<?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-12562591</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:17.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BABYSOUL</title><subtitle type='html'>"That's what people do, they leap, and hope to God they can fly, because otherwise, you just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down, why in the hell did I jump? And here I am, falling, and the only one that makes me feel like i can fly, is You." - Hitch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-114895977323503657</id><published>2006-05-29T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:29:33.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>daaang</title><content type='html'>haah. time's rolling so fast out . shiet reading back, yea (; still remaining true to the shit i said. school &amp;amp; friends are the priority. donne deal .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-114895977323503657?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/114895977323503657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=114895977323503657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/114895977323503657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/114895977323503657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2006/05/daaang.html' title='daaang'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-113089069896728371</id><published>2005-11-01T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:18:44.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohhh its been soo long since ive writtin in here =) soo long ago from the bullshit. i cant remember what it felt like when i wrote that, i dont want to either . funny thing is, i forgot how love feels like. I think im just better off with my favourites, and my fam i l y =). muahs &gt;=) elsdon if yur reading this. GET LOST. lol i jokee. yeaa. pretty much&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FOCUSED&lt;/span&gt; now =) all nerdings and friends. &lt;3s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-113089069896728371?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/113089069896728371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=113089069896728371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/113089069896728371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/113089069896728371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/11/elsdon-if-yur-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112882122031797517</id><published>2005-10-08T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:27:00.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought we could make it. we couldnt. i kept thinking we had another chance. we didnt. *sighh* but after all, yu taught me how to move on. im happy on the outside, noone knows what im feeling inside, but im fine. or...ill be fine. whatever. see, im bullshitting and not making any sense, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112882122031797517?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112882122031797517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112882122031797517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112882122031797517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112882122031797517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-then.html' title='and then...'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112865306546757280</id><published>2005-10-06T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:44:25.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>begin again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its over. AHA . elsdon yuu were sooo fucking wrong. holyy fuck. its all like...mixed emotions, ill pretend that im happy. but behind the screen they dont see me. fcuk. imm bullshitting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112865306546757280?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112865306546757280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112865306546757280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112865306546757280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112865306546757280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/10/begin-again.html' title='begin again'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112845983181505898</id><published>2005-10-04T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:03:51.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;goshh, how stupid can i get. actually, flip it around, how stupid can&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; get? Im not that stupid, when you totally ignore me in the hallways, and afterschool, i know somethings up. yu dont even look my way. aha, yu know, if yu want to end this, tell me straight up, cold hard face. cause right now, yur leaving me here, hanging on to what i thought we had. notice the word "thought". You can dump me, or you can stay with me, and act like it. damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112845983181505898?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112845983181505898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112845983181505898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112845983181505898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112845983181505898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/10/overwhelming.html' title='overwhelming.'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112830365382940192</id><published>2005-10-02T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:40:53.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stumbling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, stupid stupid me. yes i fell for your stupid games. the fun part is, after i fell, i picked myself right back up. ill still hold my head high and stand tall. yes, yu were pretty dumb to play me like that, but ill understand. after all, its not my choice, my decision is it?. i sincerily wished that it was all a joke, but now that i know it isnt, ill just haev to face it upfront. You taught me how to rethink my actions, pick myself up when i trip, and i thank yu for that. im still praying that yur joking, that this is all a lie, that yu never said those words to her. but yu did. not my choice is it?. anyways, thanks =) love yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112830365382940192?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112830365382940192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112830365382940192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112830365382940192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112830365382940192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/10/stumbling.html' title='stumbling.'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112786704602129506</id><published>2005-09-27T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:24:06.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its a new start =). call it puppy love or just blind faith. either way i love him to death =). aha and watch i find out hese just joking, i have so many doubts. and  yet everytime i see him, it allgoes away. can't helpp smillinn. wow im soo obsessive. damnnn i gotta shut up now =). =) . =) . 143Weslee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112786704602129506?