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Open Diary - c-rocka http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=D533168 Life in the Dreamscape Melting Hot http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D533168&entry=10052 We all live in our own dreamscape. Maybe one day you'll be in mine.<BR> <BR> <STYLE>body:{background-color:white;}A:link{color:#FD7C38;text-decoration:none} A:visited {color:#FD7C38;text-decoration: none} A:hover {color: #000000;background-color: none;text-decoration: none;text-transform:none; font-weight:none;border:0pt solid white}</style><style>a{text-decoration:none;}</style><style>input{background:#FFFFFF;height:16;border:1pt solid black;color:#FD7C38;font-family:verdana;font-size:12;text-align:center;cursor:crosshair;}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></style><style>b{color:#EF4F0D}</style><style>i{color:#FD7C38}</style><style>u{color:#FD7C38}</style><style>s{color:#FD7C38}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></STYLE><style type="text/css"> </STYLE><STYLE>body{SCROLLBAR-FACE-COLOR:#FD7C38;SCROLLBAR-ARROW-COLOR:#FFFFFF;SCROLLBAR-TRACK-COLOR:#FED7B6;SCROLLBAR-HIGHLIGHT-COLOR:#000000;SCROLLBAR-SHADOW-COLOR:#000000;SCROLLBAR-3DLIGHT-COLOR:#FFFFFF;SCROLLBAR-DARKSHADOW-COLOR:#FFFFFF;}</STYLE><center><table height=328 width=530 style="border:1pt solid #666666;background:#E17B29;" cellpadding=1 cellspacing=1><tr><td width=280 height=218><p style="border:1pt solid black;height:218;width:280;background:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/CorporateDirtbag/Layouts/orange.jpg);"></td><td width=250 rowspan=2 height=331><span style="border:1pt solid black;height:331;width:250;overflow:auto;background:#FED7B6;"><font color=black><strike>Melting Hot</strike>I haven't written in a while, i keep saying that.<BR> <BR> so, the school year's almost over. it's sad that all these seniors that i like are leaving. yesterday we were' wildin so much in cooking class because it was all of the seniors' last day. and we were cleaning up the kitchens so we were all hanging out. and i got bobby wet with the hose from the sink. peri and i laughed so hard. i'm laughing thinking about it. and robbie hit on fernando. it was funny he was like "can i have a hug?" and fernando was like "what the fuck"...and walked off. robbie's a big guy so i would be scared too. but robbie's hilarious. so i said "i'll have a hug robbie". and he gave me a hug. but it was funny. and kaycie hit me in the ass with a towel. it hurt. and mrs. ammen was pissed at kaycie saying "someone could have gotten hurt". i thought i was HILARIOUS. it was one of those things where you're in a good mood and then every little thing is funny. and mrs. ammen made robbie clean refridgerator drawers. and he didn't want to so he got bitchy. that was funny too. i don't know it was a good day. and then class was over and now i'll never see them again...that's sad i liked all of them even though jill was too pretty for her own good. so at the end of class we were taking crazy pictures and i got robbie to sit on bobby's lap and act like a porn star for a picture. it was <b>crazy</b>. but now i have to do snack duty for exams because i volunteered because i felt bad that no one else would volunteer. i don't really want to do it though. <BR> <BR> and then i saw doug today to. he bum rushed me. and he never says hi. and he gave me a ton of hugs because he's leaving too. i'm really glad i met him. he was <b>HOT</b> and funny and nice. and i'll miss him. i'm sad i didn't get to see zak b4 he left. but, it's been a good year.<BR> <BR> so, today i went to Barnes and Nobles with my dad and nikki and i got two books. i couldn't find the hotel rwanda soundtrack and that made me mad because that was my main reason for going. and then i went to UPS with my mom and waited for her to mail a package. i just walked around in front of the plaza. i felt weird like i had just moved to roanoke and was looking around for the first time. it's been so hot today. i'm sweating inside and outside the house even with the a.c. on. but now that the air's on, i'm going to freeze. after UPS we went to subway to get chuckie and sandwich and we waited for 30 minutes. two women ordered 4 foot long subs it was rediculous. and the heat was making me impatient. and then we went to burger king and they were out of angus burgers. which was strange, but whatever. <BR> <BR> so i've been reading, IM'ing, listening to toni braxton and destiny's child all day basically. <BR> <BR> i need a job for this marketing class. i applied and interviewed for brandon oaks but i didn't get the job. they needed someone who could come in at three and i can't because school gets out at three-ten. oh well, so i've applied at icing and t.j. maxx and haven't heard back from anyone yet. i'm starting to get anxious because i can start counting my hours on thursday and i want to get as many hours in during the summer before classes start. not having a job is a problem. a <b>big</b> problem.