else except other elves&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: good thing too&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: yeah &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: whew&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: yeah &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: say hi to pickles&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: hes out right now&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: hey pick &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: see i like him a lot too cuz he spends more time with me&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: he likes learning shit&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: for some reason&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: weird elf&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: is he pretty?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: yes&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: how pretty?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: prettier than anything besides my cock and me&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: whoa whoa whoa were forgetting the list here &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: megan goes onthere somewhere&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no sorry&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: *weeps*&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: does pickles have a wife?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no hes in the "adolescent stage" he might in a few weeks when hes all grown up but there arent many wives&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: see its not liek a family like us&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: all elves feel like one big family&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: but its not wrong to have sex with other ones&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: so they fuck everyone they wnat &lt;br /&gt;DSM857: its not like incest at all&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: its just how it works&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: yes&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: its a perfect society&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: are there gay elfs?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: never&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: and megan&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: its ELVES&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: dont fuck up again&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: it makes them mad&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: ignorant people (liek the french) piss them off&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: no no no elf is one elves is more then one&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: no shit but can u read what u actually said?&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: RubBerDuckiU R 1 (9:44:15 PM): are there gay elfs?&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: oh shut it sir&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: lol&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: pickles laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-91954535?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/91954535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/91954535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91954535' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-91749681</id><published>2003-03-31T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T12:34:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i know i havent written in forver and this one has to be kinda fast.  i gotta go learn some gay ass spanish song.  cuz im a great singer and one day will be famous for singing spanish songs.... right.  on saterday i delivered mulch.  it wass...how shall i say it.  not amazing.  i knew lets see two people.  liz nappi and liz nappis brother, micheal, whose actaully a cool kid.  so starts my long decline beofre work camp.  i am however the mulch QUEEN, which im not sure is somehting to be proud of.  and there was a slightly entertaining moment of me and mike dumping liz in a wheelbarrow. muhahaha.  so much wokr due!!! seven page english paper!!!!  nine page creative wrtinging!!!!!!!  history test!!!!!!!!!!!! spanish song????.  rihgt.  see how the song doenst fit in? yet its there. ok im gonna go.  porque te vas... porque te vas....  actaully the most entertaining thing in the world is to listen when chris sings it in spanish and doesnt know ur listening.  he like actaully tried or somehting. tehehehe.  ok back to my loserish life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-91749681?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/91749681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and did an itty bitty one.  i was so proud.  then i went to CHRUCH. yep. i know what ur thinking.   Fun with a capital F.  on the way home there was an intreesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother:charlie why didnt u hold ur head up in chruch, u looked like u were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;chazz:  see, in chruch gravity is different.  it pulls me down.&lt;br /&gt;mother: u dont know anything about gravity, its the same everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;chazz: nope, its different for me.  see gravity loves me.&lt;br /&gt;*makes out with air*&lt;br /&gt;chazz: we're boyfriend and girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;andy: which ones the girl?&lt;br /&gt;chazz: ur the girl&lt;br /&gt;me: so now u and andy are going out?&lt;br /&gt;chazz: NO, andys the girl, gavitys the monkey, and i, i liek cheeze nips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.  it was strange.  the end again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-91200298?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/91200298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/91200298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91200298' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-91077709</id><published>2003-03-20T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T15:13:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gloomfairie/1046220909_bathtory.gif" border="0" alt="bathory"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess)&lt;br&gt;Legend tells us that you, this very rich,&lt;br&gt;beautiful and high born woman tortured and&lt;br&gt;murdered some 650 young women and bathed in&lt;br&gt;their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;In some stories, it is said you have drank thier&lt;br&gt;blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a&lt;br&gt;grand scale.&lt;br /&gt;Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gloomfairie/quizzes/Which%20Imfamous%20criminal%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Imfamous criminal are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-91077709?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/91077709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/91077709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91077709' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90895516</id><published>2003-03-17T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T21:44:40.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back from....hmm lets see where is the ONLY place i EVER go???  *hands wave wildly*  yep, thats right DANCE!   and GUESS WHAT WE DID THEN???  *hands wave again*  DANCED!!!  and dnaced!  and danced.   and guess what we learned!?  MEGAN SUCKS ASS.  i mean we're having the compettion in hmm 6days?  and we're tapping away and shes like "wiat that step sounds wrong"  and so we each go thru it one by one.  guess whose wrong??  sarah? no of coarse not.  allie? *snort* never.  rachel?  well prolly a little bit.  but shes RACHEL.  josh? GASP how dare u suggest HE do ANYTHING wrong.  megan?? YES!  and appenrtly ive been doing it wrong FOREVER!  i should just be banished *cries*.  but then we got some custumes,  they dont suck so bad.  fairly normal compared to some.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK LEXI NEW YORK.  one day, 8 hours, 21 minutes.   muhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IFTA  couple of months!!!!!!!!!!!  i love u leah and jake, our bannana friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in gym today i did 62 situps in a min! go megan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90895516?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90895516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90895516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90895516' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90747483</id><published>2003-03-14T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T23:30:07.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one of the coolest songs ever DOWNLOAD IT.  some people are total jackasses who just dont get it.  and when u say you arent ogin got do somehting anymore why do it?  especailly when you know its fucked up and makes people VERY unhappy?  rubbing shit in ppls faces is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;My back is broad but it's a hurting&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to make love to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;I've walked for miles my feet are hurting&lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to make love to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hard enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I rough enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I rich enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too blind to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;So let's go home and draw the curtains&lt;br /&gt;Music on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby make sweet love to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hard enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I rough enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I rich enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too blind to see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little sister&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, pretty&lt;br /&gt;Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby please, please, please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell ya&lt;br /&gt;You can put me out&lt;br /&gt;On the street&lt;br /&gt;Put me out&lt;br /&gt;With no shoes on my feet&lt;br /&gt;But, put me out, put me out&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of misery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all your sickness&lt;br /&gt;I can suck it up&lt;br /&gt;Throw it all at me&lt;br /&gt;I can shrug it off&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing baby&lt;br /&gt;That I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You keep on telling me&lt;br /&gt;I ain't your kind of man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I tough enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I rich enough, in love enough&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Ooh! Please &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be your beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;I've walked for miles and my feet are hurting&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you to make love to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need beast of burden&lt;br /&gt;I need no fussing&lt;br /&gt;I need no nursing&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90747483?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90747483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90747483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90747483' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90746787</id><published>2003-03-14T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T23:12:20.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEAH I LOVE YOU!!!!!!  im a LINK!!!!!  i dont htink ive ever in my ENTIRE LIFE been a link.  today...  actaully i dont care what i did today.  right now im SO HOT!  like amazingly pathetically hot.  like sweating hot.  like ready to run outsdie naked hot.  *everyone backs away "PLEASE DONT"*  i wont.  i wouldnt scare the world like that.  OR WOULD I???  FIVE DAYS!!!!!!  new york!!!  then kings domion for dance competion.  im gonna be so tired.  ill like sleep the day away.  monday ill be sitting there sleeping.  oh God if its a red day theres no way ill be vaguly awake.  MY GOD. im geteting a C+ in that class. a fucking C+!  i was getting 108%.  what the hell happened??  and christopher, the genious boy is getting a C+ too.  so hmmm somehtings messed up.  she siad i dint PARTCIPATE enough.  in math.  what am i suppossed to do?  idiot.  plus shes the biggest stupidest teacher.  how am i suppossed to stay awake long enough to particapate???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90746787?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90746787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90746787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90746787' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90417098</id><published>2003-03-09T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T16:26:29.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had a fmaily gathering.  it was great fun.  most of the time i spent squashed in a chair with betsy listening to stories.  some were rather disturbing (my mom and aunt at a male strip joint)  but all funny.  then courtney, the eighteen year old, took a blower noise maker thing and was like "im an elephant"  that girl was liek high.  i think we scared some of the ppl i didnt knwo that were there.  muhahahhaah.  now im talking to bradens college friend online.  its fun. muhahaha again &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90417098?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90417098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90417098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90417098' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90385637</id><published>2003-03-08T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:46:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok seeing as the whole shitty last dnace class is pissing me off sarah explained it very well.  so i stole from her blog (hehehe)  and will now post her post on here cuz she explains it good .  the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went to dance last night and ally hurt her knee so we kinda stopped dancing and talk about other dance we were going to do and then Mrs. C was like..."now we need to have a sreious conversation" and right when she said that i knew wwhat it was about. And she went on and on about how josh (her baby) was having such a hard time and feels like he doesnt have any friends and is made fun of for being Mr.Cockrells son. And all this blahdibladi blah. We were all like...oh try its called HIGH SCHOOL everyone is going through a hard time and every feels like they dont have any friends every one has some thing that they are made fun of for.....Josh just can't stand not to be the center of attention in everyones lives so he gets mad and apparently "cronicly depressed" And then she was like and u guys have trun ur back on him too. u physically turn away from him when he walks in the room.for one thing sorry we dont stop everything when ur son walks in the room and another thing we do not physically turn our backs to him usually were in a circle and one maybe have there back to him but hey deal with it. Mrs.C says then" is there anything he did to make u guys not like him?" HELLO! ask me out 3 count it 3 times!!!!! He shows off in class he cant stand not being the best and having everyone know he is the best and he gets special favors. Poor Kevey, Hunter Kostia (whatever his name is) gets blamed for everything. Mrs.c the reason no one likes him in drum line is cuz he shows off he's not just practicing in a connor he is making it known that he is first drummen. Lets take a vote.....do girls have it harder then guy or the other way around.....the count is 100000002983487738429834698123987 for girls having it hard....2(mrs.c and josh) for guys. Josh is a selfish second grade acting ass and he needs to GROW UP!!!!!! What did she think she was going to occomplish with this? Things will never be the same ...the friendship is gone...now its just going to be fake friendship and thats just wrong, thank you for being my vent ......whee i feel better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice i know,  plus like us five are so close hwo can she expect that we're gonna be that close with him?  and she slike " i knwo why sraha has a problem with him"  doenst she get it?  we're one unit.   if sarahs got a problem then we got a problem.  we share and work together.  we kick ass!!!  and then she called attention to me and was like "megan u know hwo it feels didnt u feel left out when u were now here?"  and iwas like "um kinda at first but we bonded quickly"  i mena thats totaly different, he DID somehtign and we dont liek him,  i was just new.  iknwo no one but liek us five, and rachel deonst go online, give a shit about this but we gotta come up with a plan. are we suddenly gonna be nice to him?  and we're we ever really MEAN??  nope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lex u and me babe, NEW YORK NEW YORK!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90385637?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90385637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90385637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90385637' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90372919</id><published>2003-03-08T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T17:43:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok here we go, im so broed so all the useless facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: megan marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: april 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: never, *gazes off wishfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school do you attend: the one a block away from me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings and their ages: andy,16,charlie,10?, brat girl, 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~Your Looks~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: have NO idea, ppl call it brown, ppl call it blonde, its ugly tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 '7 and a quarter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings: there was the bellybutton thing, but the sfatey pin is out i promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want more if you do: no,ppl say mean things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear any rings: i had one but it was lost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shoes do you wear: the ones that go on ur feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~Just Lately~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today: pmsing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pants are you wearing: pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing: a green one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like at the moment: nasty and poofy!  