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112786704602129506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112786704602129506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112786704602129506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112786704602129506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/09/freshh.html' title='Freshh'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112725261838930558</id><published>2005-09-20T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:43:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;holycrapps. apparently, the word peacefully hasvanished and has been replaced by "oh imma kick his ass". great. Ive been trying to like, get yu guys to chillaxx, and not get into shit, since yu all mean alot to me. But since none of yu give a shit, why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112725261838930558?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112725261838930558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112725261838930558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112725261838930558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112725261838930558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/09/retards.html' title='Retards.'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112717544266573036</id><published>2005-09-19T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:17:22.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokenn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wow, today was whack. i finally realize, when i said "oh if he dumps me ican livewith it" haha, i cant. Proof of that could be today. I can't, it kills. Guys are soo hard tounderstand, no matter how much shit i go through trying to help them, it always ends up the same; and when i say this, it aplies to a few people. whatever. imw soo muchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112717544266573036?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112717544266573036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112717544266573036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112717544266573036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112717544266573036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/09/brokenn.html' title='Brokenn'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112701549712492150</id><published>2005-09-17T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:02:35.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For once, imnot letting peoples opinion get in my way. Ill actually listen to myself, dispite the stuff that everyone says. Yu could call me blind, or maybe i jsut have too much faith. Its not everyday that i like a guy this much. and the guy, just happens to have a ... strange...history. still, no matter what happens, my girls will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112701549712492150?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112701549712492150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112701549712492150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112701549712492150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112701549712492150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-in-lifetime.html' title='Once in a Lifetime'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112597516459885733</id><published>2005-09-05T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:52:44.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who you will be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone once told me, "once yu enter high school, everythign will change, there, yu will finally find you yu are and shape who you will be". damn, how pressureful is that? well,everyone goes through this point in life so i guess everyones been pressured? maybe two years ahead of now, i wont be myself instead ill be some crack nutt on the street, idoubt it. haha, but who knows anythign can happen. oh mann im totally freaking myself out. now im 100% in panic mode. gonna go chill it out, wish me the best of luck tomarow =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112597516459885733?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112597516459885733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112597516459885733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112597516459885733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112597516459885733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-you-will-be.html' title='who you will be...'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112550224182471311</id><published>2005-08-31T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:30:41.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bestest budsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh myy myy. who could have thought i could be taken bysurprise so easily, the orientation and the voulenteering, who could have guessed the kelseys thing was actually fer...me? lol, its undescribable how much i love yu guys, and i think yu guys need to know that. =). now im stressingover hs &gt;&lt;. my stupid timetable is : music, english, family studies, lunch, math, and some afterschool band thing. stressing over this sooo bad. Lol call me paranoid. and now im oh soo over him &gt;=). ladeedaa =) funny how 1 word can change everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112550224182471311?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112550224182471311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112550224182471311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112550224182471311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112550224182471311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/08/bestest-budsters.html' title='bestest budsters'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112509806979904837</id><published>2005-08-26T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:14:29.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohmygoodness. looking at cute lifeguards just reminds me of you. haha, your so far now, and next year i hope we'll be as close as we were in the beginning. if i could, id start all over again. missing you like mad, this is not fun. and to think i so called "missed" you for like, 2 years. this is so superly retarded. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112509806979904837?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112509806979904837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112509806979904837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112509806979904837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112509806979904837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-so-blue.html' title='oh so blue'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112500800261010443</id><published>2005-08-25T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:53:31.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today rocked my socks =)). went swimming with doris again. LOL !! the phsyco receptionist was there it was sooo funny. there wur soo many people in the pool. it was whacko. in the middle my sister started crying and then she got a nosebleed it was SO FUNNY !!. all the lifeguards were making this weirdo sign, LOL, the sign looked like it meant my sister was dead or soemthing and they all blew wistles, it caused such a comotion. but in the end it was all okay =). lol then we went to mcdonalds. lol !! the hi conversation. mcdonald guy "hi may i take yur order?" me " uhh yea i would like... uhh...hi." and the guy with the ears, it was sooo funny. might go swimming tmr again =D. can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112500800261010443?