<?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-1916488753112444624</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:50:07.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jmvampiree</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-3445614566557187499</id><published>2009-01-05T18:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:49:40.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;;D i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; still haven't finished christmas shopping, because both times i could go my friend couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and i pretty much don't go anywhere alone. ;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;;[[[[[ christmas break is officially over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i am to wake u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p and get into my normal schedule at six am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sob. i can't wait for summerrr. surprising, though, because this school year has gone by really fast... almost half way done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lul. so, last night, this chick chewed me out out of nowhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;her name is sam, and she's like... amanda's ex best friend. she thinks i 'stole' amanda from her and is uberrr jealous cause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm so great. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but no, she's totally mental. she's the biggest bitch ever to amanda, and amanda is like the little puppy that does anything for anyone. ;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so, yeah... i've already won her bitch fit, though. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;she started off chewing me out on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;amanda's bebo page (wtf, right?), so i left her a comment on hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;bahahaha!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda..you dont get how much i really miss being ur friend nd all but..your other friends..no!they all act wierd when i am there! they cant let u decide for yourself!nd i dont care what jessica says..wht r u nd the group her only friends?idc wht jessica has to say!she talks about me!she doesnt like me!i dont care!all i know is that i want to still be your friend but not jessicas!jessica..if u want to go ahead nd start talkin about me that if fine..good for you!go ahead try to get everybody mad at me!IT AINT GOING TO WORK!!!but U took amanda away from me!so when u wont have a best friend anymore!then fuckin deal with it!!love you amanda &lt;3 --samanthakayhagen----xoxo--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESSICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;b funny, sam. i wouldn't want to be your friend after that. i'm friends with people who want to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;i don't talk shit about you, where did you even get that? don't make lame comebacks if you can't back them up.&lt;br /&gt;i never said i don't like you, all i've said is that i can tell you're pretty stuck up. i didn't take amanda away from you, you pushed her away.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always have a bestest friend, her name is brookie and i love her more than anything. do you have one like that? i certainly don't act the way you do to amanda towards brookie. and i'm sure amanda will always be one of my best friends, too.&lt;br /&gt;all you've done is make yourself look stupid and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;don't reply back if you don't have something sensible to say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to get into a stupid little cat fight with you. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(later)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you decide to approve all of your comments before posting them after you chewed me out on amanda's page because you knew all of what you said is pretty much shit?&lt;br /&gt;do i really make all of amanda's decisions, sam?oh, yes, i control everything she does. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;why didn't you just message me, or leave a comment on my own page?&lt;br /&gt;and btw, i have many friends elsewhere, thanks. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then here it goes..•ur a skank who needs a life &amp;amp; needs to quit talking to meu think ur so tough nd shit cause wat ur EMMO!!!and emos to me are not cool ok? so i am saying shit sensible to meso back the fuck off &amp;amp; go be a stripper like ur mom.funny funny funny funny funny, jessica the slutand i like how when i wrote to amanda about youhad to get up all in the koolaid and talk back from her profile thing.so thnx for gettin her involved in this situation.k go get a life and STAY THE FUCK OUTA MINE!!!bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESSICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a life, thanks.i'm not emo, labels are stupid and even if i did think they weren't retarded i wouldn't be 'emo'.&lt;br /&gt;how are you saying shit sensible to you? i believe you left that comment on my profile.&lt;br /&gt;my mom isn't a stripper, again, a very lame comeback.&lt;br /&gt;you chewed me out on her profile, if you did it anywhere i would go ahead and talk back anyway.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't she be involved in the situation in the first place? seeing as, again, the comment was left on her profile.&lt;br /&gt;you tried to fuck with me, so i wasn't really the one 'getting into your life'. so really, you should go get a life instead of trying to bash mine (poorly.).&lt;br /&gt;;] pretty much, another very lame attempt at making me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even my brookie stood up for me somewhere in there! ^-^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/ProfileComments.jsp?MemberId=8234508455"&gt;View All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/ProfileCommentPost.jsp?MemberId=8234508455"&gt;Post a Comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=8304253780"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=8304253780"&gt;Tigress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, Jessica Morgan Stewart is not Emo. Emo is music. Jessica is not music. And your mom is not a stripper. Tila Tequila is. Your mother is not Tila Tequila. 58 minutes ago &lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/ProfileCommentReply.jsp?ProfileCommentId=9805061400&amp;amp;ToMemberId=8304253780&amp;amp;FromMemberId=8234508455"&gt;Reply &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=8304253780"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bebo.com/Profile.jsp?MemberId=8304253780"&gt;Tigress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my godd. It's common sense that if you chew someone out, do it on their profile.And honestly, humans aren't items. You can't steal someone away from someone else.OMG You know Nikki Sixx from Montley Crue? It should honestly be Nikki Sexx. Hahayeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(tigress is brookie's bebo name.