its saterday tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to right now: red rag top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate: CHOCOLATE MILK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now: WARM but snow is still there today i saw someone shovaling in shorts muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person you talked to on the phone:jelly bean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talking to right now: ally (dance), christopher, leah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it: dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~More about you~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last four digits of your phone #: 8888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a crayon what color would you be: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever almost died: yes, once jenny bell saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy: tic tacs and choclate milk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the next cd you are going to buy: none have someone else make some for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best advice ever given to you:  to "throw ketchup at him bowls and bowls of ketchup" ~jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won any special awards: good citizen, lotsa shit fro oddessy of the mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sport do you hate the most: any that i am forced to play &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you scared of the most: hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many TVs do you have in your house:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own phone line: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: no a real dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place for a dream house: beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sprained/broken/fractured a bone?: yes in fact andy broke my elbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you dream about: mostly just the little group of firneds i have and random ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tell your dreams to: jelly, we intrepret them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the loudest friend: probabaly me, or ginnley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the quietest friend: charlottee, she NEVER talks, or sometimes john doesnt talk but i think we overwhelm him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite movie of all time: dirty dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite song of all time: dont have one, depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~Just Questions~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is cheerleading a sport: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop:depends on the size of ur tounge and the volume of saliva u produce and the pressure u lick with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which came first the chicken or the egg: God knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~You and Love~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you want played at your wedding: earl had to die just kidding who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with:chocalte milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me the story of your first kiss: *glances around nervously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~Pick this or that~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on/off: off, darkness makes me feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow, sun, rain: al of the above, good blends, thats why i dont live in MI with u rhea,  where u never get da snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey D's r Burger King: mickey ds for everything cept burger king for oinion rings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys or Nsync: theyre exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepperoni or sausage: neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter: Summer, tho i do liek snow and xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate or white milk: CHOCOLATE DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cd or tape: CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud or Jell-o wrestling: ew mud tho, jello is nasty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or boarding: never tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day or night: Night, then ppl cant see hwo ugly u are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cake or pie: pie but not fruity shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diamond or pearl: diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunset or sunrise: Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much it made you cry: unfortuantly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank: wine at my grandparents, beer with my dad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken the law: ntohign big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mattress tag incident: who looks at their mattress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran from the cops:nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself cry to get out of trouble: *sniff* of coarse not, YES thats the best trick ,teachers are the best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k hope i didnt bore ya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90372919?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90372919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90372919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90372919' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90322575</id><published>2003-03-07T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T16:34:04.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my auint cracks me up i toldh er i was going to laura and she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McKENNONSAMCK: No cursing, drinking of alcohol, smoking, doing drugs or making out please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen to for a walk, drank chocalte milk,  get to see laura soon.. markus made varsity baseball.  go him.  the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90322575?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90322575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90322575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90322575' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90263287</id><published>2003-03-06T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T17:28:10.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt do much today.  oh, i told lexi id write soemthing on here about her cuz she said its alwaz about ppl she doesnt know.  maybe thats cuz most of the ppl who readit are the ppl who dont have to put up withme on a daily basis.  so here we go.  few days ago me and sexi lexi and lizbeth and ginnley went to see sams play.  he was really really amazing.  like i was alomost in tears.  bravo sam.  me and lexi are going to NY in THIRTEEN DAYS.  we are starting an odssey of the mind team.  and uhhh  lexi lexi..........        oh trying to figure out her guy problems in megan therapy.  so there ya go sexi.   i dont really havemuch to say.  whose up for a memory ??  ok let me think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM MEMORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was little andy was getting potty trained  and i wanted to be just like him so i stood up to pee.  well id put on foot on either side of the toliet and liek tilted my hips so it got in.  eventually i figure out how to do it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today jessie told me she did the same hting, but not cuz of her bro.  she just wnated to.  we started a club.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90263287?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90263287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90263287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90263287' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-90197769</id><published>2003-03-05T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T17:01:10.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance.... not so great.  somethings up with josh.  so sandie sits us down and tells us all about his personal life, whihc im sure he really WANTED her to do.   nats and my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: i feel bad for josh tho, his mom like was telling us private stuff that i doubt he wnated us to know&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: yea &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: thats why we dont trust her!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: i wouldnt,  and what did she wnat us to say?&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: i mean one, shes his mom first, and 2 she could tell him anything we said&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: she was like "lets talk"  i was like"i have nothing to say"&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: yea &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: lets talk when u can be trusted&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: ya kno?&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: yes &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: i mean she doesnt have the kinna relationship with us ne way &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: we never talked before &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: y now?&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: yea&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: she was talkin to sarh &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: and srah was kinda put on the spot &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: sarah &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: its all a bout sarah&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: with her &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: lol&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: she was prolly mad HOW DARE SHE SAY NO &lt;br /&gt;Nats228: lol&lt;br /&gt;Nats228: HOW dare he ask!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: THREE TIMES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sarah sums it up &lt;br /&gt;Spngebobqtpantz: well i just think he acts like a selfish second grade ass&lt;br /&gt;Spngebobqtpantz: to put it blunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats josh!!  stops talking to us and suddenly were evil and breaking his mothers heart.  i got kinda pissed. plus i wnated to DANCE.  boo fricketey hoo.  also in dance me and rachel continued our blonde, outcast club  and suddenly we had a baby.  her name was sarah and she was kinda big for a baby but ok.  and also she has dark brown hair which makes us ponder...........our little lesbain love child!!!  then koysia thought we were really gay and called me and rach a "woman lover"  sometimes i wonder how stupid he really is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today at school fankly my dear i was pissed at nothing in particualr.  but my christopher made me a lovly cd and even labled it SEX MONKEY!!!  what a great kid.  when me and allison conquer the world well let him live.  liz thinks im mad at her lol well just let her htink that for the time being.  then i came home and took the longest walk ever.  bleh srupid guys in the cars.  ok aint got much to say mwah.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-90197769?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90197769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/90197769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90197769' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89972077</id><published>2003-03-01T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T18:15:50.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my Gord(tehehe jelly!).  I havent yet recieved IFTA thingys yet.  Leahly has.  i want it.   maybe they dont wnat me anymore.  maybe im not good enough.  MAYBE GASP THEY &lt;i&gt;SHUNNED &lt;/i&gt;ME!!!!   WHAT HAS LIFE COME TO? dunno babe.  *weeps uncontorably*  yesterday?? was it? it seems so far away... (just so u know whenever i say that carol king plays in my head).  but yes yesterday i wnet to allies.  with laura.  and casey.  and john.  yes it was a girlfest and john came.  poor boy.  he stayed longer then we thought.  all our other boys ditched us.  *glares at CHRISTOPHER , markus,vincent*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: yesterday i watched some ho movies&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: and me and you were in them, &lt;br /&gt;Warmfuzzy0: u said ho movies!&lt;br /&gt;Warmfuzzy0: i was like..not me!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: lol HOME HOME, my typing just sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my cousins!!!!  i miss them.  its funny i drive past their house everytime i go to dance but i havent seen them in *sigh* ages.  &lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm.  i have nothing to say.  i babysit tonight.  see,the problem with having younger siblings is that all the parents ask u to babysit for them.  this, does bring u alot of mula however the kids have no respect.  Since they are used to seeing me dragging myself out of bed and then sitting at the breakfast table with my headphones, falling asleep into my ceral at 3 in the afternoon, they seem to think i am not a responsible person.  well, they got that part right but its a secret.  and im a GOOD babysitter.  except for the time i had to call jelly about how to make pasta whenit was on the box.  but thats just once right???  and guess why i need the money???? NEW YORK NEW YORK.  *doing a little dance*  me and sexi lexi!!!!!!!!!!!! in like 18 days lex!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89972077?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89972077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89972077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89972077' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89473703</id><published>2003-02-20T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:32:51.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>danananannana ......MEGAN. *SIGH*   where is the sex monkey?????  i dunno. i need SM.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea and I used to have matching pajamas.  we would wear them as we sat on her pull out sofa,  fighting over the balnkets and who was worse at sleeping (we both talk, droll snore, HIT actaully thats only her). we would get bowls of choclate chips and apple juice and eat them to early in the mroning watching the princess bride and babysitters club movies.  thensleep till noon when her mom would bring us breakfast in bed.  i love mrs miner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89473703?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89473703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89473703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89473703' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89470390</id><published>2003-02-20T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:31:32.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was good, mostly.  my marde woke me up early tho.  i was having a........dream.  i need to tell laura, my wiggly little jelly bean, so we can interpert it.  then we went to some place to eat breakfast.  dont remember much, kinda sleeping.  altho i do remember be smooshed between my two brothers in the booth and andrew going,  look if u pop zits its like vegtable oil, and chralie, oh sorry CHAZZ  telling me about snot.  i started singing myself a little song to ignore them, cuz iwas about to eat and all, then i realised when i sing megan songs i should be a lil quieter.  then we came home and i went to bed and slept for a while. ahhhhh.  then i talked to my jell on the phone and we both decided wed be mad if there was school tomorrow and now there isnt HORAY!!  then i uhhhhhh hmm.  OH i read.  this awesome book called THE LOVLY BONES.   Rhea girl u gotta read it.  then i took a btah.  and fell asleep in the tub and woke up freezing cuz the water decided to be cold.  ick and i had shampoo in my eyes and svaing foam in my nose.  never sleep in the bathtub.  then i got out and went to a thingy.  then i came home and ate nasty dinner. actaully more liek fed my puppy nasty dinner.  then andy and i went to micky Ds cuz we had nasty dinner.  OH THE SQUIDGYNESS!!!  im faoming at the mouth.   NOT but i wanna see somebody do that.  its be so cool.  i wanna touch it.  actaully no i dont.  but i do...........  SHUT UP.  someitmes i piss myself off.  im just so...annoying.  MEH.   &lt;br /&gt;blame it all on my roots.  &lt;br /&gt;i showed up in boots. &lt;br /&gt; im the last one to know, &lt;br /&gt;the last one to show  &lt;br /&gt;last one u thought ud see there.  &lt;br /&gt;I wanna cowboy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know where to buy one?  OH i had an evil thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i just dont belong,but then ive been there before..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a cowboy... wanna learn to rope and ride, waering my six shooter riding my pony on the cattle drive!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is u getta wear boots.  and no body thinks ur wierd.  i aint got more to say so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89470390?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89470390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89470390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89470390' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89345204</id><published>2003-02-18T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T21:35:42.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> today jelly came over and we played with katie batie and the rest.  omg katie kept saying "megan uhave some big watermelons"  she five.  it was so funny.  yet slightly awkward.  i had to miss dance *sobs uncontroably*  but stareday i get to go for GASP SIX HOURS  *drooling*  sounds like a good time.  man ppl keep callin my house.  tell them to stop.  i hate when telemarketres call.  they alwaz go "are u responsible enough to make these decsioins"  i wnat to smack them.  of coarse im not.  im not responsible enough to decide what to wear in the mornings.  i didnt dry my hair. now i have uncontrolable ringlets of frizz.  can we say EW.  aprently so , ppl do alot.  u guys make me sad.  am i really that immature ppl?  so i like to have fun and play with kids and kids toys.  but does that make me iummature?  and if it does does that make me a bad person?  we're having so much snow.  ahhhhhh.  if this eats in to IFTA time megans gonna have to kick someone.  i cant survive without ifta.  im addicted.  *crazed look*  i need dance, and LEAH, and somehting to do with my life.  guess what?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89345204?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89345204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89345204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89345204' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89281540</id><published>2003-02-17T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T22:48:40.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i typed out a whole post and POOF its disapered.   guess what peoples?  it snowed.  yup.  alot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEGANS LIST OF SNOWDAY FUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;watch movies &lt;/i&gt;  currently i've watched pretty woman, the other sister, and the little mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;long baths&lt;/i&gt; actaully this one i decided i needed when i ran my fingers through my hair and got like a hnad ful of grease.  gross i know and im sure you guys are all making vows to never touch my hair again but its clean now... i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;rearange room&lt;/i&gt;  i kinda stopped halfway thruohg and just have a mess,  wow that sounds normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;force you family to play games with you &lt;/i&gt; risk and password.  muhahaha, over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;steal your fmailys valetnine chocalte.&lt;/i&gt; yes everyone but megan got some this year and so i was forced to take some from the other people trapped in the house with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you've been inside too much when, while talking on the phone you both start laughing at things five year olds would say.  sorry jelly but no matter how "wierd" i am that conversation was ...odd....   and so was our laughing at it.  not the fact that we laughed but they way we laughed.  I'm tellin ya... when i get old i'm gonna need therapy because of you.  you and rhea.  lol sorry ray ray.  what a messed up life i lead.  love ya all you freaks.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89281540?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89281540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89281540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89281540' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89126461</id><published>2003-02-14T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T22:41:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok yesterday well, lets just say i was tired and freaked out.  and leave it at that.  today was fairly good even tho it is the most loathed day in my world.  liz (bernat)  came over after school and helped me make cookies as we listned to MC HAMMER.  fin fun fun.  then we helped liz (nappi) decortate andys room.  more fun.  then babysitting, tiring but fun.  lol one of the little boys asked me to be his valentinte and then feel asleep in my lap.  it so SO cute.  but then he drooled. and ti got on my pants.  not so cute anymore.  hair fasinates me.  i stare at it and stare at it.  has anyone noticed,. its probably wierd or somehting.  but its so intresting........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89126461?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89126461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89126461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89126461' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89065518</id><published>2003-02-13T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T20:55:58.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u guys im scared.  i mean im sure they are overreactinmg  but really.  so you guys if we survive this week thats great.  God bless you all and know i love you.  and i dont think anythings going to happen but if it does, just know we got the Lord on our side.  mucho amor. ~megan marie waring &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89065518?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89065518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89065518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89065518' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-89008348</id><published>2003-02-12T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T21:35:00.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went ot the dentist and then the mall.  at the mall i bought what i needed most.  underwear!!!!  lol i got some briefs and am so happy i did.  do u know how COMFORTABLE those things are???  almost like not waering underwaer.  *scandalous thoughts*  as sarah would say it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;RISKA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i know its not spelled that way but its our word now and we can spell it however we want.  right sarah? RIGHT!    