<BR> <BR> kaitlin and nikki got in a fight. kaitlin keeps talking this "i'm going to drop out of school" mess and nikki called her out on her shit and told her she'd get kicked out, her family would make her go back, and so on...(which is all true) and kaitlin got pissy and called nikki retarded and told her to fuck off. in my opinion, if you can't take the truth, don't ask for it. but, kaitlin's an attention whore so in a few days, she'll come back with new slashes on her wrists with more hickies and Lor Tabs in her purse. typical. speaking of Lor Tabs, andrew collapsed in the hall because he took 20 milligrams of the stuff. and then he was joking about it later. if he had died, it wouldn't have been so funny. but that's my school for you, if i don't kill you, it makes a hell of a joke.<BR> <BR> i'm in bed now finishing this entry i started way earlier and then shut off. i don't have anything else to write about. exams start seriously on monday and then it's all half-days from there. biology class is done though. it's a shame. that was the only class i loved and looked forward to. we had a sundae party too. lot's of chocolate. the way i like it. and mrs. cann brought her son he's a cute baby, but i'm not that good with kids so i just looked. <BR> <BR> <b>3</b> days left of school.<BR> </span></td></tr><tr><td width=280 height=110><span style="border:1pt solid black;height:110;width:280;overflow:auto;background:#FED7B6;"><font color=black><strike>Right Now</strike>x <b>Time</b> 10:45<br>x <b>Wearing</b> shorts, tank, hoodie<br>x <b>Music</b> Please by <b>Toni Braxton</b><br>x <b>Munching</b> nothing<br>x <b>Sipping</b> nothing<br>x <b>Chatting</b> nothing<br>x <b>Thinking</b> I've got to breath, please...<br></span></td></tr></table><BR> <BR> Sat, 4 Jun 2005 0:00:01 GMT We Ready http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D533168&entry=10051 We all live in our own dreamscape. Maybe one day you'll be in mine.<BR> <BR> <STYLE>body:{background-color:white;}A:link{color:#FD7C38;text-decoration:none} A:visited {color:#FD7C38;text-decoration: none} A:hover {color: #000000;background-color: none;text-decoration: none;text-transform:none; font-weight:none;border:0pt solid white}</style><style>a{text-decoration:none;}</style><style>input{background:#FFFFFF;height:16;border:1pt solid black;color:#FD7C38;font-family:verdana;font-size:12;text-align:center;cursor:crosshair;}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></style><style>b{color:#EF4F0D}</style><style>i{color:#FD7C38}</style><style>u{color:#FD7C38}</style><style>s{color:#FD7C38}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></STYLE><style type="text/css"> </STYLE><STYLE>body{SCROLLBAR-FACE-COLOR:#FD7C38;SCROLLBAR-ARROW-COLOR:#FFFFFF;SCROLLBAR-TRACK-COLOR:#FED7B6;SCROLLBAR-HIGHLIGHT-COLOR:#000000;SCROLLBAR-SHADOW-COLOR:#000000;SCROLLBAR-3DLIGHT-COLOR:#FFFFFF;SCROLLBAR-DARKSHADOW-COLOR:#FFFFFF;}</STYLE><center><table height=328 width=530 style="border:1pt solid #666666;background:#E17B29;" cellpadding=1 cellspacing=1><tr><td width=280 height=218><p style="border:1pt solid black;height:218;width:280;background:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/CorporateDirtbag/Layouts/orange.jpg);"></td><td width=250 rowspan=2 height=331><span style="border:1pt solid black;height:331;width:250;overflow:auto;background:#FED7B6;"><font color=black><strike>I'm Missing You</strike>I love this song. and i love this website. i haven't written in a while, so much going on...well not really, but i just haven't written. <BR> <BR> this week has had so many assignments. i had to turn in a character notebook for <u>A Separate Peace</u>. that's one of the <b>worst</b> books i've ever read. i absolutely hate/hated it. and the best part of the novel is when one of the main characters dies. its that bad. so, at least that's over aside from the test. i really hope it's not that hard because i haven't really read the book. i just skimmed through the paragraphs. there was too much unnecessary detail.