<?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-2830510</id><updated>2011-07-14T20:53:36.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>»  — •     * jaded</title><subtitle type='html'>4 girls. yea. we are mad cool.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-3597201</id><published>2001-05-11T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-11T21:29:39.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gardettos are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's a friday night and i'm at home. that makes me feel like such a loser. rehearsal really tires me out and i'm too sleepy to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just sit online and wish that all that on my buddylist weren't idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.. i wish people wrote in this more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are starting to sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get out. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3597201?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3597201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3597201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_05_06_archive.html#3597201' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3570342</id><published>2001-05-09T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-09T20:15:37.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28 days is a short amount of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...considering i have 58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dance is over. it was great. yeehaw that's bout all i can say. i wish people would write in this more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's d-e-a-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that spells dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye&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/2830510-3570342?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3570342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3570342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_05_06_archive.html#3570342' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3519950</id><published>2001-05-06T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-06T13:55:48.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talk about dead.&lt;br /&gt;i agree caitlin timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;28 days till &lt;a href="http://www.nsync.com"&gt;nsync.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nsync is the silver lining to my oh so dark cloud.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i want all of you guys to go read up on &lt;a href="http://search.aol.com/redirect.adp?appname=QBP&amp;query=%47%02%d4%f0%29%0c%cb%d6%5f%10%8c%68%6e%95%7c%df%4d%cb%85%03%c6%c0%98%0f%90%ff%17%d0%77%68%1a%7f%bb%a9%52%61%43%e3%5c%f5%35%34%54%84%18%1c%80%a9%be%0a%6c%34%ff%8e%26%3f%51%d4%15%0c%b0%ac%c1%fd%e7%0a%8c%82%6a%2b%2d%3b%96%96%64%77%64%f5%72%bd%f1%5e%41%2f%85%01%dd%d4%94%7a%ea%60%af%0b%a2%7b%17%51%00%ce%0e%1c%ca%02%0b%fd%eb%26%28%03%99%c4%34%44%93%4b%e6%12%d9%3f"&gt;kurt cobain&lt;/a&gt;,for he is the man.&lt;br /&gt;peace,love,&amp;empathy,&lt;br /&gt;stef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3519950?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3519950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3519950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_05_06_archive.html#3519950' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-3471667</id><published>2001-05-02T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-02T20:31:23.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/center&gt;life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3471667?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3471667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3471667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_29_archive.html#3471667' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3369479</id><published>2001-04-25T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-25T19:41:34.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/center&gt;me and mario are having a party at the end of the year. yeah. coming up close. may 24 is the day we get out of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh, sigh* i'm gonna miss everyone.. soo soo much. but let's not go into that. anyway. we're having a party on the last day of school. i'm looking at the invitations. had to be on the black and white copier because the color copier chose today not to work. i would be patient but i really want to give this out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just thought i'd make some kind of post on here. amy, jenn, and stef all have away messages on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3369479?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3369479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3369479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_22_archive.html#3369479' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3319802</id><published>2001-04-22T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-22T16:41:49.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUESS WHO?!&lt;br /&gt;steph. sorry i havent been here lately..I dont really know what to say except I didnt forget about the blog I was just too lazy to write in it.&lt;br /&gt;I think someone should definetly umm..link us to one of thier pages considering the only people that read this thing, is US. :|&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I had an awesome 420..The weekend has been pretty decent...I just got a cable modem today so Im havin a shitload of fun with it..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later when I find somethin to write about..later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3319802?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3319802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3319802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_22_archive.html#3319802' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-3308559</id><published>2001-04-21T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-21T18:19:14.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn i keep forgetting about this thing. :/ but i'm not in the mood for a long post right now so i just thought i'd say hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3308559?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3308559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3308559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_15_archive.html#3308559' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-3304401</id><published>2001-04-21T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-21T11:32:27.