dance sarah not the boz. lol shes a silly girl who hates her bday.  guess what everyone?? BOZ IS FIFTEEN!! wow thats old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to leahs question!  YES I am SO coming to IFTA!! i wouldnt miss it for the world.  but teheheheh i got EXCEMPT fomr the auditions.  LOL my teacher is the auditoin master and she was lik e"nope u dont have to try out ur automatically in the HIGHEST class"  i felt special then.  so ur by urself for that babe.  tap 3 and jazz3.  and televison.  but i dont think im taking guitar. i ahve NO muscial talent and i wanna take photography.  but three classes and lunch is good right?? (wanna hear some thing silly i acidently typed pornograhpy instead of photography that be a silly class to take)   so thats ifta for ya leah ( u know ur nmame domest work as well with the Ys) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i typed a long post and then my comp shut off so im trying to hurry up and type this one in case it does it again.  does anyone use KAZAA??? it wont work anymore.  for me at leats. love y amucho!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-89008348?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89008348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/89008348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89008348' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88887892</id><published>2003-02-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T21:47:31.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate losing my quote from my profiels but im changing it so heres one i wanna keep.  from leah:&lt;br /&gt; ....That is, unless u have ripped off all ur clothes to see if you actually do, in fact, feel "free", to only realize that u just feel naked, cold and incredibly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very nice.  i feel... wierd.  as if floating.  so im not going to write about now.  were going to have a flahsback.  ready??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a dance rehearsal.  driving home with rachel,sarah, and chelli (NO ONE ELSE SHOWED UP) and we stopped at a gas sation.  rachel started doing the sprinkler inside the store camera and we laughed as ppl stared at her strange.  Sarah kept telling me this guy in a hood was going to like pull a gun on us and chelli bought us food and looked at us wierd.  she thinks were dorks.  ah these moments are those worth living for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommoorrow is boz's bday.  happy 15! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88887892?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88887892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88887892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88887892' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88624599</id><published>2003-02-05T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T21:40:03.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i .....slept!!!! i tend to be doing that more and more.  like i take a nap every other day.  sleep calls me and comforts me.  its like an old friend.  i hate leaving it and i cant stand not having it.  sleep is the quintessence of my exsistance.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88624599?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88624599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88624599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88624599' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88566839</id><published>2003-02-04T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T21:55:49.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i had DANCE then i got hyper and ran around acting wierd.  this may have scared some of u and i apoligize. dance reactivates me.  u shoulkd see me there.  i like jump around and then get in a serious mood and then jump around again. lol she put us in partners to learn this one step and rachel and i would do it and then scream or whoop and make noise.  tapping makes noise anyways and then we were making more.  sadie was like "my neighboors are gonna think im killing u".  then when we were streching ally kept making me laugh cause my side to cramp up from the position we were in.  i think sandie was getting mad.  oh well.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88566839?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88566839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88566839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88566839' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88503890</id><published>2003-02-03T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T20:32:21.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was  a bad day.  i slept alot of it away.  the weekend was good.  i went to my aunties.  lol my mom keeps telling me i HAVE to call her AUNT sarah instead of just sarah.  but whenever i do she goes "yes neice megan?"  her house is so cool.  its way out in the country and no ones around and there are these feilds you can walk in and feel like youre the only person on earth.  plus, since her husbands at war its just girls which means no showers,or shaving, or bras.  its all good.  you have to eat ice cream out of the contianer and for some reason cleaning is fun.  she plays random music and dances to it and is just crazy.  then u watch scary movies intill late at night when i go to sleep on her couch.  lol i kept coughing so she came out and tried to give me medicine, and tho i dont remember this she says i kept yelling at her "i dont do drugs go away".  then we went to her chruch and this random guy kept hugging me, but w/e, it didnt really bother me.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88503890?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88503890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88503890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88503890' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88304598</id><published>2003-01-30T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T22:12:22.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehh...... yesterday , i was coming home from lauras and i totaly wiped out on the steps(tho shes says she didnt see me) and now my arm hurst alot.  today me and rachle were tapping and she was like let me show you the dance i made up.  and then she procedes to do a intreprtive tap dance.  i have never seen any thing that was close to it before.  shes so crazy.  i dont know where shes gets it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88304598?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88304598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88304598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88304598' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88190964</id><published>2003-01-28T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T21:30:40.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance today.  wasnt that great.  i felt bad and coughed the whole time.  and all the dances I KNOW i couldnt rememeber.  i mean ive done them 84 thousand times yet phhhhhtttttttt.  my feet hurt then.  so i soaked them ahhhhhhh.  today was the last day of journalism and lexi missed it.  jeeze oh man.  and then the firedrill in the COLDNESS.  and then spanish exam.  bleh and science where i blew up at everyone.  i would apoligize but none of thsoe ppl read this but man they were pissing me off.  and if one more person calls me a "dumb blonde"  i will kill them.  im not that blonde, and i AM NOT DUMB.  i am a smart person who is just a little off. leave me alone.  i want to hurt somone! any volenteers?   my head hurts im coughing my lungs out and i cant wait intill the four day weekedn.  if it snows tomorrow i will be mad.  i WANT that weekend.  i can taste it.  im going to my aunts to revitalize.  i need that so bad right now.  if there was ever a time to need mi tia it is now.  school tomorrow plz plz plz.  now i must go do homework.  bleh &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88190964?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88190964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88190964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88190964' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88130106</id><published>2003-01-27T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T20:55:51.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>babysat a few days ago.  actaully a couple times. i cna now offically go to NY i got enough money!  so after the kids were in bed i had some time to kill so i started watching Steel Magnolias which i had seen once before when i was like eight.  that movie is sad.  i was crying.  the five year old boy came down (he couldnt sleep) and sat in my lap at the very end.  so i leaned on him and cried and then i realise hes crying too.  so i was like "whats wrong" and he was like "i dont know but sometimes tears make me feel good"  and we cried together long after the credits had finished and then he feel asleep in my lap.  he was so right.  i felt so much better.  all the shit thats been building up, which i couldnt begin to explain, felt like it was gone, and even tho im sick, and have all these midterms,  im fine, and i know im fine and that makes life good.  sometimes five year olds know best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childhood flashback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to live on a caldisack (spelling way off).  in the middle we would play hockey, or football, or soccer, just just rollerblade and ride our bikes.  we (the neighboorhood kids) had a fort in the woods we all shared.  we were allowed to enter other peoples houses with out knocking.  and at least twice a day in the summer we would all gather outside to play come to my den.  then we would sit on the porches and wiat till it was dark to catch fireflies and to play hide and seek in the dark.  everything was safe.  and everyone knew everyone.  i keep thinking how many people have that?  why dont we?    when we grow up i say we start our own caldisacks.  i miss mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88130106?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88130106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88130106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88130106' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-88017004</id><published>2003-01-25T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T15:34:36.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so tired.  i slept intill 2:15 today and then only got up cuz i was hungry.  and i went to bed by 11 i swear.  i still am thinking of crawling into bed for the rest of the day.  or bathe.  hmm.  sleep or be clean?  i shall proabably choose the later b/c i have to babysit tonight and i dont wnat them to look at me funny for smelling.  maybe ill take a bath.  play sarah mclaclaghn ( the only acceptable bath music) and read and have bubbles.  oh that sounds so nice and cozy doenst it?  lets do that!  first however, i must wiat becuase everytime i try to get off line i recieve a message stating " we are trying to send an email please wiat intill it has been sent" hurry it up!  ahhh im like fallng asleep on the keyboard.  God please protect the kids tonight, I'll proabably either be bitchy or long gone in the world of dreams.  I've been having some wierd ones latly... however i won't share them with u, you'll get false ideas.  my life needs some imporving, it is boring me, i like the drama in my life.  lol thats a song i think?? maybe i'm  making it up. sounds like something i would do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childhood flashback &lt;br /&gt;i have recieved a black eyesmany time but most beofre the age of four however i did recieve one later in life, and i gave it to myself.  see, at the time POGS were very big.  anyone remeber them? and they made bigger ones so that you could play the game (which i have forgotten how to play) well, i was amazing at this game and had a huge metal pog on a necklace.  it was about a centimter thick and heavey, and about as large as a clementine.  and i loved it.  i wore it everywear.  i also liked to swing it in circles while still wearing it.  so as u can imagine i was talking to this boy who lived next door.  i started swinging it all nonchalant, trying to act cool, and BAM i smack myself in the eye with it.  the boy starts laughing hystrecally and i run home crying.  when i tell my mom what happened she laughed to.  poor me, in so  much pain and everyone laughed at me.  i was like seven.  it devolpoed into a black eye.  wheni went to school i told everyone i got it beating some kid up so they all wouldnt think i was brave.  but then the stupid kid next door told them all the truth.  i hate that kid where ever he is.  *shaking fist* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-88017004?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88017004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/88017004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88017004' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87973801</id><published>2003-01-24T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T15:34:56.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello kiddies!!!  very often latly ive been feeling immature.  yup.  young and childish.  im reading "the devine secrets of the ya ya sisterhood"  my God its good.   good books make the world a better place.  but this one kinda makes me feel sad cause these people have such a wonderful friendship.  they have their own little family and are always there.  and i want that.  i mean yea i have laura.  and she knows me better then i know me.  and then rhea knows all about my ....... not so normal past self.  but toehr then that am i really gonna know the same people i know now when I'm 30??   and does anyone really know me right now?  i mean  truly know me.  very few.  its kinda depressing ya know?  in history weve been talking baout the hindu religion, and no im not converting but i really like one of their ideas.  the theroy of impermance, that nothing will last forever, that in 1000 years nothing that is here now will be.  everything changes.  and nothing stays the way it is.  so think of all the stuff right now thats SO important.  homework chores, parents, all that shit.  yea its important but thats not all there is to life.   no ones going to rememeber in 50 years if u had the perfect dress for sadies or if you passed your spanish midterm.  so whats important is living out your life.  so that when death comes around you dont regret your life.   and it scares me to death because am i going to have regrets?? i mean theres so much i wnat to do yet who knows when time will end.  will i have loved enough people? would they have known it?  will they give a damn?  im not saying i want to be famous or some one in history books, but i dont want to die knowing i didnt live to my fullest.  so yea, I'm studing for all the midterms, and practicing for tap, and tyring to make my parents stop bitching at  me yet i keep thinking why? when you question things too much you doubt it all.  im confused and lonly.  also does anyone know exactly what color my hair is?  cuz i cnat figure it out............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87973801?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87973801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87973801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87973801' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87933281</id><published>2003-01-23T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T21:40:21.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*hyperenataliting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;HAS&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *spit it out megan!* &lt;br /&gt;PUT A LIMIT ON CHOCLATE MILK!!!!!!!!!!! *faints*    &lt;br /&gt;"megan megan are u ok?"&lt;br /&gt;no no iam not.  my choclate milk.  God invented that stuff for me.  how can she take it away.  one glass a day.  one!!!!!!!  shhh today i snuck two! how am i gonna live????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im sure im "overeracting" but really i LOVE that stuff. today i had a great moment while drinking it.  i was wtahcing friends, and drinking it and reading a book from laura and felt so content.  i love that feeling and rarly get it.  see it make me happy.  my earlest "content" memory, and this isnt saying im not ahppy im just saying theres a vertain feeling thats special.  was when i was ten driving home from play practice ( the xmas story) and it started to snow.  and rachel was two and feel asleep on me while we drove.  aw she wanst a brat then.  she used to tell me i was her "bestest friend".  i wnat that rachel back!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87933281?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87933281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87933281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87933281' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87839097</id><published>2003-01-22T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T08:36:10.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh  so bored in journalism.  i dont actually think im allowed to do this while in school but screw them right?  we just finished our daily trip upstiars to try to see braden.  how many times do we actually see the kid? never.  not once have we seen himwhen we go up there.  yet we dutifully do everyday.  look how loyal lexi is and how bored i am to go along with her.  this kid eugene is wierd.  he wont talk to me now.  how sad.  there are four boys in thisclass. FOUR. in english there are FIVE . o0o0o one more.  i need the break.  hurry up hurry up.  we have like half an hour left.  who invented this class?  we sit around and do ...... NOTHING.  the teacher is a drunk and me and lexi  are bored outof our minds! i hate this keyboard.  all the keys stick and i haveto like stab them to make it work.  it proabably has taken me longer to write one sentance then a wholepost.  arent u glad im so devoted?  actaully ive decided im not THAT devoted.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87839097?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87839097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87839097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87839097' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87837306</id><published>2003-01-22T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T07:39:59.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is what a semster in journalism has created.  my articles on Alexa.  I like them.  they were fun to write.  so without father adu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa’s Difficulties&lt;br /&gt;By Megan Waring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today, October 23,2002 Alexa Uhrig has sadly lost the use if her voice.  She has been ill for a while and now it seems to have taken its toll.  Although a wise adviser suggested that she stay home until she was better and perhaps coming to school every day for two weeks straight while sick wasn’t the best idea, no one ever listens to Megan Waring.  Very sad I know.  However this young lady is very strong willed and refused to listen to Megan.  So for two weeks she has stuck it out at the torture chambers of Madison High School.  She has refrained from getting too close to anyone and even from kissing her boyfriend although that may not just be because she is sick.  But now the worst has come.  Her voice is lost and she only speaks in a whisper.   Every now and then she speaks in her deep man like voice but that is rare.  I try to understand what she says as her mouth forms the words “ I can’t even talk to my incredibly sexy boyfriend Paul Hanna.” Well, it seems as if the disease has also screwed up Lex’s brain because of this misguided statement.   Maybe it is an incredible blessing that we no longer have to suffer from the droning on of this talkative person.  She only says what she has to now and all the crap is cut out.  It’s also very hard for her to protest against this article because she can’t talk.  She has funny noises she makes now which she calls “sighs”.  Again I watch carefully to understand these words “Bananas are mushy and gross”, wait wait no I think she really said “you don’t appreciate talking until you can’t”.  Well wasn’t that deep?  So lets hope she recovers other wise she can always use her voice to do the exsorsist two because that’s what she sounds like. Her finall words are “Megan is a genios I should have listened to her.”  How right she is.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 2002&lt;br /&gt;	Alexa sat at the computer decked out in her newsies costumes typing intently on her movie review.  She rubbed her eye and her contact fell out.  “Agh”  It was kinda gross but we’ve all seen contacts before and as long as you ignored it it was okay.  Borrowing a mirror and some drops she shoved it back in her eye.  Contacts are a pain. Chewing on blue gum and exclaiming, “I look like a guy,” she scares a lot of people.  She scratches he r nose and narrates “ My nose itches I feel like poo.”  Once again glancing in the mirror she returns to typing.  Her fingers race across the board as she types, deletes, and retypes where she mess up.  This seems to be happing a lot.  Maybe there is something wrong with her.  One can only speculate.    Yes well as interesting as she is I must return to studying for HISTORY TEST. Ahhhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 6, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Once more sitting at the computer she is today dressed in more normal clothes.  