<BR> <BR> today was mock graduation for the seniors so we got to watch them dress up and walk into the gym to that song <b>We Ready</b> by Archie Eversole. i think that's the best graduation song ever because it has nothing to do with graduation except for "we ready for y'all". and i think that if they don't play that song when we walk in two years i'm going to throw down. it was weird though none of the seniors danced at all this year. last year everyone danced and it was hot. but every year i'm like "i can't wait until it's us" and i really can't. it's going to be so exciting. but it's still two years away. that's pathetic, but i can wait.<BR> <BR> i had a job interview today at brandon oaks. it's a retirement home. i'll be helping out with the dining services. serving food and stuff. i don't know why everyone expected me to be nervous though. all it is is another person. i was kind of surprised when i saw her because i thought she'd be younger than she was. she sounds young on the phone. so, she's married. i was shocked. i think working there will be good for me because it will show me how to work with other people. i hope i get the job i really need it. i'll be real, i really want it too.<BR> <BR> we ate <b>a lot</b> in cooking class today. there were only ten of us because all of the seniors were gone and there were two apple pies, and chips and this cheesy nacho dip. i was so full. so i gave brandon my leftover pie. yum yum. <BR> <BR> so now i'm here and i'm listening to "We Ready" over, and over, and over again. this song just gets me excited. and i think of graduation.<BR> <BR> <b>9</b> Days of School Left</span></td></tr><tr><td width=280 height=110><span style="border:1pt solid black;height:110;width:280;overflow:auto;background:#FED7B6;"><font color=black><strike>Right Now</strike>x <b>Time</b> 5:32<br>x <b>Wearing</b> jeans, roanoke college tee<br>x <b>Music</b> Missing You by <b>Case</b><br>x <b>Munching</b> nothing<br>x <b>Sipping</b> lemonade<br>x <b>Chatting</b> no one<br>x <b>Thinking</b> Everday I wanna pick up the phone and tell you you're everything I need and more...<br></span></td></tr></table><BR> <BR> Wed, 25 May 2005 0:00:01 GMT Liger of an Entry http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D533168&entry=10050 We all live in our own dreamscape. Maybe one day you'll be in mine.<BR> <BR> <BR> </TD></TR></TABLE><TABLE BORDER=0 CELLPADDING=6 WIDTH=100%><TR><TD WIDTH=100% VALIGN=top COLSPAN=2><FONT FACE="Arial", arial SIZE=2 COLOR=#FFD700><style>b{color:gold;}</style><style>i{color:gold;}</style><style>u{color:gold;}</style><style>s{color:gold;}</style><STYLE type="text/css"> </STYLE><STYLE type="text/css"> </STYLE><style>a:hover{height:0;filter:blur}</style><style>a{text-decoration:none}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></STYLE><style>body{scrollbar-face-color:white;scrollbar-shadow-color:white;scrollbar-highlight-color:white;scrollbar-3dlight-color:white;scrollbar-darkshadow-color:white;scrollbar-track-color:white;scrollbar-arrow-color:black}</style><style></style><STYLE type="text/css"></STYLE><STYLE type="text/css"></style><center><p style="background:url(http://homepages.ius.edu/ssprigle/timmy/beach.jpg);width:210;height:310;"></center><center><span style="overflow:auto;width:210;height:100;background:white;border:1px solid black;"><font size=1><font color=black><Strike><center>Wednesday is Hump Day</strike><br>I'm in history right now. we're learning about the great <s>country</s> continent of Africa. and i'm really trying to make today a good day. so, i'm perky. it also helps that they played Hypnotize Me by <b>Biggie Smalls</b>. i love that song. <BR> <BR> they have the car-giveaway contest going on at school for relay for life. yesterday we had a pep rally for it. it was boring until they had the little relay races. that was funny. i really, really want that car...even though i don't like jeeps that much.<BR> <BR> we had to cook pasta today in cooking class. i think we did i good job. i loved the way it tasted. it was sooo good. i hope we win. we'll probably just win some frozen candy, but i do like to win. whateva!!<BR> <BR> now, i'm bored and i'm still hyper. ahh, i read maia's diary yesterday. i always forget that people go through other shit. i don't know why...but reading it was like weird because i know her and she holds so much of her life in to herself and i guess we all do, but that was kind of a wake up call...i don't know. i like her though. she's cool as all...so whateva!!!