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/center&gt;gee.. noticed that this died. i really have not been online lately so i have neglected to come here. i'm not sure about amy, stef, and jenn. stef &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; has stopped posting. sheesh. it's funny how we can never stick to commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally over my sickness. took a whole week but i'm FINALLY over it. hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my dress a week ago.. it's really pretty. blue. figures, though, doesn't it? shoes and a handbag to match. yeah, wow. that's pretty interesting. i don't have a picture of it or anything.. so i guess until i do nobody will care much, hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i finally went out last night for the first time in weeks. so the grounding is over. i went to the mall with a bunch of people. we had a lot of fun.. however, we kept having the problem of not knowing what to do next.. so we would stay in one spot for about an hour debating. this happened in front of the movie theater, in starbucks, and in jonny rockets. oh well, it was still fun. i went with carrie, erin, lauren, kailin, stephanie, nichole, megan, amy, andy, daniel, kenny, john.. and some people i really dont know (sarah, shay, and some other chick) all in all, i had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might go out again today with just erin and lauren. i bought some pants yesterday but i couldn't find a shirt to go with them.. so if i go out again today, that will be my mission. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to this song a lot lately. i don't know, i'm kind of stuck on it. it's an oldie but a goodie. "the freshmen" by the verve pipe majorly rocks, k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really talked to any of you guys lately.. been kind of busy. however, i am talking to stef right now. but amy, i talked to you once for the first time in a week and i haven't seen you since. jenn, talked to you once since you got back to florida.. but that's been it. agh, where did we all go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we never talk of our lack of relationships.. and how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor.. we fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good song, good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 (much much much luv considering i haven't seen you guys in so long!)&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/2830510-3304401?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3304401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3304401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_15_archive.html#3304401' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3178309</id><published>2001-04-12T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-12T18:48:44.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i 'mated' with paulas cousin. ok well not really. he and i just had to combine our two drawings of bugs (lol..) to figure out what traits were dominant and recessive. we had a red and black boy bug named Elmer, with a triangle head and a pointed body.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i can't believe no one is online, i have nobody to talk to. jenny and hattie, where are they? and i have to call melissa but not until after we're both done with dinner. i smell pasta.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;i spent all of language arts and most of study hall correcting a paper for JT; he's this preppy hott kid who is pretty smart but &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sucks AMAZINGLY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at writing. it was one of the most frusterating papers i'd say i've ever edited. there were so many run on sentences and thats one of the problems i have with &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; papers. and he didn't seem to know what commas are. don't get me wrong though, i love jt, i wouldnt have done it for him if i didnt. hes really funny and sweet and pretty cute n all, but yea, hes a terrible writer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;retro shows tonight. the first friends, will and grace, and ER? yes im in heaven. im gonn call melissa at 7 and we'll watch friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i might go over to jennys sat... shes catholic though, i donno what she does for easter weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3178309?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3178309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3178309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3178309' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-3158848</id><published>2001-04-11T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-11T12:39:36.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/center&gt;home from school &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. sheesh. 11:37 AM.. my friends are currently in 5th period.. well, actually, the bell is about to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghh.. if i go back tomorrow, it will be my last day. we have off on friday and monday. haha. my history teacher asked if i was taking an "extended vacation". gee, that's a funny one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was awful. my fever went up to 103.1 and i kept getting that dizzy feeling. felt pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez i hope i'm better by friday. i don't wanna miss that. i've waited much too long to get my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight josie and the pussycats came out. i really wanna see it. tonight is also the blockbuster awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm slightly better today. i woke up without a fever.. i still feel pretty crappy, though. i guess it's because my chest is all clogged up. damn asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bell just rang. ding ding ding.. go to 6th period.. which would be PE for me. well, at least one good thing came out of this. get to miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be so screwed over when i get my make-up work. agh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3158848?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3158848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3158848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3158848' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3152250</id><published>2001-04-11T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-11T00:04:24.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you buy me &lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/gallery.asp?startat=http%3A//www.allposters.com/GetPoster.asp%3FAPNum%3D122638%26f%3Dt%26P%3D1%26PP%3D2%26catupdate%3Dget" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; i will love you &lt;i&gt;FOREVER&lt;/i&gt;. its the giant lennon subway poster.. omg.. im saving for it right now.. im in love with it.. it is &lt;a href="http://a908.g.akamai.net/7/908/327/24h/images.allposters.com/images/27/013_MR700.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;beautiful&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3152250?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3152250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3152250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3152250' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-3145051</id><published>2001-04-10T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T15:15:50.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spring break, my ass. i'm sitting here in lovely canton... bored to death, in cozy 55-degree weather, right in the middle of nowhere. yes, this IS the life. ah, and dad wants to use MY computer now. so i guess i'll go find something else to do, out of the many activities there are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3145051?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3145051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3145051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3145051' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-3144345</id><published>2001-04-10T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T14:20:36.