A sweater and jeans keep her warm because its always so freaking cold in this building.  Her hair is down and it smells good.  Recently she convinced me to cut my own.  As in I cut it.  Only about an inch or maybe even not that much is gone but I miss it.  tear tear    Anyway back to Lex.  She continues to tell me stories about her beloved Paul.  I think she thinks that I care.  (JK)  She also informs me that I am annoying and mean.  Thanks Lex Thanks a lot.  I truly do not care and find it amusing to hear such remarks.  She intently is trying to make her Enimem cd play in the cd player.  I enjoy his music but what I enjoy the most is mentioning it in my house.  Andrew my brother likes it to as well as my younger brother.  My dad has one comment on him  “He’s a punk.”  I find that hysterical.   Alexa plays soccer.  They win.  Once I played soccer for a whole season.  I was about four.  I loathed it.  I would spend the hour or so skipping up and down the field picking flowers.  Although this was fun I’d rather not have had to do it with many people watching me.  Sometimes I would sob before the games.  However I received a trophy, which is displayed, in my room.  Other failed sports.   I swam for a season.  I wasn’t very good and I disliked it but this kid swam and so in my own little world of first grade common sense I would swim so I could talk to him.  However one day at practice he tried to kiss me and so I decided I didn’t want to swim anymore.  I played little league and enjoyed that but only played for two seasons.  Then when I was eleven I started softball again.  We had a horrible season.  We lost every game but tied one.  However I have a felling that they let us tie because my cousin played on that team.  Also I did karate in forth grade and was actually ok at it.  However I didn’t like it so I quit.  When I went to inform the teacher I quit he informed me I had moved up to the next level.  Then I wasn’t so sure I wanted to quit but I don’t think he would have let me back in the class.  I have taken dance for a total of eight years however I had to quit and then start up again every time I moved so although I still do it and enjoy it a lot I’m not as good I as I should be. &lt;br /&gt;Back to lex.  She chews gum constantly lately.  In fact I doubt there is a time in the last month I’ve  seen her with out it in her mouth.  Thankfully she chews it well and isn’t like a cow.  She tells me about how she dreams to see an emimmen m concert and how once in a commercial she saw his muscles flexed (GASP).  Wopw great conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 26, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa spins in her chair as she plays eminem music.  Not mush has changed in her life since lastr entry.  She and paul are still going out although now his hair is RED!!!!!  She has now deiced however im gross cause I pierced my belly button with a safety pin.  Secretly I think shes just jealous.  Decked out in Madison colors and ribbons in her hair   She wont do anything with me tomorrow and everyone else is leaving.   I think she just doesn’t appreciate me enough to hang out with me.  I mean hello? I’m the coolest person in the world.  Does she not know there is a line to hang out with me?  Yet she turns down the opportunity.  Can you say LOSER!  Ok short article got only five minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 13&lt;br /&gt;	Wow another day, another boyfriend.  Now we have moved on to Braden but Megan actually likes this one and approves of him greatly.  Maybe Lexi has FINALLY found some taste in guys. COUGHcharliefooCOUGH.  I am bored and unhappy but Lex seems as perky as ever.  Journalism sucks.  Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;	My hair is falling out.  However this is not about me this is about *heavenly music*  Alexa.   She types intently her fingers clicking across the board.  I really like the way keyboards sound.  Its like comforting? I don’t know, maybe I’m weird.  Ok ok back to Alexa.  She writes about cloning which I already know about and don’t care but she informs me and depresses me.  The world is evil.  No one cares about anyone else anymore.  Whatever happened to people respecting human life?  I mean let’s think about it people.  Killing many people just so one person MIGHT live is crazy. And stupid.  Aborting millions of babies just because they are “inconventant” is crazy. And stupid.  Threating to kill us with their nuclear weapons ( lets not point any elbows NORTH KOREA) is crazy and stupid especially cause we’ll kick their ass.  So hmm what have we learned today?! Only that the world, and the people in it are crazy and stupid.  Now let’s all go home and hide in our hovels fearing the fact that if you walk out on the street, you might actually come in contact with human life.  GASP SHOCK AHHH.   How dare it come to happen that there are other people in this world.  Other then yourselves and the few people who you come in contact with.  You know what you never see?  Families happily playing at the parks together.  I mean I remember every Sunday me and my family would head to a playground and picnic for lunch there.  No body does that.  Life has gone high-tech and lost all it’s value.  I mean today everything revolves around Tv and the Internet, sex, drugs, violence.  This is an Armageddon of human kind.  And Lexi so what if I’m depressing, I’m looking at it how it is.  Crazy, Stupid, and Crappy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 13&lt;br /&gt;	Bananas are mushy and gross. They are really stringy.  I think textures are important to me.  I don’t enjoy things that are weird feeling.  Like texture wise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Atheists can have their own beliefs. But what’s stupid is when they try to enforce their WRONG beliefs on others.  You know what.  We have proof there is God.  It’s called faith babes. Actually I take that back.  You can’t be babes I only call that to people who aren’t annoying me.  And I’m not saying all atheists annoy me.  Just the ones who tell me my religion is wrong.   Hello what was the keyword there??? MY.  As in My choice.  As in I decide and you decide and if you don’t chose the same as me fine but don’t insult me because of my choices.  &lt;br /&gt;	There’s this group of people and they say aliens made us.  Come on now.  ALIENS.   Yea that sounds believable.  So let’s pretend, just for a second, that we were created by aliens *rolling eyes* who created the aliens?? Other aliens? Right………. FREAKS.  Actually I want to be opened minded and if this is really what you believe ok sounds fun.  However it sounds ridiculous to me if you don’t mind me saying so.  And if you do mind, sucks for you.  Life sucks.  Has any one else noticed this??? LIFE SUCKS.  I wanted to sleep today.  Not get up.  Just sleep.  Forever.  Or at least in till I wasn’t tired anymore.  Lex has a cyst.  She needs surgery.  It’s cancerous.  She just won’t be safe and get it tested.  Lexi I’ll come to your funeral.  Once I was in gym and Laura Wacklosiki planned my funeral.  I was like okkkkk……………….       Thanks so much I love it when people tell me I’m going to die.  Bump de dump dum.  That was silly.  It made us laugh.  Yeah, we’re dorks.  I have a harp.  I play around Lexi and Brady.  Maybe I should change the spelled to Bradi so they match.  No that’s kinda femine.  Maybe Bradys kinda girly.  TEHEHEHEHEH my harp goes barrroouuummmmp.   Alexa is being a dorkus.  Stupid head.  Idiot.  Imbecile.  Dweeb.  BARROOUUUMMMMP….. sillyness.  Silly is a fruity word.  Guess where I got it??? Christopher!!! He’s silly when he says silly.  TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After note:  I would just like to add that Alexa (lol this whole articulate has had nothing to do with her)  Just said “Write about my butt!”  No thanks Lexi.  Although I’m sure it’s lovely it really doesn’t interest me.  I do not sound like Paul I am just not happy right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring boring boring.  We should head out on a walk soon.  I’m bored! And we still have like an hour left. Ahhh.  Lexis list:&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Grade- Kurt Gentile &lt;br /&gt;Fifth grade- Daniel Wilsoin, Kurt gentile&lt;br /&gt;Sixth grade- Zach rowlinsin (twice)&lt;br /&gt;Seventh-_Zach Rowlinisin, David Woolstoin, Twitty, Justin &lt;br /&gt;Eighth grade- Charlie Fu (twice), Alex Burner, Twitty &lt;br /&gt;Ninth grade- John Scott, Paul Hanna, Braden Jeager  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow look I only approve of two of them.  John and Brady.   Hmm lets see how it turns &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87837306?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87837306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87837306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87837306' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87803954</id><published>2003-01-21T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T17:01:19.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mother is trying to drive me insane.  today i was sitting at the table reading a magazine.  yes a siucking but fasanting teen magizine.  and she comes in and starts talking to me, not that thats horrible but i just wnated her to be quiet, i really didnt care about what she was saying. &lt;br /&gt;"i have to scheduale an appiontment for u to get some shots"&lt;br /&gt;"ok then"&lt;br /&gt;"arent u upset?"&lt;br /&gt;"nope" &lt;br /&gt;"why not u hate shots"&lt;br /&gt;"no i dont"&lt;br /&gt;"who does?"&lt;br /&gt;"charlie" &lt;br /&gt;"charlie..." here she sounds lost so i look up.  she looks confused. &lt;br /&gt;"charlie as in ur third child.  as in the ten year old boy that lives here"&lt;br /&gt;"oh yes.  well dont u hate shots too?"&lt;br /&gt;"not really"  notice my short answers hping she'll let me be.&lt;br /&gt;"but they hurt, they stab u with a needle"&lt;br /&gt;"look are u trying to make me not wnat to a get a shot?"&lt;br /&gt;"no i just..."&lt;br /&gt;"im going downstairs"&lt;br /&gt;"FINE"  wow.  she is going insane.  dance was cancled. i am depressed.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87803954?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87803954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87803954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87803954' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87760877</id><published>2003-01-20T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T21:51:04.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> i have a feeling todays might be long, bear with me.  today i was forced to have my pictures taken.  so i come upstairs and my mom looks at me and goes "put your hair down"  &lt;br /&gt;and i respond "it's too poofy"&lt;br /&gt;"i dont care put it down"&lt;br /&gt;"mom I'm serios it's like a bad 80s style" &lt;br /&gt;"megan i really dont have time for this put it down."&lt;br /&gt;"but..."&lt;br /&gt;"megan..."  she has a way to say it as if my name is a dirrty word.  I go put it down.  it poofs out like a clowns. we get there and are wiating to have these ppl take my picture. &lt;br /&gt;"umm megan?"&lt;br /&gt;"what?" I am slightly agrivated. &lt;br /&gt;"it's just that well.."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"you hair.."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT"  my vocabularry had deminished.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, its very ... very..."&lt;br /&gt;"poofy mom?  is my hair POOFY?"&lt;br /&gt;"yea thats it."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sorry I thought i told you that."  this was not siad kindly.&lt;br /&gt;"Dont take that tone with me."&lt;br /&gt;"sorry" i look away so i don't get glared at.  about five mintues later.&lt;br /&gt;"megan put it up."&lt;br /&gt;"cant"&lt;br /&gt;"why not? it was up before do it again."  deep breaths megan, this lady gavce birth to you, she puts up with your shit, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;"i dont have a hair tie."  i say this quickly so that no menaess drips out.  &lt;br /&gt;"Your so so ....."&lt;br /&gt;"difficult?"&lt;br /&gt;"why dont you just sit quietly?"&lt;br /&gt;"good idea."  that woman..... i TOLD her it was poofy.  yet it is my fault that somehow her genes got screwed up and gave me the clown hair.  UGH    then we go to a toy store to buy a present for one of rachels friends.  while there is ee the cooolest thing ever.  new playdopugh.  it looks cooler.  so i asked my mom for it forgetinge whole mad about the hair thing.  her face got red (yea we both do that) and she sucks in air kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"cuz its cool..."&lt;br /&gt;"why cant you be normal?  not so IMMATURE?  why cnat you act like a regular 14 yr old?"&lt;br /&gt;"sorry" i started backing away slightly hurt. &lt;br /&gt;"playdough.  rachel doesnt even ask me for playdough anymore.  are you sure your not messed up?"  backing away more, hit display knock things over.&lt;br /&gt;"MEGAN" her voice had kinda a evilsih note to it.  like i was about to die.  like she would strike me with thunder from the sky.  &lt;br /&gt;"umm can i go wiat in the car?"&lt;br /&gt;"i dont know are you gonna hide and honk at ppl to scare them?" ok that was when i was 10! let it go!  but i slunk out to the car feeling stupid and sad.  i sat quietly untill we gto to the dentist.  i hate the denstist.  i dont like the toothbrush thingys.  the things that like vibrate in your mouth?  it feel so wierd.  when it happens i kinda clench my hands and dig at my stomah.  it worries the dentist lady.  turns out i have two cavities.  my mother is not a happy lady.  but sercretly im kinda glad, i like the stuff they give you.  then i went and hung out at alexandras. LOL does anyone call her that? we played hide and seek.  i guess i am immature.  but its funner that way.  so sorry more fun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I love babies.  they are so innocent and trusting. they dont know the world is evil.  they play with your hair and suck your fingers and laugh when you blow on their bellies.   they dont care that you arent perfect only that you love them.  babaies are uncorruted human beings.  ppl should stay babies longer.  or at least children.   i mean todays kids become not kids so soon.  ohh i sound old.  sorry. that hard being so immature liek me!!!!!!!!!  love ya all.  stay true to yourselves even when your mothers dont like you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87760877?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87760877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87760877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87760877' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87708960</id><published>2003-01-19T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T22:52:59.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i just posted but its a writing day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The things that make life worthwhile&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cholate milk&lt;br /&gt;spinning&lt;br /&gt;babies&lt;br /&gt;TAPPING &lt;br /&gt;red toe nails&lt;br /&gt;bare feet &lt;br /&gt;warmness after snow&lt;br /&gt;talking till the phone dies&lt;br /&gt;having your little sister "fix" your hair while messing it up even more&lt;br /&gt;inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;stealing golf carts&lt;br /&gt;baths&lt;br /&gt;candles&lt;br /&gt;blogs!&lt;br /&gt;my doggie&lt;br /&gt;scaring people ( i like to stare at my mom and mouth words at her while shes driving it freaks her out) &lt;br /&gt;talkign baout your slef in third person &lt;br /&gt;friends (the show) &lt;br /&gt;ten mark shoes&lt;br /&gt;journals&lt;br /&gt;music &lt;br /&gt;ppl who actaully spend the time to read this shit!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87708960?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87708960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87708960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87708960' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87705803</id><published>2003-01-19T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T21:37:01.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh on the subject of the eighteenth, lets ignore that, or at leats not ask me about it.  I'm a big girl and have gottenover it!!! yea for megan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: nuhns dont care what YOU like &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: or rabbits&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: and since i am the first rabbit nuhn &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: i dont care if u like it or not &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: well then i will have no choice but to...&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: KILL YOU&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: not if i kill u first!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: *pushes*&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ohh i pushed u &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: *shoves*&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: ohh i shoved you&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: *slap*&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: *bitch slap*&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: *bites*&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: *bites leg*&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: no that was mine!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: NO BITING DURING SEX SCENES&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: * while laughing shoves in to lake*&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: nm&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: not a lake&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: hmm &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: VOLCANO&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ur burning hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: *allie emerges from volcano a mutnat*  EW&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ur gross looking &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: SAVE ME &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: AHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: well i will shove you into the freezing cold ocean and you will drown and die of hyperthemria&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ur ugly now tho &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: NEVER&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ill die pretty............&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: i was always ugly so MUHAHAHAH i have beat you once again!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: 30 years later they found my body and unfroze it &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: and killed you because you were so ugly!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: and i find u a mangled old lady &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: and i took ur cane&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: anbd hit u with it &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: TAKE THAT OLD HAG &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: and i pushed your frozen body down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: im unfrozen now idiot&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: they thawed me out &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: duh!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ugly mutant girl!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: no before they had a chance to unfreeze you! stupid idiot&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: but i get up from the stairs and hide in the coner and when u come down i rip off my frozen arm and thrwo it at u &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: lallalalala I CANT HEAR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: HAHAHHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: that was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: YOUR FROZEN ARM! &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: oh god thats too good!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: does this mean i won?&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: no it means you are &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: FUNNY LOOKING!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: armless&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: YOUR THE MUTANT&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: and an armless loser freak&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ur skin hangs off u &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: and is ugly colored&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: megans a loser freak loser freak yaya oh shes a loser freak loser freak ya ya&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: well you are green w/ yellow spots&lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: take that!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: SHUT UP SHUT UP *throws other arm* &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: look what u made me do?