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not edited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and thats it so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;;b i know right? i really just think she's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no, she won't win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well, unless she gets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her druggie mob all up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but i'm sure that won't happen, as i'm not afraid to call the popos. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-3445614566557187499?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/3445614566557187499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=3445614566557187499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/3445614566557187499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/3445614566557187499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-4424213041187137521</id><published>2009-01-03T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:37:56.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>;DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWzfzIGpMCY/SWBFS11WmzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2ojktjwERX4/s1600-h/amandaandjessica.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287302152523782962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWzfzIGpMCY/SWBFS11WmzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2ojktjwERX4/s400/amandaandjessica.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me on the left, with the darker hair. one of my besties on the right. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my new found love is my &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt;. but&lt;em&gt; she&lt;/em&gt; doesn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and no, my best friend isn't the one in the picture with me. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but there's also this guy at school... the most gorgeous guy ever, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;. a better version of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oliver sykes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. my friend in the picture wants him though, and last time we liked the same guy i got him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so it's her turn, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i don't really mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've decided that while i was nearly bulimic&lt;/span&gt; and thought i was enormous, i really wasn't big at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i used to be quite thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but since then, i've gained like twenty pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but i don't mind, because i love people that aren't thin.. it's one of my preferences. (to a certain extent, of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i've laid off on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so much makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;finally found my ideal clothing style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;gained two reading levels, thanks to mibba. (gahd, i hate the new quizilla.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(and might i just add, not to toot my own horn, an even higher college level, now. ;])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;grown up a bit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and decided i don't like boys nearly as much as i do girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:o my new favorite color is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the faraway family my dad has created is now expecting two baby girls named clara and christine.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i'm secretly hoping they're mentally handicapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm trying not to be so over-emotional about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's probably a shitload more that i can't really remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;soo... i'm not on here much, am i? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm just &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-4424213041187137521?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/4424213041187137521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=4424213041187137521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/4424213041187137521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/4424213041187137521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2009/01/dd.html' title=';DD'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BWzfzIGpMCY/SWBFS11WmzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2ojktjwERX4/s72-c/amandaandjessica.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-2782316317007738371</id><published>2008-04-09T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:55:33.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so dream on, sleeping with the lights on</title><content type='html'>i don't think i should be neglecting my blog, i really don't want to. future references, or something, i don't know? i'm a reeally BIG procastinator. &lt;br /&gt;things have been busy lately. i don't like to have to have anything planned after school, blah. school is already enough for me! and then i need time to do absolutely nothing, with no one. my alone time. when i'm not left alone for at least a couple of hours, i won't be the most enjoyable person.. i'm not a people person. =p&lt;br /&gt;my orchestra class in school went to the annual eastern part of my state's junior high orchestra festival. lol at how i worded what it's called. we had to practice music we had never seen before with 60 other kids ( my class having 30).. their classes were pretty small, there were like four other towns. and then we had to perform a concert for all of our friends and family that came. my class did freaking awesome, especially ME . hehe, jk. but we were better than the other kids, no doooubt. that was friday. we had to go to school at seven in the morning to get on the bus if we wanted to get to the festival in time, and the bus brought us home at around 10 pm. there was a daaance that i realllly wanted to go to that night! it was the last one! why would they schedule it then?! not fair! no! nargh! ugh! i'm still frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;the weather is becoming considerably nicer, around 50 degrees, or less. if you consider that nice. =p after seven months of snow, fifty degree weather is something to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will edit later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-2782316317007738371?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/2782316317007738371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=2782316317007738371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2782316317007738371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2782316317007738371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-dream-on-sleeping-with-lights-on.html' title='so dream on, sleeping with the lights on'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-650520898422243808</id><published>2008-03-31T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:42:07.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got the world crashing down, down around my feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;great fun, great fun, fun, funfunfun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a book last night, in two hours. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fragments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;jeffry w. johnston&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, it touched me. pretty clever, if you ask mee.&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;em&gt;dad&lt;/em&gt; called me today, he rarely ever does. he lives two states away, i feel like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i don't even know my other family anymore since they moved away&lt;/span&gt;. most times, i just wish he'd leave me alone. =/ like, whenever teachers ask questions about family, i never mention them, because i don't see or hardly talk to them for six months at a time. whatever, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;this girl i know at school, and really don't like at all's dad died yesterday. she acted as if nothing happened. she was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bragging about him dying of lung cancer&lt;/span&gt;, or whatever. she's one of those &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;emo posers&lt;/span&gt;. what, a&lt;em&gt; wannabe&lt;/em&gt;. she's just... &lt;strong&gt;ugh&lt;/strong&gt;. can't stand her. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she actually use to be one of my best friends, last year. but she changed, and i grew up. she's so &lt;em&gt;immature&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;, i'm not going to go on ranting about her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;theme songs&lt;/span&gt;, now!&lt;br /&gt;mine is&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jessi, the dinosaur! hear her mumble, hear her roar!"&lt;/span&gt;and then i make a growly screamy type sound. it is quite &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;, if you ask anyone who's heard it. hehe. i didn't come up wiht the song, btw. credit goes to natasha and lisa.&lt;br /&gt;then, lisa's is " &lt;strong&gt;lisabuddy&lt;/strong&gt;, mhmhmhmhmhm mhmh!" to the tune of &lt;em&gt;"santa baby".&lt;/em&gt; it's a lot funnier when you hear it, lol.. we couldn't come up with more lyrics after lisabuddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lovee&lt;/span&gt; my friends. they'd never ever see me blog, though. i won't allow it. friends include only chica that ever does see my blog! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! woot. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-650520898422243808?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/650520898422243808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=650520898422243808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/650520898422243808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/650520898422243808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-got-world-crashing-down-down-around.html' title='i&apos;ve got the world crashing down, down around my feet'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-7848408135810635101</id><published>2008-03-30T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:13:13.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a rather sad event.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;kayso, yesterday, or, last night, i was going to post another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;worked on it for like an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because i did a bunch of neat stuff to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and then, at 11:45 pm, i pushed 'publish post'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's the frustrating part&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;it said it couldn't be posted&lt;/strong&gt;, because i had accidently pasted in my template sometime.. i don't even know when! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so all of my edits were gone, five-ish paragraphs were spread&lt;/span&gt; out between my layout code, and i couldn't get it back to the way it &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;had been. i was mazin' mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;soso, i'm just going to recap some of the stuff i had in the post that was lost, that i can remember. i didn't try doing it last night again cause i was tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i almost drugged my chihuahua yesterday&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; he found a box, not a bottle, of midol under a pile of&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; my clothes. cause my room is uber messy. and he was like tearing it aparrrt, and when i looked down from what i was doing on my computer, i &lt;em&gt;freaked &lt;/em&gt;out! he was near eating it! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; luckily, said chihuahua is still here to speak of. =&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and, now i don't feel like typing anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t52CsIyiZpA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t52CsIyiZpA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;adorable.&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;You know what pisses me off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Griffiths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;He's a cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;see &lt;strong&gt;he dunt reply&lt;/strong&gt; to me, never. &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i put&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;oh how you doin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hair is wick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;and i get nowt back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;You are a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;screb comma LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;i've had enough of it, i've had enough of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuckin dick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;im gonna model for &lt;strong&gt;J Fuckin 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;then tell him to shove it up his arse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a bellend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;im only wearing the t-shirt fer-to take piss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;cos i like him or owt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fuckin' Ridic&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;what that adorable guy saiiid! stolen from a comment below the video.&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-7848408135810635101?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/7848408135810635101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=7848408135810635101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/7848408135810635101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/7848408135810635101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2008/03/rather-sad-event.html' title='a rather sad event.'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-799715373574216060</id><published>2008-03-29T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:37:57.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OMGSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i had no idea there were such things as drafts on here.... rofl.