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home from school again. i have a thermometer in my mouth.. oh whoops, it's beeping. 99.5. so my temperature went down from what it was this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh. i'm really dizzy for some reason. i can't put my finger on it.. but i don't know what this feeling is. i just feel really lightheaded and i keep like forgetting where i am and what i'm doing... and what i am doing doesn't seem like it's real. i don't know, it's REALLY hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:20 PM.. friends get out of school in 1 hour and 15 minutes. not too long. i'm still so dizzy so when everyone calls me again i don't know if i'll be able to talk. i might forget who i'm talkin to, jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw shit. so much for my goal to only miss on day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reallllly realllllly hot. agh.. and i ache too. and i can't shake this freakin' dizzyish whatever feeling. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, when you've got a fever, even if there's a fan above you (which there is) everything feels hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this dizzy feeling. i feel like i'm going to fall down and faint or something. it's pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go try to make it to my bed and rest.. but i just can't bring my eyes to close. that's what bothers me. i want to go to sleep, but i can't. i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN DIZZY FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna say it again. i &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;3&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/2830510-3144345?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3144345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3144345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3144345' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3126958</id><published>2001-04-09T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-09T12:08:41.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm home from school today. yeah, i feel pretty crappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i hate school, i hate missing it even more.. well, missing all my other classes is just fine, but i can't stand missing algebra. i'll come back and get my make-up work and our algebra teacher is evil, so she won't exlpain it. and we started a new chapter on friday and i didn't understand the first section, so when i get my make-up work i'm gonna be confused as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, you're probably thinking one day won't do much, but when i'm sick i always miss at least 3 days. when i get sick, i get &lt;i&gt;sick&lt;/i&gt;. it really sucks, too. oh well, maybe this time i'll be okay tomorrow.. but judging from the way i felt when i woke up, that has a really small possibility. bleh... crappy feelings, crappy feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was up basically all night because i couldn't breathe.. i felt awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess just as long as i'm okay by friday all will be well. i'm getting my dress for the dance on friday and i don't want to miss that. i've been waiting to get it for a really long time. i'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid sun is shining really brightly through the windows. i'm always sick on the sunniest days. i hate sunshine. i don't know, i probably shouldn't... but i prefer dark, rainy days. rain makes me smile. sunshine makes me squint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judging by the fact that it's only 76 degrees (when i say only, you must remember i live in texas) and i'm really hot, i must have a fever. thermometer alert. be right back. (oh, trust me, this little entry is going to be long because i don't have anyone to talk to) stefo and jenn are online but they both have away messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a thermometer in my mouth. i hate these things. i most likely don't have a fever because i just remembered i took some medicine for that about an hour ago. hmmmmm.. i guess im just hot. aghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to rain on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.7 is my temperature. my neck hurts. amy is at school, stef is on spring break, jenn is.. i'm not sure, but she's online. away message. geez i need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i've made this blog boring enough. i guess i'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;3&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/2830510-3126958?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3126958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3126958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3126958' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3118233</id><published>2001-04-08T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-08T18:53:29.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't feel good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyraaaaaaarrrrrrwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3118233?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3118233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3118233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3118233' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3107452</id><published>2001-04-07T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-07T19:34:39.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teeeeeheheeehehe. i cut my hair, i have bangs now.. omg. lol. i havent had them since.. 3rd grade? my god. lol.. i cut too much but i just clip half of it back so only thin bangs are there, but its still kinda ugly.. i just look like a little kid. grr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay anyways, i burned my forehead so my dad had to go get me some antiseptic stuff. :/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i taped more lizzie mcguire. anyways, i better go, im kinda bored. today is saturday, remember KIDS &lt;a href="http://www.madtv.com" target="_blank"&gt;mad tv&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.saturdaynightlive.com" target="_blank"&gt;SNL&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;thats (saturday night live) to you, cait&lt;/i&gt; are on tonight. you betta watch! MAD tv is 10 CST and SNL is 10:35, watch them at the same time. flip back and forth during bad sketches, but &lt;b&gt;DON'T MISS LORRAINE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3107452?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3107452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3107452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3107452' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-3105858</id><published>2001-04-07T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-07T16:23:04.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont feel good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3105858?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3105858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3105858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3105858' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-3070481</id><published>2001-04-04T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T23:42:32.