&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: now i have NO arms&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: dweeb &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: whats ur problem &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: I SAW YOUR FACE THATS WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ohhh well if i had any arms left id punch u for that one &lt;br /&gt;wishy A 123: well you cant so i will just kick you instead&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: AHHH&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: ur kicking the poor armless frozen lady &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: thats just mean &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: the other rabbit nuhns attack u &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: they are biting ur mangled flesh &lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: and eating u&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: mmmm allie is GOOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87705803?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87705803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87705803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87705803' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87700600</id><published>2003-01-19T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T19:24:42.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont sleep anymore.  I'm serious.  I lay there staring into the abiss and long for sleep.  but it doesnt come. everynow and then i cry, for other reasons, but that just gives me a headache.  then i go to school tired.  anyone notice?  maybe not,  i try not to act tired (see  previos posts)  cuz i dislike being called names,  i bet as you read this your smirking and thinking "megans such a bitch" yea well, this isnt a surprise to me.  i counted one day.  i got called a bitch 13 times, without pmsing.  and many people told me they hated me ( mostly chris tho, isnt he nice?)  so anyways, i dont sleep.  i listen to musci but that deosnt work, i try to count things but thats just gay.  so i just dont sleep.  sometimes i will for like an hour.  then i fall asleep in random places, math, my brothers wrestling match,. EW that was gross. half naked boys jumping on each other.  SWEATING on each other.  grabbing each others balls!!!!!!!!!!  yes, that did actaully happen.  it was like a breeding ground for homosexualls.  and MYBROTHER was part of it.  ahh.   AHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87700600?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87700600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87700600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87700600' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87664366</id><published>2003-01-18T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T22:54:05.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to the people out there who this is amimed at (and you will know if you are one of them) jokes are jokes.   but you have taken yours way to far.  you were out of line and that was stupid.  amd to the one of you who claimed " they dragged me into it"   do you not have your own mind? can you not use it?  you are a very intelligent person, even I will give you that, so if you didn't wnat to do something then why did you?  maybe you were just too whipped.  maybe the two of you can't think for yourselves anymore.  and you know what you guys shoulda stopped it a while before i figured out.  and you know i heard evrything you siad dont you? learn to hang up the phone properly dears.  and seriosuly i thought we were closer than close.  i can not descirbe to you how worried i was.  and sure i know your going to be like " oh it was just a joke "  but jokes stop when you guys are hurting people.  so I'm sure you;ve had your fun.  and to answer the question that you have made eighty people ask me, yea i still "love" you but i cna't see me talking to you guys anytime soon.  grow up.  and i know i am not the best person to tell people to grow up but really GROW UP.  i am also aware that you are probably thinking that i'm "overeracting"  but am i?  I mean i was about to make people come see if you were ok,  i was about to rush to your side.....  that was a bitchy thing to do.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87664366?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87664366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87664366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87664366' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87621204</id><published>2003-01-17T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T21:58:27.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*SIGH*  my mother asked me if i was a lesbain. I was like "WHAT?" and she goes " well all your friends seem to have boyfriends and you dont so I was wondering...."  and i was like " umm no mom boys just dont like me  and no one has asked me out."  and she goes " well I'm sure thats not it,  do u push them away?"  and i go "proabbaly mom everytime they come near me i scream and cover my virgin eyes"  and she goes "well then stop doin that"  sometimes i think she needs a lesson in sarcasm.  we should shun her.  Throw jewish hotdogs at her.  i wnat ice cream.  i like ornage sherbert with chcoalte chips.  sounds wierd tastes exceleent.  tomorrow ( whihc intill that kid chris ( now only to be called that kid)  told me the correct way to speell it i swera it was tomarrow.  whew)  but  tomrrow i get to TEACH a tap class. thats right babes.  as in Megan in charge and tapping.  Jealous?? oh you know it.  that kid got me addicted to  his little rap shit thats not even THAT good but oddly is.  today i went to Lizs. neat .  isnt it?  it is . &lt;br /&gt; *rollign eyes* &lt;br /&gt; dont roll ur eyes at me young lady&lt;br /&gt; *shut up*  &lt;br /&gt;dont say that!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;* throwing shoes*&lt;br /&gt; ow that was a heel.  &lt;br /&gt;*sucks for you* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87621204?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87621204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87621204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87621204' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87492019</id><published>2003-01-15T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-15T15:15:46.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DSM857: the jewish hhotdogs&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: are pure meat&lt;br /&gt;DSM857: anbd blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL they bless the hotdogs!!! I hate hotdogs blessed or unblessed but thats silly and cool.  Shunned is a cool word.  i like it.  How dare you shun me???   tehehehehehhehe.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87492019?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87492019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87492019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87492019' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87433409</id><published>2003-01-14T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T15:15:48.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i have dance!!!! yay i love that class i love tapping and the chian of fools dance.  *sighs*  i love  my dance people too. they rock my socks off. today was boring as hell.  come on people!!make life exciting for me.  amuse me some.  * people starting with blnk looks* FINE i see how it is *goes and crys*   bum de dum bump lol lexi remeber that!!!!!  it sounds funny when u say it outloud.   BARROUMP  my harp is pretty.  new york new york!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87433409?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87433409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87433409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87433409' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87328852</id><published>2003-01-12T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T20:38:59.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i had the hiccups. ask laura about it.  i hate when u cry and u really doint wnat to be and u know its stupid but u cnat stop.  and when u try to make ur self stop it doesnt work.  christopher im seriosuly dissappointed in u .  not MAD.  i am not mad.  just upset loser. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87328852?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87328852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87328852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87328852' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-87291101</id><published>2003-01-11T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T23:35:25.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so today some ppl came over and that was fun ...............  wanna know what bugs me?  how so many people ( who shall not be named) expect me to be happy.  and like peppy and slightly ditzy and hyper, and really inside i HATE myself liek that , i mena loathe.  i feel like im spending my life being this person im not.  yet when i act like ME ppl respond by informing me im depressnig and bitchy,  just cuz im not incredibly eagar to make ur life happy by alwaz being livly doesnt mean im a bad person.  i'm tired of people thinking it does.  i mean soemtimes yea i am hyper and yea it is really fun then.  but sometimes i really am not  in the mood.  this does not mean im mad, it just means i am not hyper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch.  i am not a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe i am but not cuz of that!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-87291101?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87291101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/87291101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87291101' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86928374</id><published>2003-01-04T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T13:31:14.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> once upon a time  there was a girl named laura. she was a princess. one day the princess went for a walk. &lt;br /&gt; there she met , on a white horse of coarse, a prince named mark.  thewy fell in love and got married and had kids for the lady in wiating megan to play with &lt;br /&gt; the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86928374?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86928374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86928374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86928374' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86892428</id><published>2003-01-03T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T16:25:45.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this a funny poem here ya go ppls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shave my legs, &lt;br /&gt;I sit down to pee. &lt;br /&gt;And I can justify &lt;br /&gt;any shopping spree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to a barber, &lt;br /&gt;but a beauty salon. &lt;br /&gt;I can get a massage &lt;br /&gt;without a hard-on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can balance the checkbook, &lt;br /&gt;I can pump my own gas. &lt;br /&gt;Can talk to my friends, &lt;br /&gt;about the size of my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beauty's a masterpiece, &lt;br /&gt;and yes, it takes long. &lt;br /&gt;At least I can admit, &lt;br /&gt;to others when I'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive in circles, &lt;br /&gt;at any cost. &lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a problem, &lt;br /&gt;admitting I'm lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget, &lt;br /&gt;an important date. &lt;br /&gt;You just gotta deal with it, &lt;br /&gt;I'm usually late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch movies, &lt;br /&gt;with lots of gore. &lt;br /&gt;Don't need instant replay, &lt;br /&gt;to remember the score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lose my hair, &lt;br /&gt;I don't get jock itch. &lt;br /&gt;And just cause I'm assertive, &lt;br /&gt;Don't call me a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say to your friends, &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I can get her. &lt;br /&gt;In your dreams, my dear, &lt;br /&gt;I can do better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are okay, &lt;br /&gt;But jewelry's best. &lt;br /&gt;Look at me you idiot... &lt;br /&gt;Not at my chest???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a problem, &lt;br /&gt;With Expressing my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I know when you're lying, &lt;br /&gt;You look at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T call me a GIRL , &lt;br /&gt;a BABE or a CHICK . &lt;br /&gt;I am a WOMAN. &lt;br /&gt;Get it?, you DICK!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86892428?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86892428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86892428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86892428' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86763498</id><published>2002-12-31T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T16:57:23.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sarah bos ladies an gentlemen(actaully only girls read this i belive):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CarBrat911: I walked into a branch and cut my face&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: vintage sarah &lt;br /&gt;CarBrat911: It was bleeding and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CarBrat911: Of cource I have sexy, I always have sexy&lt;br /&gt;RubBerDuckiU R 1: then  have sexy&lt;br /&gt;CarBrat911: Sexy comes with the cake, I am talking about the iceing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CarBrat911: But who would you date rape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CarBrat911: I smell like playdough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: sometimes u have to drink thru a straw ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86763498?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86763498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86763498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86763498' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86450245</id><published>2002-12-23T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T16:27:29.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do do do do do do do do teheheh &lt;br /&gt;shows over folks&lt;br /&gt;now im back to my bored as hell life&lt;br /&gt;call me &lt;br /&gt;ok moments of the show :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Locking Rachel in a closet.&lt;br /&gt;*Ally and the fork,  atho kinda vulgar still hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;*Nats impression of Sandee : They quote me.&lt;br /&gt;*Koystia ( oh look who spelled his name right!!):&lt;br /&gt; you sound like moo&lt;br /&gt;so they say boo&lt;br /&gt;*Josh asking Sarah out for the dun na na THIRD time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Rach: im just muscly!&lt;br /&gt;*Koystia: THE CALIORES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Miss Sandee ( or w/e the hell were supossed to call her):STEP TOUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Me : oh we dance&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone boy: so do u play any sports?&lt;br /&gt;*Nat: mine look like butt cheeks&lt;br /&gt;*Chelli: You guys are dorks ( fuck you!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Cell phone boy *staring intently at cell phone*: do u guys wanna cme to an all nighter??&lt;br /&gt;*and the best part : SPINNING AND FALLING&lt;br /&gt; wow i like that one do i smell a new profile???&lt;br /&gt;some strange ppl kept sasking me about my previous on e: life has gone to hell and so have i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ppl should aprectaie how cool i am.  and then i wont go to hell.... tehehe or will i??&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86450245?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86450245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86450245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86450245' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86346204</id><published>2002-12-20T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T22:22:46.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*      &lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;jeez oh man&lt;br /&gt;have a show &lt;br /&gt;know dnace &lt;br /&gt;its pretty easy &lt;br /&gt;then the chpoir who accpanies us screws up and for half the dance we SUCK cuz we have no idea what in the damn world we are doing and so lost and going at the wrong times and tnot together and then its clear and we finish with dignity and grace with everyone clapping.  did they not see the beginning tho?????????  AHHH HORRIBLE!!!!!!!! i was mad.  and now we have to do it again TWICE more. and i will once more be mad if we screw it up again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways thxs yall for my presents.  specail good job to EATABLE PAPER FOR NOTES and trashy romanice novels!!! oh yea.   sorry mine werent that greta.  im not that creative.  lo ciento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and not to brag but just to lket u know ( ok and to brag a little) PSATs 1220!!! good? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86346204?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86346204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86346204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86346204' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86249342</id><published>2002-12-18T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T21:36:27.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://other.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Random/TVquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net/" target="new"&gt;What Random Object From Ydoc Nameloc's Room Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol sounds just like me doesnt it??? especailly the talking part,  and just for chris the retelling of the stories, not that i do that except for you... ok love yall bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86249342?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86249342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86249342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86249342' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86198744</id><published>2002-12-17T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T21:59:57.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh ugh ugh today = shitness first i lost my conformation ring in gym which was too big for me and i should have not been waering it on that finger. prolly around my neck or somehting.  it was jeeny bells fault.  she just slapped me with a towel!! i wans ttouching her!!! she started it! im so poor amd innocent lttile girl getting whapped by towels and losing very important items to me.  actaully tho i lvoe jenny bell.  she once saved my life.  it was of caorse my own stupitidy putting my life in danger but she saved me from the recklessness of me. ok gtg sorry so short &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86198744?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86198744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86198744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86198744' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86142780</id><published>2002-12-16T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T21:18:50.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once upon a tiem there lived the coolest person ever.  anyone know her name?  ....... me niether but when u find her/him tell me!!!!!  today i rode the busto school.  this was a megan first ,  whoa its DARK in the mronings.  who knew??? nine days u guys!!! i SO dont feel like chrismas and i LOVE chrismas so i want to. FIRE IS FUN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86142780?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86142780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86142780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86142780' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-86014783</id><published>2002-12-14T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T22:39:56.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance dance dance.  dance for love, for joy, for megan!!!!!!!!!   show yesterday.  god i love the enery u get from just doing what u love in front of a billion ppl.  (not a billion more like 80 or so but shut up)  it jus makes ya young again.  not that im like overly old.  but u get it........  i LOVE those people.  every single one of them ( yes that includes koystia) you guys are amzing and *sigh but a happy one*  just so... good for me.  i am so muich happier after spending tiem with yall.  seriously too like i feell so much more comfortable tlaking to u then ppl ive knowen for two years.   ur like my little family of dancers!! after the show we all hyperly went to allys.  ok by saying all i mean minus the guys and chelli.  so the five of us hyperly went to allys.  where we reenacted the show and danced and sang and TALKED and then slept.  musical chairs sleeping tho we all kept moving.  maybe cuz u guys are freaks.  JK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memerable moments :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat: i promise i do NOT have a penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel: my finger hurts (SHUT UP!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret santas picks for the 4685989 time!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea thats about it.  then we had dance.  