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; until i went to edit my last post. so, in the update above, that i added just minutes ago, you will find some of what is in this post cause of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also deleted some of the stuff i had written in here last night because lots of it's in the update above.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i got bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i almost &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drugged&lt;/span&gt; my chihuahua today&lt;/span&gt;. he found a pack of midol in my room under a pile of clothes&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; it was the boxed kind, not the bottle. so he was like near tearing it apart, seems he wanted to eat them. i looked down from what i &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;was doing on my computer&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and freaked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i thought he might&lt;/span&gt; have gotten some in his mouth, but he didn't. wouldn't that be strange?&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Teen kills her chihuahua with Midol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;haha&lt;em&gt;. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i had been searching for a new skin on &lt;strong&gt;blogskins&lt;/strong&gt;, and came across a few. i gave up, though, because i was becoming exhausted. i just stuck with this &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pigs can fly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;one,&lt;/span&gt; i'll be looking for another one tomorrow/soon. i kinda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt; at this html thing, too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;why does getting a cbox have to be so frustrating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; why do i need an account? seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i love &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;babycakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; videos. or, rather, paul griffiths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;they are quite the pretty bunch&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i want to change my link thingy.. or whatever. you know, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jmvampiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? no. maybe something like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;inyourfacefantastic&lt;/span&gt;, or.. something. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt; wow, i just thought of that. pretty good, huh? i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; terry, dearest, is there a way i can do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so, first i have to battle the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and then links. which isn't very hard, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wishes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i bet you know what i wiiiished foooor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;haha, no, it's probably not that expected. i wish it every morning and night, the same wish. 11:11 am in my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Family and Consumer Science class&lt;/span&gt;, and 11:11 pm while i'm readying for bed. well, not on friday or saturday nights, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anyhow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-799715373574216060?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/799715373574216060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=799715373574216060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/799715373574216060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/799715373574216060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2008/03/silly.html' title='silly'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-1807257901055427892</id><published>2008-03-29T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:34:42.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=O</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;i superdy forgot about my blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;so lame&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i don't do anything on weekends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;but it seems i had always written on days where i did nothing. so, i really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; work on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i wish i could go shopping.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; =/&lt;/span&gt; i like, need a job. really. i need some effing money. and some freaking kleenexes, because i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;have a stuffy nose, i keep sneezing, and my eyes keep watering. it's springtime&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; allergies&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; i don't know, i'm not really allergic to anything. i'm just glad the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;snow's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(whips out hairdryer and extension cord)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;gone. so, today, i went outside... it looked warm. looks can be &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DECIEVING&lt;/span&gt;! gahd, it's like 20 degrees.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;rarwrwrwr&lt;/span&gt;!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o-oh, sprrrIIIIINNg fEEvA! i believe we can finally go outsI-I-IdeEE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;wowthatwaslame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you know, drEEAAAM weeeava! i love that song. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycakesclothing.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.babycakesclothing.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;everyone&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;of course, my blog is bare of people, but i do not mind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i have had much fun with this creative coloring et cetera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-1807257901055427892?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/1807257901055427892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=1807257901055427892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1807257901055427892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1807257901055427892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2008/03/o.html' title='=O'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-4949885813115241965</id><published>2008-01-27T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:44:47.