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god today was awesome. i wish everyday was like this. first of all...&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennagreeno/mattjenn.jpg" border=1 alt="me and matt"&gt;&lt;br&gt;HELL YEAH! need i say more about that. he's a hottie but then again he doesn't compare to my JOE who I talked to on IM for awhile then he asked me to call him so I did, and we talked for an hour until anna had to use the phone so now I'm waiting for him to call back. cause he MEMORIZED my phone number. that's a big step for us. oh yeah, he called me when i accidentally hung up on him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jennagreeno/id.html" border=1 alt="PROOF"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm so proud. I hope things stay good for us. It's made me so much happier. you don't even know. i'm gonna go write in od before i forget about my rockin' day. oh yeah, joe grant told me that he'd kiss me. how cute is that. yeah n theres more to that but im too lazy to type it so check my od to see if i wrote about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3070481?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3070481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3070481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3070481' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-3069698</id><published>2001-04-04T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T22:42:13.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i finally got my blog to work. quite happy with myself, i am, i must say. so anyways, i really need some publicity and all that crap. i have a group blog with some of my friends, but the address will be changing soon so i'm not even gonna bother to post the link..&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;perverted moment of the day:&lt;/b&gt; melissa hears some people fighting over "heads" and "tails" in line.. someone told another person they didnt have heads, so they said &lt;i&gt;okay, i'll give you head.&lt;/i&gt; n they didnt get it. thats so melissa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;so who's seen britney spears' commercial for pepsi? i am so drinkin coke for now on. its fucking hilarious when she tries to "ride," don't roll like durst honey, it just doesn't make sense..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3069698?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3069698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3069698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3069698' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-3037288</id><published>2001-04-02T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-02T19:50:21.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi guys. i just slept for like 4 hours.. heh. &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of my sleep is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy &gt;&gt; you didn't see me yesterday because i went to astroworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was fun. i went with megan, ashley, and jason. we had a good time despite the fact that jason was being an asshole. we just yelled at him and he lightened up.. for some of the time anyway. oh well, you learn to deal, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;3 &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/2830510-3037288?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3037288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3037288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3037288' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-3024482</id><published>2001-04-02T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-02T00:14:58.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey cait, i liked our insightful talk. :/ it was cool.. we have to dicuss stuff in that manner more often. i didnt get to see you at all today dude, where are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;im off school tomorrow, n jenny is babysitting. grr. we went shopping yesterday.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;anyway that was just a fun little update. i wanna go to the movies tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3024482?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3024482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3024482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3024482' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-3018848</id><published>2001-04-01T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-01T16:46:50.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi, i havent written here in awhile so i thought i'd stop by. it's sunday and there's not much to do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-3018848?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3018848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3018848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3018848' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-3005388</id><published>2001-03-31T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-31T11:12:30.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning all. just thought i'd put something on here because to be honest, i forgot about it. whoops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much is going on lately.. still grounded.. grrrrrrrr.. so that limits me. my sleep schedule is really messed up because i can't seem to get myself off the phone around 10. and then i can't got off at 11.. or 12.. or 1.. or 2.. luckily i'm always off by at most 3:30.. but still, when you have to wake up at 6, that tears out a big chunk of sleep. and i've been doing this all week, so mario and i promised not to talk on the phone past 10 all next week.. because well, we're losing an hour on sunday and i think i've lost enough hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing sleep is an unhealthy habit and well, i should get rid of it, but late night phone calls are just too meaningful. yanno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. thanks to amy for an insightful talk last night. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hugs to jenn, who i'm really happy for. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for you stef, i haven't seen you in a while. but what the hell, &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys. &lt;3&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/2830510-3005388?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3005388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/3005388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#3005388' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-2996409</id><published>2001-03-30T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-30T17:06:19.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lady marmalade is a fucking GOOD song, its by like lil kim and pink and christina and stuff and i love it... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2996409?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2996409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2996409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2996409' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2949019</id><published>2001-03-26T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-26T22:49:55.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i see said the blind man.