tomarrow too.  u know whats gonna be wierd? when we go back to only having dance once a weekk insteda of everyday.  im gonna go thru like deprivation aniexty.  AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know whats a great song? the freshman .   cuz ya knwo what?! FREASHMAN ROCK yea we do!!!!!!!! ok sleep lingers in the air can u hear it? *silnce* me either but i can FEEL it.  bye now merry xmas.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-86014783?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86014783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/86014783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86014783' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-85870486</id><published>2002-12-11T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T21:23:38.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have offically with out a doubt descovered the WEIRDEST  person ever.  and no rhea its not u surprise!! leah wheisman.  she is awesome in a strange way and it hougth i she was moderatly normal untill i discovered her blog.  www.intenseborndom.blogspot.com  whoa!!! this girl has fights with herself! yet its cool and really... intresting.  plus normal people are boring right?  right?  right!! so today laura came over and so did liz ( andrews girlfriend) who cool and all the AHHH daycare kids.  we played this awesome game of charades tho.  i know what ur thinking.  what kind of loser plays chrades with her brothers girlfriend and her moms charges.  ME!! actaully it was really fun and i enjoyed it.  the little kids are sometimes the coolest people.  plsu think about it one day they mgith grow up adn be famos and then u can be like i played chardes with them.  so thewn we went to the mall and i shopped and conquered everyones xmas presents.  gg megan.  oh back to the subject of blogs sam has one and altho its kinda strange and out there (its about i fictions character who cant get laid)  it too is intresting www.willanyonefuckbillsherman.blogspot.com   fun for the whole family there.  so yea i have no life and could use one for xmas among other things COUGHaboyfriendCOUGH.  so if anyone wants to know what to get me there u go.  dance tomarrow!!  and the next day!! and the naxt!!! forever!!!!!!!  i love u dance ppl tho dont get insultd!! rachel:"i prefer to keep my garments UP"  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-85870486?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85870486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85870486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85870486' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-85743018</id><published>2002-12-09T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T15:29:05.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello fellow readers of this thingy ( all five of u!!!)  are you aware that the holiday season is aproaching us?  adn with it comes........ holiday shows.  two different ones for me.  one showing once (dec .13 ask me if ya wanna see it) and the other 3 times.  now shows=joy.  however they also equal day after day after day after fricken day of practice.  yup thats right for the next two weeks i will be at dance for up to four hours.  and yes i LOVE the ppl.  they are some of the most awesomest bestest coolest sweetest ppl in the world.  and i have so much fun with them.  but i need to live other than just thru dance.  plus eventually im gonna get tired. and when im tired im bitchy so for the next two weeks when u feel like smacking me plz remember somewhere deep inside i love u and i am just tired.  and here comes the shittest thing about all this .   its an hour away that means two hours in the car everyday.  four for my poor poor parents. i wanna just stay out with the girls there and go to chantilly for a week or so but my parents say no.  stupid parents!!!!  not that id actually thought they say yes.  but hope right?  so anyways every year i write a letter to myself and put it in my stocking and then when we take them back out i can read it.  whoa.  last yera i was the biggest freak ever.   i apoligize to all those ppl who had to put up with me sorry and thank you.  ok see ya wouldnt wnat to be ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-85743018?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85743018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85743018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85743018' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-85442224</id><published>2002-12-03T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T15:32:57.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow two days in a row arent yall lucky!  ok im gonna vent about the steroytypical world today particuarlly magizines!  not just any magizines but the girlly teenaged CLOHTES MAKEUP SHOES TEHHEHEHEHEH ( sorry laura)  magizines!! excited?  ok i do admit to recieveing these magizines partly becuz my grandma realised after giving me makeup for an xmas present i didnt know how to use it other than to apply haevily for dance and if u go out on the street with so much makeup on they can see u four miles away ( any of u who have been to one of my dance shows knows what i mean) ppl think ur a ho.  so she buys me subscritions becuz she has never taken the time to got to know me and realsie i dont liek makeup.  but somewhere deep inside i think i &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt;  them.  theres just somehting about how they put everything so simply and you dont have to&lt;i&gt; think &lt;/i&gt; just enjoy.  however i had a huge stack of them that i hadnt read and so i picked one up and satrted to read.  in there it continaed an article whihc i first thought  might be a joke.  HOW TO KNOW WHAT GUYS THINK.  this was a horrible article.  how do &lt;i&gt;they &lt;/i&gt; know what guys think when they them selves are female?  plus does every guy think the same?  umm how about no!  good answer!  they make guys sound like pompus idiots who think only with their dicks.  i mean i dont expect all girls to think alike or even simarly why should males?  everyones different.  plus they  make them sound like the enemy alot of guys i know are so muhc cooler than girls.  girls are bitches.  how can u sterotype half the world??  and do ppl actaully believe what these ppl say?  CRAZYNESS dont have much else to say.  pretty unintresting life.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-85442224?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85442224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85442224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85442224' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-85406342</id><published>2002-12-02T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T20:24:22.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bordem rings thru out the kingdom.  new rule when you play with fire dont  allow your parents to find out.  no matter who cool it is to burn a gold fish  and make it a ghetto gold fish , your parents won't apprecaite it.  in fact if they are anything like my parents instead of realising that gold fish were all orange and need some racial diversity they lecture you on the dangers of playing with fire.   i mena yea once i caught a couple of papare towls on fire and sometimes i severly burn my fingures from playing with the flames but so what right?  why can't ppl just let me have fun.  plus its enducational you can learn what materials burn faster than others.  well i guess the moral is not don't play with fire but dont get caught!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-85406342?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85406342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85406342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85406342' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-85193179</id><published>2002-11-27T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T22:40:41.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so now the whole belly bottun thing is over.  i miss it come back.  i mena i know it was incredibly stupdi thing to do especailly wiht a safty pin and i know i had alot of pain but i kinda osrta liked it.  and now its gone.  so sad.  maybe ill do it again once its healed and make sure its cleaner. tehehhe &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-85193179?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85193179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/85193179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85193179' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-84341066</id><published>2002-11-10T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T21:45:29.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my younger brother comes up to me today and goes im changing my name.  i thought he ment fomr like chralie to charles but no he changed it to "chazz" ok freak.  thats like one of those guys who goes to country clubs to play tennis and weras all white and too short shorts.  or a gay guy.  i dont want either for a brother.  plz let it be a phase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-84341066?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/84341066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/84341066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84341066' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-83694650</id><published>2002-10-28T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T21:28:37.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent written in forever and a day.hi.  went to liz's today.  i love that girl.  shes the best.  we laugh like all the time.  good times good times.  hey everyone should go  to allisons website www.sexyblonde88.blogspot.com  great stuff i like her to. Halloween is soon!! yay i cnat belive ppl thought they could "cancel" it. u cant just cancel a holiday.  silly freaks.  ok love ya bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-83694650?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/83694650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/83694650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83694650' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-82493873</id><published>2002-10-03T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T21:25:12.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dum de dumd ed dum.  guess what???????????veggie tales movie premires tomarrow.  everone should go.YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-82493873?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/82493873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/82493873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82493873' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-81973226</id><published>2002-09-22T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T22:03:20.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok my weekend was considerably boring.  but anyways. on friday had my usual trip to lauras house where we did what we do best.  hung out and did nothing.  we r so exciting i kno.  then i came home and imed ppl for a good two hours.  yes again how thrilling.  woke up on staerday about eleven and then toook a shower mopped dusted and cleaned my bathroom.  then iwashed all my hand washed clothing.  after thta i took anoughtre shower ( ahh starting to sound like chris) because i felt dirty. then lex came over and we worked on a article for journalism. andrew came home in the middle of that form a race.    go madison on gettin FIRSt for the guys and andrew for gettin THIRD all around.  and tpo the girls as well all tho i forgot exctaly whta htye got.  sorry chicas.  but good job especially to megan.   then i babysta.  todayt iwne to tchruch and then taought my RE class. then i came home and took my mother out to lunch for her birthday.  then came home and went to youuth group at the chruch.  i know i know ver yexciting.  now im tired so good nithg all.  also rhea r u happy i finally updtaed this? and i found a girl w/ ur name!  i was like hahaha cuz i thought u were the only one.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-81973226?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81973226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81973226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#81973226' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-81580958</id><published>2002-09-13T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T23:14:30.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am now like obessed w/ this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One Last Breath&lt;br /&gt;Please come now I think I’m falling&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding on to all I think is safe&lt;br /&gt;It seems I found the road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I’m trying to escape&lt;br /&gt;I yelled back when I heard thunder&lt;br /&gt;But I’m down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking&lt;br /&gt;That maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t so far down&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking down now that it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in His grace&lt;br /&gt;I cried out heaven save me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking&lt;br /&gt;That maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t so far down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad eyes follow me&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe there’s something left for me&lt;br /&gt;So please come stay with me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me&lt;br /&gt;For you and me &lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-81580958?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81580958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81580958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81580958' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-81483818</id><published>2002-09-11T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T21:14:23.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i know alot of people are tired of hearing and talking about september eleventh and if that is this acse please feel free not to read this.  however i feel like sharing my view of this and so hear i go.   first part of the day was normal nothing to remark about.  third period.  english GT.  ms.donavan.  announce ment came on "as most of u know ( wtf? no one knew anything so i dont know what he was talking about) the world trade centers and the pentagn have been hit.  school is safe."  ok is that not a horrible speech?  first no one knew what it meant plus "school is safe?" w/e.  anyays my first thought went to my father who works at the pentagon.  laura and i were walking to health and i remember beig like "what if......."  and laura going "shut up megan hell be fine" in vintage laura style.  yet it was comfoting cuz we all know luaras alwaz right.  when we get to health i sat by katie wood.  now i love katie wood and were good friends now but then wed known each other like a week.  so im sitting next to her and i keep grabbing her arm.  (im sorry katie)  she kept looking at me starngly but graciously was all nice.  ms. stratton put in a movie but no one could concentrate on it.  then ms miles the vice princapla came in and goes "megan?"  then there is this huge pause.  my first thought was hes dead hes dead what am i going to do.  and yea well i started crying.  but think about it noone is telling me anything shes just standing there staring at me.  FINALLY she goes "ur dads gonna be fine"  i can not tell you what a wave of relief swept over me.  at that piont i cried just for the joy of him being ok.  thats my big moment.  other stuff happend that day but ive decided that its personal and i want to keep it mine for a while.  so i want to say God bless those who died,those who saved them, and all of the deceased familys.  help the terrists to see the pain they have caused and to know they are wrong.  GOD BLESS AMERICA.  (ok i kno its sappy but........) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-81483818?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81483818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81483818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81483818' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-81294369</id><published>2002-09-07T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T19:59:39.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank" style="border: none"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney/small_jasmine.gif" width=300 height=80 alt="I am Jasmine!" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which &lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank"&gt;Disney Princess&lt;/a&gt; are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yep yep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-81294369?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81294369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/81294369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81294369' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80898985</id><published>2002-08-29T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T22:42:02.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for all us catholic girls out there who may not be &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt; good and who WONT die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only the Good Die Young&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out Virginia, don't let me me wait&lt;br /&gt;You Catholic girls start much too late&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later it comes down to fate&lt;br /&gt;I might as well be the one&lt;br /&gt;They showed you a statue and told you to pray&lt;br /&gt;They built you a temple and locked you away&lt;br /&gt;But they never told you the price that you pay&lt;br /&gt;For things that you might have done...&lt;br /&gt;Only the good die young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd&lt;br /&gt;We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud&lt;br /&gt;We might be laughing a bit too loud&lt;br /&gt;But that never hurt no one&lt;br /&gt;Come on Virginia show me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Send up a signal I'll throw you the line&lt;br /&gt;The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind&lt;br /&gt;Never lets in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And only the good die young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation&lt;br /&gt;You got a brand new soul&lt;br /&gt;And a cross of gold&lt;br /&gt;But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information&lt;br /&gt;You didn't count on me&lt;br /&gt;When you were counting on your rosary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there's a heaven for those who will wait&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's better but I say it ain't&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints&lt;br /&gt;Sinners are much more fun...&lt;br /&gt;And only the good die young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation&lt;br /&gt;She never cared for me&lt;br /&gt;But did she ever say a prayer for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80898985?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80898985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80898985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80898985' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80831571</id><published>2002-08-28T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T13:36:45.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is filled w/ being bored.  i cant help it.  anytime there isnt something for me to do i immediatly become bored.  this isnt good becuz i will spend most of  my life sitting around being bored.  i need to learn how to amuse myself.  i also need to go shopping.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80831571?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80831571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80831571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80831571' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80593367</id><published>2002-08-22T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T21:20:37.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehehe  today me and ginnley ok ok ginnley and i  went up to the school to help out w/ the programns they give at football games.  ya kno what im talkin about?  well our basic job was to write down the names of the players in each row in the picture.  fun i kno.  however i was BORED so when the megster told me she was goin i went to.  actually it was kinda cool.  we wondered around the school doin aimless things ( playin on the rings in the wrestling room?goin on to the bocony in the auditormium)  how ever we lost track of time and like were at the school for four hours (we worked for like 1/2 an hour of it go us)  my mom being the control freak she is was all uptight and like "megans u gotta call"  basically i nodded and was like sure all tho i have no intetion of doin so.  but w/e.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80593367?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80593367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80593367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80593367' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80409956</id><published>2002-08-18T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T22:26:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok today rachel comes in early  and asks me to curl her hair before chruch.  