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Expiriment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I left an offline message to all of my msn contacts around 9:3o pm. Usually, there is rarely anyone online to talk to. But, by 9:5o, almost half of my msn contacts had signed online, and asked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me about the random message I had sent them. I think... that the conclusion could come to a few different theories. The random message had said something along the lines of "I think you're silly!" with a few different witty ways of putting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;___i need a hug_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I do believe I'm depressed. I rarely find interest in anything anymore. Everything is pointless. I don't have any friends to talk to. My family and I never, ever get along. I don't think I'll be accomplishing anything while I'm older, I'll be just like every other stressed out, homely, mean old lady. Wedmd.com said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm bipolar 2 with hypomania and majorly depressed. I don't know, whatever. I'll feel better in a few days. That's what I told myself two weeks ago, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-4949885813115241965?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/4949885813115241965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=4949885813115241965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/4949885813115241965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/4949885813115241965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2008/01/expiriment.html' title='An Expiriment'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-736224257686150810</id><published>2007-11-20T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:51:13.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gaaahdd, jesscuhhh, go fix yer faaaceee!</title><content type='html'>ack! it has been too long. the school year is going by really fast... we're already done with our first trimester! (three in a year, der). i've been pretty busy lately, very stressful. thankfully,tonight, i only have one short assignment in reading class. i'm sooo excited for thanksgiving on thursday, i'm all peppy. i'm real happy about tomorrow, too, cause we only have half a day, (12:30pm) and then we also get thursday and friday off. hm.. don't think i've mentioned how my orchestra concert went! i screwed up a couple times, but i did pretty good. =] i also got to sit next to a guy that i find AMAZAZLING. he's a grade ahead of me, but he's not usually in my orchestra class. he goes to the high school for eighth period (last 43 minutes of the day) cause he started playing the cello in fourth grade, not fifth, like everyone else. don't know why, but he worked it out with my also amazazling orchestra teacher so he could play in concerts with us. so yeah, i pretty much stare at him lots.=p not like he'd like someone as fugly as me, anyways, but that's okay, because he's nice and friendly with me, atleast. i've eaten a lot today, like WOAH, for no apparent reason. today my appearance reeeallly sucked,below it's potential, so on these days, i take it out on food. -grawrrrawrarwmunchmunch- lawl. i wish i wasn't such a procrastinator. everything's fine here in hicktown, say-outh- duh- ko- tah, YOO ESS AYY! how's things in places not so fat-infested-garbage-littered and more interesting environments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-736224257686150810?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/736224257686150810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=736224257686150810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/736224257686150810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/736224257686150810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/11/gaaahdd-jesscuhhh-go-fix-yer-faaaceee.html' title='gaaahdd, jesscuhhh, go fix yer faaaceee!'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-7015913972942924025</id><published>2007-11-02T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:01:33.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;woah, i am a procrastinator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;so, yesterday my cello broke! i was so sad.. someone had been messing with the orchestra class's instruments, moving the bridges around and what not.. so my bridge was crooked, and it fell out from under the strings. (it is very hard to get it back under there, btw. why can't they glue it there?!) and then, the cello hit something, i don't know what, and the neck BROKE OFF. how does that happen?!but then my orchestra teacher said that it'd be okay, and this one guy at collins or something is going to fix it and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;since it was and accident i don't have to pay.(rental)^-^ then, she went to another school and got me an even better one! it's actually pretty old, the last cello i had was like brand new. but i still love the one she found for me. i can't really explain it... life just seems wonderful while playing that cello.=p today wasn't so bad.. yesterday had to be the worst day ever. since the night before had been halloween, i totally forgot all about the assignments i had had tuesday. i only got three subjects done tuesday night, planning to do the other two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;subjects before running around the town with my hoodlum buddie wednesday night(all assignments were due thursday). so... i got two teacher detentions for uncompleted work! gah. the two classes i got in trouble in were the first two periods of the day, so i couldn't finish anything between/ end of classes. BLAH. so that was 30 minutes after school. to top off all of the anxiety i had been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;feeling that day, i was also anticipating what punishment i would have to endure for breaking my cello. it was in eighth period orchestra (last 43 minutes of the day) that everything ended up seeming okay because i didn't know i wouldn't get in trouble for breaking my cello until that time. anyways, i don't like to think about yesterday because it makes my tummy flip and anxiety comes all over again. ugh, i have to swim on monday. my physical education class(what kind of education is that, anywho?) is in it's swimming unit from like two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;weeks ago until next thursday. i've been missing most days, i've probably  only swam like.. a week so far because i've been using fake excuses. "my time of the month" and "i have an ear infection". I HATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SWIMMING. first of all, i am deathly scared of deep water. in fact, i often have nightmares about such./we have 15 minutes to get ready for our next class! and my physical education class is THIRD EFFING PERIOD, like ten in the morning! school ends at three thirty! fifteen minutes does not give me time to do anything but get the butt juice out of my hair in the shower, dry off until " there are absolutely no drips coming off of me", get dressed, struggle with my contacts, and just barely finish put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ting on my liquid foundation! and the ONLY makeup i get to wear for the rest of the day is liquid foundation! i don't get any freaking enough time throughout the rest of the day to do anything else! i look effing horrible, and it's not like i get to mousse, blow dry,style, and hair spray my hair, either! GAWD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'LASKDLKSDNGKJBHSKGZXDFN LGLKSN.. my teacher said that i need a doctor's note about my ear infection. i can't use my mom's note anymore.. =[ what kind of doctor will fake a note for someone? -pout-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;my hair smells gewd. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-7015913972942924025?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/7015913972942924025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=7015913972942924025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/7015913972942924025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/7015913972942924025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/11/woah-i-am-procrastinator.html' title=''/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-2480105934878211115</id><published>2007-10-27T19:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:43:21.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hallowweeeeennn i is so excitedddd is on wednesday and we have only half of the school day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;that day...=]]]&lt;br /&gt;i went to a halloween/costume party at my school last night, it was only for the two grades in my school (whoa i bet she's in middle school). i had SUCH an awesome costume onn.=]]]]]] i actually wore what i want to be when i grow up(a couple years from now).. i wore this prettiful long pink flourescent wig, a buncha beads everywhere, black nylons, tight purple leggings that go from my waist to mid-thigh(couple inches above the knee), white short shorts, a long purple top that acts as a dress(tied that on the side of my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hip) underneath that a sparkly t-shirt, and my beautifulness gold ballet flats.^-^^ ++ seriously amazing makeup by me influenced from vampirefreaks.com. it all went together pretty well. btw, sposed to be a modern day retro hippie/ glamour freak.i guess.=DDDDD yeah... i was also going out with a guy for like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;day, on wednesday, but i broke up with him cause i didn't like him anyways. + this other guy asked me out.. well, his friend did for him, so i thought he was lying. course i said no. when my friends told me he wasn't lying, i kind of regret saying no.. hope he asks again.=p-- end till&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;next time&amp;amp;loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-2480105934878211115?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/2480105934878211115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=2480105934878211115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2480105934878211115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2480105934878211115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/hallowweeeeennn-i-is-so-excitedddd-is.html' title='&amp;loves'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-1546141803039023300</id><published>2007-10-21T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:41:18.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;today, on this day, i did nothing. most sundays are like that.... sometimes i don't even want the weekend to come because i have nothing to do but wait for another school day.0.o anyways, last night i made cookies! they're effing ginormous, and i used a whole batter to make six.=p there were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;suppose to be like 12..xD. we got our midterm grades recently, and i got 1 b, a c+ in gym, and the rest a's.yayys.. i gotta bunch of prettiful beads last night for no reason. i gave the red and green ones to my little sister cause the green wasn't a neon green, it was a tree green. yucky. i don't like red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;at all, so yeah..=] i'm kind of lost on what to say. my mom's been uber moody with me this weekend. SHE CAN GO DIE. just kidding. but she could seriously leave me alone for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-1546141803039023300?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/1546141803039023300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=1546141803039023300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1546141803039023300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1546141803039023300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-on-this-day-i-did-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-8209873436304405764</id><published>2007-10-16T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:20:29.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-8209873436304405764?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/8209873436304405764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=8209873436304405764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/8209873436304405764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/8209873436304405764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-m-b-o-r-e-d.html' title=''/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-1589975589395261788</id><published>2007-10-16T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:12:01.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>idioth.</title><content type='html'>today was okay, i guess. i was being all vain over my shoes, cause i love the shoes i wore today. =] my gym teacher seemed irritated with me.. i pretty mu&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ch pointed out that he wasn't the brightest during health class.=p if my heart beats 6 times every 6 seconds, and i multiply that by ten(60), that's how much it beats in a minute. and then, he said, if we multiply that by eight, that's how much it beats in eight hours. can we say idiot? apparently, i was the only one who noticed this. he'd been telling every class before mine that, and no one had corrected him. when i pointed this out, he acted all awkward, put in a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"err.."s, and stuttered twice. LMFAO. go me. i even got a few snickers out of the class. his mistake might not have been that big of a deal, i guess, but it's just how he reacted. now he pretty much hates me.=] but that's okay, i don't like him either. (he's failing me in physical education... how's that education anyways?) too bad he's my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;homeroom teacher too.0.o. i didn't know until i talked to her on msn until after school, but my aki fainted while she was leaving 4th period. she had told her teacher she wasn't feeling so great,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;blacked out while walking, ran into a wall, fell on the floor, and woke up when she hit the ground. yes, she'd been walking while unconscience. they don't really know why she fainted, it wasn't so serious that she had to go to the hospital, either. she got to ride in a wheel chair, though! =D hehe. the string quartet that plays for my state came to my orchestra class today. they were really great.=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; the four of them were all from different countries. south korea, china, poland, and russia. i don't know why they would want to live in our depressing hick-land..(not kidding.) the russian guy played cello, like me.^-^ i heart my chester the cello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i'm done blabbering.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-1589975589395261788?