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;stef i always say im out like the fat kid in dodge ball.. n when im bein sarcastic i say WiT aN x AnD aN o I'm OuT LyK WoAh! :X and yea we needa add more shit, we do need fame. someone needs to link us up. no one loves us. and group blogs are cooler, especially since we are such kick ass sexy ladies.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;bein nice to boys is the best policy i think, ive been treating matt like fucking god and today it like, paid off, i guess he missed me. yeah.. riight. i think he was kinda jealous of vinny and jt getting all of my attention, he cant let the preps steal my affection. damn preppies. they're hott though. i talk about boys too much. ugh. im gay. today hattie was trying to get adam to tell her who matt liked and i was just like BITCH DONT ;/ but really i appreciated it in the end cause id been kinda curious. i tried ta get colin to tell me once.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hate my new seating arrangement in math. matts even farther away and im with some gay people. but yea, melissa and lindsey &lt;I&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; kayla all sit by matt so i can go over and chill and talk to them and that will just give me an excuse to be over there and then i can talk to him without lookin like a freak. aww.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;aww i love curtis. hes jennys ex. hes the sweetest kid ever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;simon is funny.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;im boy crazy. anyfuckinways, i have some serious pains in my ovaries n maybe i oughta go do some yoga. the song on the radio sucks right now. i hate shaggy.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;im out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2949019?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2949019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2949019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2949019' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2948594</id><published>2001-03-26T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-26T22:15:37.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a little message to all the bastards out there. fuck with me and your pussy ass is mine.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.virtue.nu/imanerd/blog1.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.virtue.nu/imanerd/blog2.gif"&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;proof i get what i want.. even little things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;i have major pms. don't deny my raspberry peach lipgloss, or anything else for that matter, because i am woman hear me roar and you men fucking &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; cramps are undefeated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;anyone see &lt;a href="www.saturdaynightlive.com" target="_blank"&gt;SNL&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="www.madtv.com" target="_blank"&gt;madTV&lt;/a&gt; on saturday night? i missed it, damn it! email &lt;a href="mailto:fam0usamoscookie@aol.com"&gt;FaM0USamosCOOKiE@aol.com&lt;/a&gt; if you can give me the lo-down.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;im going to go listen to some angry music and have a midol. i love matt ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2948594?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2948594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2948594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2948594' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2931482</id><published>2001-03-25T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-25T19:45:27.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i said dead kidd insteada deaf kidd..well you all know what i mean. im out like the kid with no legs in tag. (that was gay cuz i just made it up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2931482?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2931482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2931482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2931482' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-2931447</id><published>2001-03-25T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-25T19:42:21.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy..its been awhile. whats new pussycats?? well my weekend was pretty cool even tho i did shit..yesterday i was hitchiking and got picked up by a scary old lady..she got me where i needed to go tho. so um amy i think we should add more stuff foo :/ i dont understand why we get no fame, are group blogs less cool or somethin? well anyway.. amy i think you should start smoking to piss your parents off. jenn i think you need to move somewhere else and get a change of...well yanno. and cait why are you grounded? ok well im out like the dead kidd in musical chairs..ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2931447?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2931447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2931447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2931447' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-2923587</id><published>2001-03-25T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-25T02:25:19.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jenn, two of my best friends are figure skaters, and i know a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of other ones. really they're some of the sweetest people ive ever met as athletes so &lt;i&gt;DONT DISS :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cait you think your house is driving you nuts? HAH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;i made some big scene tonight about my parents smoking and i was really depressed and crying for 2 - 3 hours straight. part of it was pms i think and part of it is just that i hate bullshit like that. and my mom told me she would quit, and i told her i didnt believe her. she said she would prove me wrong. it didnt make me feel better. i don't know what to think. my dad told me that through this whole thing the hardest part has been that hes known ive been right all along. if they do quit smoking, i will be very very proud of them but also of myself. i feel like by doing this i've made a really good, really big influence on their life and their health. but i dont know.. right now i'm at an &lt;i&gt;i'll believe it when i see it&lt;/i&gt; stage. i still seriously do not know what to think though. the dreamer half of me hopes they'll quit. the logical half of me tells me not to get my hopes up because my mother has lied to me before about this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;its late. i better go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;check out my website. &lt;a href="http://www.virtue.nu/imanerd/" target="_blank"&gt;secluded&lt;/b&gt;; it's not even close to done but when it is itll be kickin some ass. i love you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2923587?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2923587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2923587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2923587' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2915922</id><published>2001-03-24T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-24T12:24:16.