since she was nice and thats unusla i was like ok.  i got out of bed and started searching for these rollers. i havent used them since iwas in competion dance like 100 yrs ago.  ( ok notTHAT long ago but long enough so they were lost in my room, tho actually those who have seen it kno its not that hard to get lost)  so i find the rollers and then have to find the clips.  about 30 mins later i plug them in to heat up. finbally i call rachel so i can do them and shes like "nevermind" well i didnt do all that work for nothin so i sat her down and made her let me curl her hair ( im so kind i kno) it came oput ok except that one curl curled out instead of in and she was like " oh megan it looks good this way its FASHION" so my sister went to chruch w/ gay hair and kept goin " megan did it megan did it"  *sigh*  little freak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80409956?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80409956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80409956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80409956' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80408075</id><published>2002-08-18T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T21:26:17.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy bday laura!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  actually its tomarrow but w/e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80408075?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80408075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80408075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80408075' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80375259</id><published>2002-08-17T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T22:00:24.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok this is from a while ago and i re found it.  i find it hilarious..  hd223 is chris and the other is my cuz.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HD223:  hi, i like food. do u like food? i like it becasue it tastes good. i also like it because it makes me not hungry &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  um... &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  ok........ &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  Megan said you were a little wierd... &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  i have a confession.............im scared of penguins &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  ok.... &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  I am a penguin &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  It appears to me that this whole situation is a bit awkward to you.  From the start you had assumed I was weird by mord of mouth from none other than that of Megan Warring.  Why would you assume something?  It makes you immediately jump to conclusions, and really believe that.  How do you know I'm weird, do you know me?  No you don't maybe you are weird.  You have no proof, maybe I'm just a very troubled soul, and in need of some help.  Now please, if you would like to have an intelligent conversation, I would be more than happy. &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  ummm.... and what is that suppost to mean &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  ??¿¿ &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  What is it supposed to mean?  Well, I hope you start reading some more books.  Reading is good for you, and then maybe you will be able to communicate a little better, and have better understanding of people and not be so ignorant of the world that revolves around you.  It truly is important in leading a successful life. &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  umm... im oly in 7thgrade and i dunno what ure really talkin about so plz n english...??¿¿ &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  only &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  i dont know how to read becuase im from alaska &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  megan told us top tell u that  &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  *to &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:   were more sophistted than you and we  dont eat cats  &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  I speak English as well...Being in 7th grade has nothing to do with the fact that you can't read this.  You know, I'm really trying to make this as simple as possible for you.  Being from Alaska is a horrible excuse.  People do not care what your problem is in life, they just expect that you do it.  Ok?  So if you think that is a problem, then go read some books or something.  And when did I say you eat cats?  Once again you are jumping to conclusions and actually making an assumption about me, when I said nothing to lead you on like that.  You judge people before they can even speek, and take words right out of there mouths.  Remeber, communication is the key word!&lt;br /&gt;Auto response from Blueziggy12: I am away from my computer right now.  &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  syk &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  Syk, is that a word?  COMMUNICATION &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  and please rmember we dont care &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  umm &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  ya &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  syk means sike &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  duh!~ &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  What does HD223 mean &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  Do you think I really care?  You IMed me,  so it seems that you were the one interested.  And who exactly is WE, do you have imaginery friend?  I'm sorry that you are still failing in this whole concept of COMMUNICATION...I never said you or that other "person" had to like what I have to say.  If you think this is boring, it's not my problem at all.  Nope, you need to reach out, and actually do something about it.  Complaining about life will get you no where. &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  HD stands for Hilariously Dilirious and 223 is there because 2's remind me of the good old days and 3 is just such a nice number.  It makes me feel good about myself &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  and u need to actuallyspeak english and we dont care what u say. WE means me as in kacie and lauryn one of her friends that is right here!~ so before u start assoming stuff like she has an imaginary friend so watch it and what the heck do u mean by the GOOD OLD DAYS?? lol &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  lol &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  please english &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  megan says ure good peeps so we'll stop buggin with u  &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  =-O &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  :-* &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  kCY JUSAS WANTS TO KISS U &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  **KACIE &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  *JUST &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  Well, as I said before this is ENGLISH, you need to work on that yourself, its not my problem.  And talking about assumptions I see, you hypocrite!!  You assumed in the first place that I knew who "we" was.  Now how exactly would I  know that, let alone their names?  And do you think I actually care who they are?  Again, NO.  You came here first, so it's not my problem.  And before she does, let me ask a question.  Was she tested at the labs yet? &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  &lt;br /&gt;WE SHOULD ASK URE MOM THAT QUESTION!~ &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  Wow that was a pretty lame attempt in making a funny joke.  I haven't heard a mom joke for quite some time, how creative!!  You know, you really should get your own material, and if you work on the COMMUNICATION it will be a little easier for you.  Just try it, because right now your attempts in being an intelligent, or even funny person, are fruitless.  Yes, fruitless is a word, although I doubt you know it's meaning.  Yes I'm making an assumption based on the fact of your lack of intelligence, but it's not like I actually care. &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  I needto get food, which I like. &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  WE LIKE FOOD TOO BUT HEY WHAT I SAID WASNT A JOKE &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  AND I WASNT TRYING TO JOKE ABOUT ANYTHING &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  IM SERIOUS &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  Ok, I'm SURE you were serious.  No need to type in all CAPS, that just suggests to me that you are angry and frustrated.  I don't know why you would be, so I recommend getting some help.  Is it the fact that you haven't developed the ability to COMMUNICATE, or just because you realizedthat you're not funny. &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  nooo when i typ in caps dont mean im angry or anything... i accidentallly diddnt take it off &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  OOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  Oh, so we are having memory lapses now?  That's not good either. &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  i thinkn that u need help &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  wuteva &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  :-!  &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  u turn kacie on with ure big vocabulary &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  i luv u and tony &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  I don't really care what you think.  You have nothing to back it up, so go back into your little isolated world and have fun...doing whatever you do there.  I'm tired of trying to COMMUNICATE with you, because you still lack those special skills.  Goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  what do u mena communicate with us??? we are talking &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  to u &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  arent we?? &lt;br /&gt;HD223:  You still don't understand do you...Figures.....I already tried to explain about 50 times, and maybe you can remember when I said, "My attempts are fruitless."  But I see the memory lapses are kicking back in, so have fun, bye! &lt;br /&gt;Blueziggy12:  i no what u mean  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80375259?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80375259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80375259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80375259' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80373589</id><published>2002-08-17T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:51:49.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to see signs today.  it was good except leah kept tellin me when the scary parts were and then grabbing my arm and goin "boo".  but later when i walked my dog i kept feeling alains behind me.  *shiver* it wasnt a great feeling.  i like van morrison even tho its like old music i like him.  if u havent heard of him uv probably heard something of his and didnt kno it.  its good ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80373589?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80373589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80373589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80373589' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80342006</id><published>2002-08-16T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T21:39:08.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"can u hear me now?" yes and stfu &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80342006?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80342006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80342006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80342006' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80333009</id><published>2002-08-16T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T16:40:05.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have u ever noticed that when people pass other people on the street there is this awkard silence and forced smiles.  why? why do people stop talkin when other people walk past them? do they think they r goining to easy drop int the three seconds they are in hearing distance? laura pionted this out to me and when i walk my dog i notice it.  everyone who needs this lets stop this habit.  when u pass someone talk as if they arent there.  its not like your ever going to see that person who you silence yourself for again.  and if you need they arent going to go hey your the one who was talkin that day to that person about pineapples(ok maybe not pineapples but whatever you talk about) so fight the instict and talk.  the exception is when you are walking alone they might think you are carzy then.  ok there is my lecture for today have a nice life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80333009?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80333009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80333009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80333009' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80280928</id><published>2002-08-15T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T12:24:38.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea........ kinda bored.  more than kinda.  school starts in too soon. maybe it wont be so boring. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80280928?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Die or not to Die?&lt;br /&gt;by leah wiseman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my life before me;&lt;br /&gt;Flash before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A silent tear rolls down my face,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live these lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling hand,&lt;br /&gt;I pick up the knife.&lt;br /&gt;I steady my breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Before taking my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeeze my eyes tight shut,&lt;br /&gt;I grip the blade in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;My legs begin to shake;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hesitate to do this,&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My life is a terrible wreck,&lt;br /&gt;What is there to live for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take another deep breath,&lt;br /&gt;I poise the knife at my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Tears are falling freely now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare down at the blade,&lt;br /&gt;One quick movement is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the blood rushing out,&lt;br /&gt;I feel regrets fill my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to live.&lt;br /&gt;I really blew it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;And how happy I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself dying now,&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crumple to the floor,&lt;br /&gt;The carpet stained red.&lt;br /&gt;It gets all black around me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it, I'm dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80258639?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80258639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80258639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80258639' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80254579</id><published>2002-08-14T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T21:19:20.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ArgeL06 (10:02:55 PM): if i dont make volleyball im gonna do football&lt;br /&gt;DSM857 (10:03:03 PM): uhm...&lt;br /&gt;DSM857 (10:03:09 PM): wut&lt;br /&gt;ArgeL06 (10:03:13 PM): ill be the first girl like ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok y do ppl find this funny?  i was jokin when i first said it but then i got more and more intrested and really started to want to do it.  so i told my father and he laughed to so i told him it hurt me deeply to see how so few little ppl believe in me first my best friend and now him.  thx guys.  however he looked at me and told me that i dont handdle pain well and then had to piont out specific examples.  hello ud throw up to if ur hand was sliced open and bleeding.  then he made me discuss y my hand had been bleeding ( becuz i slammed it thro a window i kno i kno not too bright).  however it has been greatly decided but almost all that it will be impossible foe me to play football.  however if there are anygirls out there who would llike to join me ijn this rage against unfair ness plz tell me and we will fight together.  and prove to my father, tony, and chris and all u other doubters that girls CAN play fottball.  and even if we dont well its ur fault for discouaging me and thwarting me hopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80254579?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80254579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80254579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80254579' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80164400</id><published>2002-08-12T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T21:51:00.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Loads of stuff u probably dont care about but here you go anyways!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 cds i love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john mayer~ room for squares ( yes i kno im obssesed)&lt;br /&gt;footlouse sound track ( it might be old but its awesome)&lt;br /&gt;top gun ( see above staments)&lt;br /&gt;barenaked ladies greatest hits ( good stuff)&lt;br /&gt;dave mathews band ( anyof them)&lt;br /&gt;grease ( ok i admit i like show tunes)&lt;br /&gt;90s rock ( its good but one of the ones u order of tv i think we got it as a gift)&lt;br /&gt;dirty dancing st( aahhhhhhhhhh!!! i love it)&lt;br /&gt;goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;any one that i downlaod there all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 things i must do every day&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*get dressed and ready for the day ( shower teeth hair ect.)&lt;br /&gt;* write to my daily email ppl u kno who u r/in my journal/here&lt;br /&gt;* yell at at least 3 ppl&lt;br /&gt;*talk to laura via the phone ( except when i dont )&lt;br /&gt;* drink coffee in some form!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;* tell myself to stop biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;* bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;* if im home watch friends at 7&lt;br /&gt;*listen to some form of music ( see above section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 ppl i cant live with out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* laura&lt;br /&gt;* rhea&lt;br /&gt;* my dog ( i kno i kno shes not a person but who cares)&lt;br /&gt;*john mayer &lt;br /&gt;* my aunt&lt;br /&gt;* my cuz ( but not the lesbo one)&lt;br /&gt;* my bro &lt;br /&gt;* ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 things id take to a dester island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* cd players with cds&lt;br /&gt;* rope ( very useful)&lt;br /&gt;*coffee&lt;br /&gt;* ppl who entertain me and i can bear to speak with for more than an hour ( if this has actually happened     ur included except for if that hour was a fight)&lt;br /&gt;* the game password (its cool for those who never played it)&lt;br /&gt;* a boat&lt;br /&gt;* what i was gonna put here i decided against in case some parent some how stumbles across this and gets mad use ur imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 movies i love&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* dirty dancing&lt;br /&gt;* footlouse&lt;br /&gt;*top gun&lt;br /&gt;* grease  ( wow all of these have great music!)&lt;br /&gt;*gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;* the sisterhood of the yaya sisterhood( yaya bebe * for those of u who dont get this im sorry*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i am alwaz wearing&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a silver ring w/ a cross on it&lt;br /&gt;* toe nail polish&lt;br /&gt;* somewhere on me i alwaz have a pony tail holder&lt;br /&gt;* lotion&lt;br /&gt;* my own skin( i couldnt think of anything else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 books i love&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;*the sisterhood of the travling pants&lt;br /&gt;*the poisonwood bible&lt;br /&gt;* my journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 things that i hate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ppl acting like they know things when they dont&lt;br /&gt;* cats/birds&lt;br /&gt;*ppl who think they know me &lt;br /&gt;*bannanas&lt;br /&gt;* not being able to spell&lt;br /&gt;* ms lunger ( i do NOT wear a wig)&lt;br /&gt;*biting my nails&lt;br /&gt;*blisters ( being a dancer i have many)&lt;br /&gt;*my stupid computer&lt;br /&gt;*cell phones ringing in chruch&lt;br /&gt;* hairy legs ( on girls * hello/ heard of a razor?