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/1589975589395261788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=1589975589395261788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1589975589395261788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1589975589395261788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/idioth.html' title='idioth.'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-2327646869823044745</id><published>2007-10-15T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:29:15.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i n a r u t.</title><content type='html'>ugh... nothing seems fun anymore. i want to do something different, but it seems that when school starts going and winter freezes us over, i'm in a rut. well, it's been raining a lot.. you can thank global warming over that. but still... i mean .. it's so darn depressing! i need ENTERTAINMENT. this literally goes on until, like, april! and with my computer taken away for i dunno how long (i've been on the one in our office) it just makes the whole situation even worse! sigh.... i feel there is no way out. ;.; and schools sucks an uber lot too. i'm done complaining for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-2327646869823044745?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/2327646869823044745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=2327646869823044745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2327646869823044745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2327646869823044745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-n-r-u-t.html' title='i n a r u t.'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-1662557615576670547</id><published>2007-10-13T21:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:07:59.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh, i'm slacking... today some relatives came over.. pretty boring. on friday, i caught a stray kitty! i lured him in with "c'merree" in a tiny high pitched voice and small plate of roast beef the rest of my family had had for supper a few nights before. (no, i did not take part in eating the cow.) he's itty bitty, i don't think he's even ready to be away from his mama yet. he was around our house for a couple days cause we could hear him mewing. =] he's grown accustomed to me, mostly out of the family, and spending most his time in this giant pet carrier meant for my bailey mae (lab doggy)... so it pretty spacious. he's got a litter box, some cat-chow, bowla water, some toys, and a fuzzy blankie in there. my sister's allergic to cats, though, so we can't keep him.-tempertantrum- currently on her medicine until winter comes cause grass bugs her most... so when everything freezes n stuff.. yeah etc. it doesn't currently bug her. i've come up with an uber-rad hairstyle that i'm very quite proud of right now...^-^[gloating]. blah. so my mom has to go to her work to check on something with my step-dad... must be pretty serious cause it's 10pm. i have to make sure my sister doesn't do anything stupid while they're gone. holy shiznit, i'm scaring myself with thoughts of why they have to go theres...=[ talking to terry on msn. ^-^ my aki's in bed every night at 9:30. anyways...   i watched lots of history channel today. i love educational stuff like that. the episodes i watched were on meteors, theories n such, life somewhere other than earth. blah,blah blah, blah. i is done. &lt;3bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-1662557615576670547?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/1662557615576670547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=1662557615576670547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1662557615576670547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/1662557615576670547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/gosh-im-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-2061682481485022549</id><published>2007-10-05T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:05:32.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, took forever to get my blog to a decent state.=p terry had to help me lots.like, a lot. lotts. let's all thank the wonderfulness of terry. ^-^ so pretty sure it'll take more than a while to get all of my friends around here... they don't like the compy much as i doo.. cept AKI. but that's okay, i'd rather not have them read my blabbering anyways.i just won't mention it.=]&lt;br /&gt;starbursts are nummmmieees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-2061682481485022549?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/2061682481485022549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=2061682481485022549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2061682481485022549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/2061682481485022549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha-took-forever-to-get-my-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916488753112444624.post-3104698831430803130</id><published>2007-10-05T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:32:22.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>new stuffs. ^-^ one of my friends had this.. so i read her blog thingy... and her other friends blog thingy... soo i'm gonna make one..?=] and pretty much put whatever in here.how do people make their blogs interesting, anyways? i find it amazing how they put their day into such a little paragraph and make it so interesting. you have to have like, certain internal talents to do that...lawl=p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. so, today wasn't that bad... but it wasn't that great either.. i couldn't find my wonderful sandisk mp3 thingy, which resulted in me throwing a mini temper tantrum.&gt;.&lt; i got to school like 5 minutes before the bell rang, and my bestie and i had a little spat in those remaining five minutes. at lunch my other friend's boyfriend was like.. flirting with me. and he made it really awkward.. i went along with him throwing cheetos into my mouth from a distance..cause we're friends. but then he started going a little overboard..ugh.=[ bad situation. and my friend was there the whole time, i'm pretty sure she noticed too. and i feel really bad.. i think i'll have to talk to her about that. atleast he only has my lunch period for a couple more days.0.o my language arts teacher is making everyone write an article for the school newspaper, even if it isn't accepted, it's a big part of our grade or something. i know what i'm going to write about, but it includes making me talk to a bunch of people for poll results and blehhh......not like i can choose a different subject now, because she made us choose from a very small amount of choices.-.-   my chihuahua licking my arms and watching me type.^^&lt;br /&gt;end of a very boring attempt to an online blog.=]&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1916488753112444624-3104698831430803130?l=jmvampiree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/feeds/3104698831430803130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1916488753112444624&amp;postID=3104698831430803130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/3104698831430803130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1916488753112444624/posts/default/3104698831430803130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmvampiree.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>jessicaa.=]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05933202106698365777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