<BR> <BR> i'm kind of fading right now. gotta stay pumped. ashley's excited because hilary duff is coming to roanoke. i don't give a damn about that pop-tart, but if ashley likes her i won't say anything. she hasn't made fun of me for thinking 50 Cent is hot as hell, so i won't say anything bad.<BR> <BR> did you know a mix between a tiger and a lion is called a liger or a tigon? <BR> <BR> biggie, biggie, biggie can't you see sometimes your words just hypnotize me and i just love your flashy ways i guess that's why they're broke and you're so paid.<BR> <BR> </span></center><center><a href="http://www.teenopendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=null">..Layouts.Blends..</a></center></TD></TR><TR><TD COLSPAN=2> </TD></TR><TR><TD WIDTH=50%><BR> <BR> Wed, 18 May 2005 0:00:01 GMT Monday is Bananas http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D533168&entry=10049 We all live in our own dreamscape. Maybe one day you'll be in mine.<BR> <BR> <STYLE>body{background-color:E3DC71}td{background:}A:link{color:#D6B05D;text-decoration:none} A:visited {color:#D6B05D;text-decoration: none} A:hover {text-decoration:none;height:0;font-color:black;background:#F7FAAD;border:1pt solid black;}</style><style>a{text-decoration:none;}</style><style>input{background:#F7FAAD;height:18;border:1pt solid #000000;color:#000000;font-family:verdana;font-size:12;text-align:center;}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></style><style>b{color:#D6B05D}</style><style>i{color:#D6B05D}</style><style>u{color:#D6B05D}</style><style>s{color:#D6B05D}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></STYLE><style type="text/css"></STYLE><STYLE>body{SCROLLBAR-FACE-COLOR:E3DC71;SCROLLBAR-ARROW-COLOR:000000;SCROLLBAR-TRACK-COLOR:E3DC71;SCROLLBAR-HIGHLIGHT-COLOR:E3DC71;SCROLLBAR-SHADOW-COLOR:E3DC71;SCROLLBAR-3DLIGHT-COLOR:E3DC71;SCROLLBAR-DARKSHADOW-COLOR:E3DC71;}</STYLE><center><table width=849 height=489 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0 style="background:url(http://img47.echo.cx/img47/9126/wherelifetakesyou0ba.jpg);border:0pt solid none;"><tr><td width=849 height=52 colspan=2></td></tr><tr><td width=45 height=437></td><td width=804 height=437 valign=top><span style="background:none;overflow:auto;width:385;height:386;border:0pt solid none;filter:chroma(color:E3DC71);"><font color=black>Aah, yet another monday. isn't that nice? no...not really.<BR> <BR> mmm...today was kind of interesting. i had strength training for 2 hrs. and everyone abandoned me. it was only me, brooke, sarah, o and haley. she's really kind of desperate looking when she's by herself. but that's not the point. anyways, i actually <b>worked out</b>. for more than 30 minutes. my fat ass was on an eliptical for longer than all the atheletes. i'm so proud of myself. that would have been one of the days i showered at school though. i felt gross. and my big fear of smelling bad was bothering me all day. does that make me paranoid? i guess it does...oh well, at least i have my sanity. and then, i got a job application from mrs. davis that i have to fill out. i'll start working at bradon oaks which is an "assisted living facility" which is a nice way to say a nursing home or the funny farm. i'm kind of nervous about working there, but i hear it pays hella-good like 16/hour. i could get into that. of course if i had my way, i would be working at allstate making <b>418/week</b>, but i guess i gotta deal.<BR> <BR> i talked to ashley last night. i guess her life is whatever. i don't know...but i guess this is the growing apart phase because we spent more time and "enthusiasm" (it's IM come on) talking about Jay-Z making another album than about our lives. but for all the talking she does about us changing, she's done a hell of a lot of it herself. which is okay i guess, but i don't really know if i want to see her be different when/if she comes back. and then kaitlin and nikki were talking about a diary entry (which i read) where she said that she was talking to adam and he asked her if she had the choice to move back would she...and she said no, she wouldn't come back. and i don't know if she just means that because it's roanoke, but it was kind of funny feeling to me. i guess if she likes middletown delaware so much that it's better than here, but she was just talking about how her friends wouldn't be the same and neither would she. which bothers me...like i guess life is just that nice for her. who knows? but she's got a bunch of guys fighting over her, one female friend, and a new townhouse, who the hell knows. and kaitlin is all "sad" she doesn't talk to ashley anymore. sad, is as sad does. two weeks before ashley left, kaitlin buddied up to courtney so she had a smoking buddy. which is kind of wack if you ask me. but no one does.