*)&lt;br /&gt;*car commercails&lt;br /&gt;( ok thats more than three but so what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 things that i must have or i will die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* coffee&lt;br /&gt;*music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 thing i will never do&lt;br /&gt;*get my tounge pierced ( ok ew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80164400?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80164400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80164400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80164400' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80162932</id><published>2002-08-12T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T21:10:35.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok due to my comments last time i have recived some confusion by the few ppl who read this.  i  didnt mean in anyway that idont like some of those things,  in fact i enjoy most of them.  however im just sayin todays world is manufactured.  this was  my piont and im sorry for having offended anyone.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-80162932?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80162932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/80162932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80162932' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-80077254</id><published>2002-08-10T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T17:42:39.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i havent written in a loooooong time.  vaction.  i have had officailly too much time to think this summer some of them have even made sense.  what i dont get is todays teenage generation which i am almost embarssed to be part of.&lt;br /&gt;its a complete MTV/McDonals/abercormbie and fitch/ seventeen magazine/perfect hair,makeup,life/ cheerleader run/ if you dont fit in with my life f**k you/ britney fucking spears/ bitchy starbucks inspired lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so fed up.  ppl get a life.  in 20 years who gives a damn if  you looked absolutly perfect at all times.  ok im sorrry for being bitchy and to laura for cussing in this.  but im tired of it.&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to see hte band play.  very cool.  then we toilet papered some guys car.  fun,fun,fun.  heres my quote for today&lt;br /&gt;theres a time 4 everything&lt;br /&gt;a time to laugh&lt;br /&gt;a time to weep&lt;br /&gt;a time to mourn &lt;br /&gt;and a time to dance. &lt;br /&gt;now is our time to dance&lt;br /&gt;-footloose&lt;br /&gt; great flick for those freaks who neevr saw  it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-79493139?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79493139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79493139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79493139' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-79458255</id><published>2002-07-26T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T20:15:41.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello chicos! good to see u.  ikno ikno uve missed me but im right here! jk.   kinda boring day.  had a show today.  it went well.  i only messed up once.  yay!  my siblings r annoying.  yes i kno all r but they r horrendous.  hows that for a big word? get the gun Leah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-79458255?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79458255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79458255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79458255' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-79359406</id><published>2002-07-24T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T15:42:13.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok 2 ppl bit me today.  my question is y?   do ppl just wake up and go lets bit her? thats so stupid.  on saterday goin to see jakes band play, leah call me and we'll work out the plans k?still cant sleep if anyone cares that racks it upto 4 nights maybe its 5.  crazyness.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-79359406?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79359406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79359406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79359406' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-79273691</id><published>2002-07-22T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T17:59:56.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i need to lay of the coffee i havent slept in  3 days.  i am so tired yet i cant sleep and believe me ive tried.  sigh.  maybe i am just destioned to be awake.  however now im even slower than usual and thats not good.  ssssssssllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppp. yawn.  maybe i should take a pill i dont like taking drugs for things like advil and asprin but im so freakin tired that im considering it.  k let me go see if i can find one.  i dont even know if we own any.  ihope so.  other wise im lost anyideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-79273691?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79273691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79273691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79273691' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-79195798</id><published>2002-07-20T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-20T15:59:11.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to see 8 legged freaks w/ some ppls.  it was hilarious but i think that was cuz we made fun of it the whole time.  ithink everyone in that theater except for the 5 of us hated it cuzthey all shock there heads as they left.  maybe it was cuz we were talkin to much but oh well.  srry.  i have descovered that ican make good capicionio bc of this descovery i have been in a caffine high all day.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-79195798?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79195798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79195798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79195798' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-79170306</id><published>2002-07-19T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T20:05:07.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ever one alwaz leaves me and its getting depressin.  goin to a movie tomarrow if some ppls will pick up the freaking phone! thats okay goin to see minority report w/ some ppl from the school.  or at least thats the plan.  todays quote "u dont stop playing cuz ur old: ur old cuz u stopped playing" yea it rocks i kno. my feet hurt ive been tapping all day im gonna go do somethin.  love yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-79170306?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79170306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/79170306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79170306' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78997603</id><published>2002-07-15T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T21:28:15.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chill out whatcha yelling' for? &lt;br /&gt;Lay back it's all been done before &lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be &lt;br /&gt;you will see &lt;br /&gt;I like you the way you are &lt;br /&gt;When we're drivin' in your car &lt;br /&gt;and you're talking to me one on one but you've become &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else &lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back like you can't relax &lt;br /&gt;You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;And you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come over unannounced &lt;br /&gt;dressed up like you're someone else &lt;br /&gt;where you are and where it's sad you see &lt;br /&gt;you're making me &lt;br /&gt;laugh out when you strike your pose&lt;br /&gt;take off all your preppy clothes &lt;br /&gt;you know you're not fooling anyone &lt;br /&gt;when you've become &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else &lt;br /&gt;Watching your back, like you can't relax &lt;br /&gt;Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;and You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what and you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out whatcha yelling for?&lt;br /&gt;Lay back, it's all been done before &lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be &lt;br /&gt;You will see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else &lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back, like you can't relax &lt;br /&gt;You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;and You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what and you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it &lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you flaking &lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78997603?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78997603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78997603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78997603' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78997598</id><published>2002-07-15T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T21:28:07.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chill out whatcha yelling' for? &lt;br /&gt;Lay back it's all been done before &lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be &lt;br /&gt;you will see &lt;br /&gt;I like you the way you are &lt;br /&gt;When we're drivin' in your car &lt;br /&gt;and you're talking to me one on one but you've become &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else &lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back like you can't relax &lt;br /&gt;You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;And you fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come over unannounced &lt;br /&gt;dressed up like you're someone else &lt;br /&gt;where you are and where it's sad you see &lt;br /&gt;you're making me &lt;br /&gt;laugh out when you strike your pose&lt;br /&gt;take off all your preppy clothes &lt;br /&gt;you know you're not fooling anyone &lt;br /&gt;when you've become &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else &lt;br /&gt;Watching your back, like you can't relax &lt;br /&gt;Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;and You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what and you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill out whatcha yelling for?&lt;br /&gt;Lay back, it's all been done before &lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be &lt;br /&gt;You will see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else round everyone else &lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back, like you can't relax &lt;br /&gt;You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;and You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what and you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it &lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated? &lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustrated &lt;br /&gt;Life's like this you &lt;br /&gt;You fall and you crawl and you break and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty &lt;br /&gt;promise me I'm never gonna find you flaking &lt;br /&gt;no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78997598?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78997598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78997598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78997598' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78947793</id><published>2002-07-14T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-14T18:26:00.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>summer tip: dont pet a burning dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78947793?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78947793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78947793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#78947793' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78922484</id><published>2002-07-13T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T23:20:41.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahhahahahaha ok does this sound like me at all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like just 10% of the population you are a HELPER WHO FINDS MISSING CHILDREN OVER THE INTERNET (SICF). You are very tentative in the world and introverted with people--which means you are the shy and silent type. Hence the Internet. But behind your reserved exterior lies a dedicated person with a passion for the concrete truth who wants to, in his heart of hearts, help find missing children. God bless you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what my personality quiz told me i believe they are wrong.  go take it at the spark.com &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78922484?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78922484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78922484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78922484' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78921874</id><published>2002-07-13T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T23:00:11.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i fixeded it.  anyways.... does any ne actually read this if u do tell me.  maybe my profound thoughts r just drifting out there and no one loves them.   how depressing.  anyways i just got back from babysitting and i had to miss a party b/c of the stupid job and my bro said he would cover for me but he left at the last second.  anyways these kids are like perfect.  they put away their toys do the dishes have perfect manners yet they are so boring.  see i am far from perfect but at least im not boring (i hope).  ok.  i saw the royal tenebuams, intresting movie but kinda wierd.  ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78921874?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78921874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78921874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78921874' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78921580</id><published>2002-07-13T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T22:48:50.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi this thingy is screwed up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78921580?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78921580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78921580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78921580' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78874199</id><published>2002-07-12T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T22:53:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k as soon as i finished that last post i heard a yelp and andy ran up stairs with his hand dripping with blood. i thought he cut his wrist and was gonna die so i started freaking out.  but he was all calm and was like get me a towel, get the nieghborr, call mom.  i was more upset than him.  anyways it turned out the ginus had tried to cut up a piar of shoes,some track tradition,and slipped and cut himself and get this he was using a freakin razor. so smart but he ended up having six stiches. but what really surprised me was how calm he was.  he didnt cry or shake the only way i could tell he was hurting was he jiggles his leg ,mallary does this too i find it annoying srry mal.  ok that was my excitement that day.&lt;br /&gt;  ok yesterday me and mallary went to see a play in the car i put up my feet on the middle seat where rachel was sitting.  she looks at them and was like "b/c u have red toenails u r a ho megan" i was like oh my god my six yr old sister said i was a ho.  my mom was like what and mal just laughed.  well, rachel kept screaming it " megan is a ho" she was like ive known it for a while now i just didnt wanna say anything" god she is such a brat.&lt;br /&gt;     ok i was readin an advice colum and this was one of the pices of advice " where ever you go that is where you are" ok really smart right? thats my new motto. whereever you r u r there.  its great.   ok love ya bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78874199?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78874199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78874199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78874199' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78787117</id><published>2002-07-10T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T14:57:13.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppls today in stage makeup kathleen made me in to a vampire and most of the  make up came off but not the black eyebrows.... so now i have like really dark eyebrows and with my blodish hair it looks wierd.  thats ok ill just scrub harder.   i had an intresting talk with a girl who knows andy, apprently hes saucey at school.  andy saucey? haha.... thats great.  ive decided i say like way to much so if i say it to u tell me to stop.  my dog is very useful... she eats nasty food we drop to her, she chases away evil birds, and she is good for humor...ex: she likes to pee at lauras feet and never fails to do so.  its a sign of respect or something but its rich. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78787117?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78787117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78787117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78787117' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78755692</id><published>2002-07-09T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T21:37:20.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok last one for today... ikno ive done alot and probably no ones read anyof them yet.... or well.  my advice for all u ppl out there is to lay outside and read a book and then take a shower( to get the grass and bugs off u) and then watch FRIENDS wo0t!!!!!!!!  ok and watch out for the ticks... oh and justin welcome home from camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78755692?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78755692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78755692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78755692' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78754412</id><published>2002-07-09T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T21:09:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... the thing i love about this school im going to is u get to meet all sorts of ppl...... there are the really serious dancers who r snobbey but cool, the real into art ppl who like make thier own clothes and stuff, the goths complete with the pink spiked hair too much make up and alll black motiff, and then there are just ppl like me who talk to much and r extremely loud.  the awesome thing is tho that everyone hangs out w/ everyone and everybody is really open and cool.  ppl sit in the hallways between classes playing guitars and stuff. its really awesome.   i enjoy the ppl more than the classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a diffeent note last night i had a dream that chris killed me and everyone laughed at my furneral.  kinda depressing.  maybe its a preview in to the future and i need to be careful.... chris killing is bad.... jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made brownies and they smell soooo good.  oh the time on these things are really screwed up so pay no attention to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78754412?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78754412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78754412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78754412' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78747325</id><published>2002-07-09T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T23:19:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wo0t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78747325?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78747325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78747325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78747325' title=''/><author><name>julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03190266059556842947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626807.post-78746605</id><published>2002-07-09T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T17:17:09.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey babes look at this me with a web page.  wow i know who would have thought i could have figured out how to use a computer? well i did so there.  ok everyone wants to kno about my sn so ithought id put it up here so ppl will stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;a loooong time ago laura was like" i hate u" and i was like im gonna cry now and she was like " dont cry for me argentina" so thats the arge part.&lt;br /&gt;and later in science ppls decided that since i do no work im a lump on a long hence the l part.  happy?&lt;br /&gt;ok to rhea: i miss u have so much fun in CA and hurry back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lylas&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough for today love u all bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3626807-78746605?l=misslump.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78746605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3626807/posts/default/78746605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misslump.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78746605' 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