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bored right now. actually i'm bored about 85% of the time. seriously. i never have anything to write here, i guess whenever i do have something to say i go straight to OD. i love OD. so it's saturday and i have nothing to do which doesn't surprise me. there's never any excitement around here. no, wait, there's an ICE SHOW today. screw that, i wouldn't be caught dead at one of those things where all the little figure skaters are gonna be. just the crappy locals, nobody famous or even good for that matter lol. i hate this town and most of the people in it so much. they really annoy me. thus the reason i need a vacation. oh how i love spring break. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2915922?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2915922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2915922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2915922' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-2914853</id><published>2001-03-24T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-24T10:12:17.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm grounded... so there's not much to do around here. i left my book in my locker so there's nothing to read. i left my other book in my locker so i can't do my homework. and there is nothing for breakfast. hmmph. oh well, i'm only grounded from going places with my friends... which doesn't ban me from going to megan's tonight. megan asked me to the movies.. then jason asked me to the movies.. and carrie asked me to go to the mall... grrrrrr.. so i've got to turn down everything. this house is driving me nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2914853?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2914853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2914853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2914853' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-2914730</id><published>2001-03-24T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-24T09:54:45.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, my family makes me sooooooooooooooooo mad! i can't stand anyone anymore. i'm only happy when i'm not here. i want to just go spend the entire day with my friends. i'm one of the only kids i know who loves school, and i don't love it for the grades or the teachers, yes- i love it for my friends, partially. but my favorite thing about school is that it's not home. i need to get out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2914730?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2914730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2914730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2914730' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2914643</id><published>2001-03-24T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-24T09:45:00.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alll my friends are so caught up in their own lives. i think its because we're at an age where the only aspects in our lives are friends and boys and what's important to &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;. i must say i'm like that too. i'm self centered.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no one cares about anyone else's problems. in fact, a lot of times people just talk over each other trying to get their point across... but thats how it is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;i need to go take care of my chronic back pain. anyone know a good chiropractor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2914643?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2914643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2914643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2914643' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2903916</id><published>2001-03-23T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-23T12:16:08.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes yes, html. wohooo. i'm tired... it's 12:14 pm and I just woke up but i still feel sleep-deprived. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2903916?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2903916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2903916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2903916' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-2896042</id><published>2001-03-22T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-22T21:20:09.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes jen sweetheart you can put html in here but dont forget to close your tags or else it fucks the whole thing up. aww hattie says im one of her best friends. im flattered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2896042?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2896042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2896042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2896042' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2894616</id><published>2001-03-22T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-22T19:33:58.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i forgot about this thing. stef told me to post and i was like "WHOA THE BLOG!" so thanks for reminding me steffy. i love you. and i love you cait, and amy. so anyway, we had a snow day today. that was cool. hey can I put HTML in here? i wanna try. but then if it screws up, i'll feel gay. i won't try it then. la la la. i'm bored. oh yeah, i'm gonna add this to my site so maybe we'll get more traffic. not that many people visit my site, but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2894616?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2894616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2894616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2894616' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-2881496</id><published>2001-03-21T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T22:51:17.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have what is commonly called &lt;i&gt;dj karma&lt;/i&gt;. this means if i call up radio stations i am always put on air because something draws them to me. maybe its the fact that they all say i sound like im 24 when i'm 13. anyway, i love &lt;B&gt;&lt;a href="www.kiss96.com"&gt;i s a b e l l e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for bein the coolest dj ever. yeeea! i love being on the radio. i got to introduce a song and then the dj thought i was awesome so she put our conversation on the air. woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2881496?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2881496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2881496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2881496' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2879496</id><published>2001-03-21T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T20:40:27.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm angry at blogger. it screwed my entry.. grrrrrrrrr. well let's see if i can remember anything.. hi.. sorry i haven't made any past postings, been kind of busy. everyone at school is bustling around worrying about the huge end of the year dance.. whether they have dresses or dates.. etc.. and i don't have either. heh. but onto the happier things in life.. i have rehearsal for the spring play tomorrow. there's a variety show and i'm in two acts. well maybe it will be three if i try out for improv (they're doing substitute arms - heh, anyone know what that is?) but i'm not sure if i'll want to do it.. there'll be two sets of four so that's eight people. the thing i worry about in improv is whether i'll blank out or not.. because if you blank out, you're &lt;i&gt;completely&lt;/i&gt; screwed. i know because it happened to my friend kailin at the speech tournament, and she was in semi-finals. her partner, erin got flustered because of it and couldn't cover for her. so.. i dunno. but i am in two acts. i'm doing a pantomime with kailin (the topic is broadway auditions) and a lip sync with nicole, megan, and ashley (good mornin' from singing in the rain) so that should be cool. yeah. i'm rambling again so i better go. today was the one year anniversary of nsync's &lt;b&gt;no strings attached&lt;/b&gt;. i woke up at 5:00 in the morning this day one year ago and was the first person in all of sam goody to own a copy. yeah, now i'm definetly going. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2879496?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2879496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2879496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2879496' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-2878046</id><published>2001-03-21T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T18:24:59.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the coolest person in the world is Phoebe Buffay from friends. I remember one night at a sleepover two of my friends were talkin about who would be who if we were in &lt;a href="http://home.nbci.com/slg?tag=st.sn.sr.15111.sc_132_2&amp;u=%2FLMOID%2Fresource%2F0%2C566%2C%2D857%2C00%2Ehtml&amp;f=61&amp;k=Friends&amp;tu=132&amp;r=1&amp;t=36"&gt;"friends"&lt;/a&gt; and I was falling asleep so I got stuck bein Phoebe. they said I act like her but I think they made me Phoebe cuz none of them wanted to be her. at first I was irritated because I wanted to be Jennifer Aniston. but I am realizing that &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;am the lucky one because Phoebe is bombz. She writes cool songs like Suicide and Snowmen, and Smellycat. She makes babies for other people. She ends up with Joey. shes just cool beans. so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2878046?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2878046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2878046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2878046' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-2877301</id><published>2001-03-21T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T17:23:52.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>s t e f o :&lt;br&gt;i dont know, im just braindead, andrew all of a sudden disappeared. yea, i kno, im very proud, i have to make it so that gay ad isnt on there (upload it to ftp or something.) we are not hogs. cait and jenn are just dumb thats all ;/ i dont know if anyone reads our shizzzzzzzzzzzzy (as vinny would put it). we need some publicity. everyone loves jenns cam site. link us up dude. :/ i use :/ a lot too.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, matt and i discussed who's family is more mentally insane (its mine, believe me) but he says his aunt is fucked up.  nice to talk to him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;today was hat day, i didnt see many cool hats but whatever. i came in and everyone was like &lt;I&gt;MY GOD, I THOUGHT YOU DIED!&lt;/i&gt; its good to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2877301?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2877301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2877301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2877301' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2877241</id><published>2001-03-21T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T17:18:58.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=7 color="Red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i   l o v e   m a t t .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font size=7 color="red"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2877241?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2877241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2877241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2877241' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2875292</id><published>2001-03-21T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T14:48:41.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello dudes and dudettes..well to answer my very cool comment, amy, andrew is history. where've ya been dear? :/ and dorian..still goin on strong..im NOT cheating on ian but we still like each other. i must say amy, i love the perdy lil job you did on our blog..it kicks ass. for some reason, i feel like we're hoggin the blog or somethin cuz cait and jenn seem to hmm NOT POST ANYTHING? :/ where are you guys?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im waiting for my dad to order some dominos cuz im pretty damn hungry. in other news, i am doing better in school..yay :o :^) i will not be a happy camper if i have to go to summer school. that would definetly suck cock n balls. so i have a question, does anyone actually read this shiznit? oh yeah amy..wheres the little info n pic that was gunna be on the side dude? :/ dontcha think i use this face too much? :/ i definetly do. welllllll im out like the fat kid in dodgeball..peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2875292?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2875292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2875292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2875292' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-2873648</id><published>2001-03-21T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T12:32:03.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been writing wayyy too much. so, i'm going to school, anyway. i took a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; shower, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; brushed my teeth and actually changed clothes. i know it sounds gross, but i mean, who really does that when they're sick? typically you get in the shower, stand there for a short amount of time, don't even do anything, get out with ratty hair but are happy your sinuses are clear (&lt;i&gt;until&lt;/i&gt; you leave the bathroom), then run the brush over your teeth a few times and i mean.. i wore pajamas all day, every day, no reason to change.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now that i've actually COMPLETELY grossed you out, its hat day today. im wearing my old navy baseball hat, but it makes my bangs get in my eyes. i don't care, its the only hat i own. i used to have a bunch of my grammas old ones from like, the 1920's, but they disappeared (i think she took em back to her place). so a baseball hat it is. i have this weird paranoia that i'll get there, and it &lt;i&gt;won't&lt;/i&gt; be hat day (even though i was told it was by 2 or 3 people) and look like a fucking idiot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;i listened to the radio in the shower and didnt get electricuted. yes, i sing in the shower. then flip got locked in the bathroom and i tried to pet him and i was soaking wet and he had a fit.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;k well i have to finish getting ready... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2873648?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2873648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2873648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2873648' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2872192</id><published>2001-03-21T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T10:47:31.