<BR> <BR> today was an ice cream day. i'm pathetic. i worked out and then killed it with doritos, two/three/four pop-tarts, peach yogurt, and an ice cream sandwich. if i keep going i'm going to end up like kirstie alley or mo'nique. the fat actress. which would actually be kind of dope. bootylicious as hell and everything. the thing is if i slim down i won't have boobs anymore. and i like my girls. a lot. like i think it's unhealthy. well, not really but hey, they're mine. speaking of boobs...on accident i thought i was poking maia's arm while i was talking to nikki and i was really poking her boob. totally didn't mean to. really.<BR> <BR> english sucked. we had to write a little expository about friendship. i don't have a best friend. does that make me a loser? probably...but that's not such a bad thing is it? i just have a few people i'm closer to than others...i think. i try. i pretty much talked to korosh the whole time and listened to music. i'm slacking off in school now that there's only 3 weeks left. did i say before i don't want to read this book? because i really don't. it sucks when you can't get past the first page.<BR> <BR> i'm rambling...that's a problem. but i don't really want to stop writing. my sister's award ceremony is in a week. i wonder when ours is. i better get one. i hate not doing well in school. it's been the <i>one</i> thing i'm consistent in and i like it like that. that and maybe sleeping. but i like it like that.<BR> <BR> biology SOL tomorrow and then they're a wrap. fantastic.<BR> <BR> <b>14</b> days left of school. this shit is bananas! b-a-n-a-n-a-s!</span></td></tr></table> Mon, 16 May 2005 0:00:01 GMT It's Saturday Ooh Ooh Let's Get Political http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D533168&entry=10048 We all live in our own dreamscape. Maybe one day you'll be in mine.<BR> <BR> <STYLE>A:link{color:#CE8A5A;text-decoration:none} A:visited {color:#CE8A5A;text-decoration: none} A:hover {text-decoration:none;height:0;}</style><style>a{text-decoration:none;}</style><style>input{background:#FFFFFF;filter:progid:dximagetransform.microsoft.gradient(gradienttype=0,startcolorstr=#FFF7F7,endcolorstr=#E7BA9C);height:18;border:1pt solid #CE8A5A;color:#000000;font-family:verdana;font-size:12;text-align:center;}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></style><style>b{color:#CE8A5A}</style><style>i{color:#CE8A5A}</style><style>u{color:#CE8A5A}</style><style>s{color:#CE8A5A}</style><STYLE type="text/css"></STYLE><style type="text/css"> </STYLE><STYLE>body{SCROLLBAR-FACE-COLOR:#FFEFE7;SCROLLBAR-ARROW-COLOR:#CE8A5A;SCROLLBAR-TRACK-COLOR:#FFFFFF;SCROLLBAR-HIGHLIGHT-COLOR:#000000;SCROLLBAR-SHADOW-COLOR:#000000;SCROLLBAR-3DLIGHT-COLOR:#FFFFFF;SCROLLBAR-DARKSHADOW-COLOR:#FFFFFF;}</STYLE><center><table height=506 width=478 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0 style="background:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/CorporateDirtbag2/Layouts/msn_orange.gif);"><tr><td width=478 height=73 colspan=2></td></tr><tr><td width=16 height=22></td><td width=462 height=22 valign=top><font color=black>Sticky, Icky</font></td></tr><tr><td width=16 height=229></td><td width=462 height=229><font color=black><span style="background:none;height:229;width:436;border:0pt solid white;overflow:auto;">SOLs have been all week. so, i don't really have any work to do. we got a new book called <u>A Separate Peace</u> in english yesterday. i can't get into the first page. u know you're in trouble when you're bored by the first sentence. i think i'm going to spark notes it or something because i don't think i could possibly stand another book. and guess what? we not only have to read the whole book in two weeks, we have to make a character page. i think its funny that if i'm really into a book i could finish a thick one in an afternoon, but this book is probably going to be <b>very</b> time consuming for me.<BR> <BR> i think i'm getting sick. i can feel a sore throat befor i get one and my nose is draining into my throat, but maybe that's too much information. i don't care. and i have a headache. fabulous...<BR> <BR> so, i was supposed to go shopping, but my dad has to work this weekend, so we couldn't because who would watch my brother if we went out? chuckie cannot handle himself in a department store. everything is a toy to him. if he sees it its his, if he touches it's his, if it belongs to you it's his...trouble...and he was throwing tantrums all afternoon. i can't take it. that kind of thing makes me not want children at all. that and we just watched the origin of life movie in biology. pleasant shit right? mmm...looks painful...kinda feel some sympathy pains, and i'm not the one having the baby. i'm going to have my tubes tied when i'm 30. maybe i'll adopt or something, but i don't think i'd be a good mother <i>at all</i>. i have control issues and a temper. but i kind of like kids, so maybe i'll be a pediatrician. who's to really know?<BR> <BR> so it's 7:16, i'm a loser and i have no plans for tonight, or tomorrow. that's okay because i don't really want to do anything anyways you know. maybe i'll just schlepp around for the rest of my life. i ain't gotta go nowhere. really mama...i could just stay witchu and have some babies. where my baby daddy at? so, maybe i'll go to local colors tomorrow, but i kind of don't want to because when you go, everyone expects you to get up and do some kind of dance because you're african...<BR> <BR> <u><b>let me clarify something:</b></u><BR> Africa is a <b>continent</b> not a <b>country</b>. if you are French, it is because you are from the country of France. if you are American, it is because you are from the country of the United States of America. You cannot apply the same logic to the <i>continent</i> of Africa because it is made up of different <i><u>countries</u></i>. and a little known fact is that many of those countries are divided into states (not unlike the U.S. or Switzerland), and those states have different tribes. <BR> <BR> take nigeria for example where my family is from. To me, you get a pass if you acknowledge me and my family as Nigerian. that's good, very good. because while nigeria is in africa, that doesn't really make us africans. it makes us nigerians...igbo to be exact. that would be the tribe. and there are a few different tribes in nigeria. you have the yoruba, hausa, and ibo just to name a few. and there is quite a difference between an ibo man and a hausa man. but not if you watch discovery channel...on TV. <BR> <BR> it's all one big desert filled with naked people. which it really isn't, but that's what all the young people think these days. hey, i don't really blame them. the schools aren't really doing their jobs. they just say...oh, Africa you know, they're so far behind the rest of the world. and they leave it there. forget that the U.S. is using Nigerian oil...the diamonds your favorite rapper wears is from South Africa...and the reason why so, so many teens have those cool hip-hop and r&b ringtones is because of a nigerian engineer. <BR> <BR> the amazing, amazing things you learn about people from watching movies like Hotel Rwanda or just listening in history class. even the teacher's like that and it's really annoying. the irony is that overseas, the education is a lot better. people in foreign schools know more about U.S. history than a lot of people in the U.S. do. and now, because of this whole Iraq thing we're not all that popular. in fact, it's kind of dangerous to say that you're from the states even in places like europe now a days. that's sad. really sad. of course if anyone asks, i'll just tell them i'm african right? :S<BR> <BR> i had to get that off me. mostly i just have too much time on my hands and i have these crazy thoughts. i kind of want to sleep now so until later.<BR> <BR> i think there's only 15 days left of school!!</span></td></tr><td width=478 height=37 colspan=2></td></tr><tr><td width=16 height=142></td><td width=462 height=142 valign=top><font color=black><span style="background:none;height:104;width:386;border:0pt solid white;overflow:auto;">x <b>Time</b> 7:10<br>x <b>Wearing</b> jeans, tank<br>x <b>Music</b> You Are Not Alone by <b>Michael Jackson</b><br>x <b>Munching</b> nothing<br>x <b>Sipping</b> nothing<br>x <b>Chatting</b> no one<br>x <b>Thinking</b> You are not alone, I am here with you...<br></span></td></tr></table><BR> <BR> Sat, 14 May 2005 0:00:01 GMT