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i did the new layout thing. cool, yea i thought so. i also added one of those "comment" things. wooo go me. i'm an idiot though so i couldn't figure out how it worked. but then i got a clue. at least being stupid helped me pass the time. so, anyway, i dont think anyone's reading this but if you are &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;LEAVE US COMMENTS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font size=2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i think i will go to school later... i'm gonna call my dad as soon as i'm done writing. i hate getting sooo behind. it sucks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;stefo you're so funny ;o i need to add a poll on here like you requested. what should we poll about?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gah, i look SO shitty i hope a shower and makeup will fix me up because right now i look like i just crawled out of the gutter ;o. i will probably write more this morning. anyways. i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2872192?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2872192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2872192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2872192' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2871674</id><published>2001-03-21T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T09:20:21.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stayed home again today. i'll shower later. maybe i'll go in this afternoon. i'm working on a new layout cause i have nothing better to do. itll be done by the time the 3 of you get home. i just hope you guys dont hate it :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2871674?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2871674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2871674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2871674' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2866162</id><published>2001-03-20T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-20T21:43:52.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdy doo..well i talked to ian today while i was hanging out with guys.. BIG MISTAKE! if anyone says a word to me he gets super defensive and at first its cute but then its like DAMN NEGRO! gimmie my room! i love him n all but sure nuff, nuff gets to be nuff sometimes, ya smell me? din-din's ready gotta bounce like a bad check--peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2866162?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2866162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2866162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2866162' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-2865200</id><published>2001-03-20T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-21T10:15:07.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh you just have to love &lt;a href="http://www.saturdaynightlive.com" target="_blank"&gt;SNL&lt;/a&gt;. tina fey said something funny for once? (i know, i cant believe it either.)&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size=2&gt;&lt;font color="Red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color="red"&gt; "bush told democrats last week that they just needed to move on, and move forward. that is what all of america is doing. america replied, yes, we do want to move forward. to 2004."&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jenny:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color="Blue"&gt; lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jenny:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color="blue"&gt; you're just full of bush critizism&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color="red"&gt; damn straight.&lt;/font size=2&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2865200?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2865200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2865200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2865200' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2864409</id><published>2001-03-20T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-20T20:01:38.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amy is sick and also, her computer decided to be a bitch while she was working on this and blogger died; then aol died; then the cable modem died for 2 days and then amy began barfing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hattie and paula are pissing me off. why wont my friends be rational.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;JOHN PHILLIPS DIED yes cait, mckenzie phillips' dad. :/ im in mourning. i was in denial all of monday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2864409?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2864409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2864409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2864409' title=''/><author><name>amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453742027097096790</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-2830510.post-2835570</id><published>2001-03-18T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-18T20:31:59.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhm dude jenn whats wrong?? :/ and no cait &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; am the coolest.. you can pretend you are though, I really dont mind..did someone delete my post earlier? very unkosher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2835570?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2835570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2835570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2835570' title=''/><author><name>pimpin george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10119717599101669748</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-2830510.post-2834856</id><published>2001-03-18T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-18T19:25:26.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am cait and i am the coolest :^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2834856?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2834856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2834856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2834856' title=''/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262382512285922591</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-2830510.post-2834680</id><published>2001-03-18T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-18T19:08:30.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK CANTON. i hate this place. i wanna move. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2834680?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2834680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2834680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2834680' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2830510.post-2830632</id><published>2001-03-18T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-18T12:25:30.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um. testing? 123? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2830510-2830632?l=jacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2830632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2830510/posts/default/2830632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacs.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2830632' title=''/><author><name>jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