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112500800261010443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112500800261010443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112500800261010443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112500800261010443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/08/swimming-again.html' title='swimming, again'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112493951977586503</id><published>2005-08-24T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:11:59.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>f-u-n spells fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went to dorises for sleepover. had fun =)) and then these few days, wentswimming with her at milliken. saw oh so cute lifeguards, and the cutest would be the guy that was washing the window. LOL, we broke the jelly bean jar. that was soooo DUMB !! LOL !! anywhoo, getting ready to go into hs &gt;&lt;. damnn SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112493951977586503?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112493951977586503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112493951977586503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112493951977586503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112493951977586503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/08/f-u-n-spells-fun.html' title='f-u-n spells fun'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112433369127454268</id><published>2005-08-17T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:56:12.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;things are still the same, cant wait till i get in hs, well, i can wait but shure whatever. today i had the funniest convo with pauline, nadia, mike and charles. we were all yelling and swearing at mike and he was soooo dumb. it was sooo funny, and he was acting like he was so man and he got back and stuff, like he was sooo fly when he wasnt. it was SO FUNNY !! going to vbs again tmr =) get to see all the little hyperenic kids xS. loll. welll whatevers, nights =) ohh and w***, yu need to chillax and just enjoy life =) as a friend ill always be here for yu =). nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112433369127454268?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112433369127454268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112433369127454268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112433369127454268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112433369127454268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/08/over-and-over-again.html' title='over and over again'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112291593757959662</id><published>2005-08-01T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:05:37.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>theoryy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lalala hardcore theory (harmony 3..i kow i suck) studying till the 6th and piano till the 7th. recital and exam &gt;&lt;. alll activities are cancelled. boo =(. i plan to burn euromusic and eat my txtbook =D...not gonnna happen. i just want to run away from this week, and live somewhere far from hese like scarborough, or richmondhill, or thornhill or something and hang with my bestbuds =D. that cant happen either =(. boo &gt;&lt;. how deppressing. anywhoo. on the bright side, after this its straight movieing, guitaring with jess, sleeping, hanging with bestbuds, fellowshipping and stuff =) whee and never come back home until aug 30 =) for PETHS schedule and stuff =D. ee &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112291593757959662?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112291593757959662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112291593757959662' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112291593757959662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112291593757959662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/08/theoryy.html' title='theoryy'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112273594182567677</id><published>2005-07-30T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:05:41.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>circles and triangles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;past few days have sucked...all theory and piano. ohmygosh, the guy makes me go through soo much...shit and he doesnt even know that HESE the one making me go through all this. its the same thing every single time. the guy i like never knows that im all deadish cause of him. damn &gt;=( im gonna whip someones ass &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112273594182567677?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112273594182567677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112273594182567677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112273594182567677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112273594182567677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/circles-and-triangles.html' title='circles and triangles'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112240793383799383</id><published>2005-07-26T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:58:53.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>because of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ive finally realized everything that ends with happily ever after, is fake, well thats why they call them fairy tales, right? its like every guy ive liked first, has never really...hmmm whats the word?...noticed me, in a way. nothing really ends up happily ever after. thats why ive finally given up on love. =) its a good thing =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112240793383799383?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112240793383799383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112240793383799383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112240793383799383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112240793383799383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/because-of-you.html' title='because of you'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112231238431669815</id><published>2005-07-25T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:26:52.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time always kills the pain...-cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahaa, im listening to cool by stefani. wheeelalala, im soo bored =) yes yes tres bored. after everything, ive summarize, wishes dont come true. =// sucks, i know. ohh whatever. someday i shall eat floating cotton candy and fly =). yes yes =D. time flying by so fast. wait, next song...AWW THIS VIDEO MADE ME CRY! "wake me up when september ends" how sad ='(. *tearr tearr. loll. anywhooooo whatever, im out =0)) whe my happy face has a nose =0D. lol im being so tarded, oh yea, as i said, im out xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112231238431669815?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112231238431669815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112231238431669815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112231238431669815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112231238431669815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-always-kills-pain-cool.html' title='time always kills the pain...-cool'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112213460528011800</id><published>2005-07-23T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:27:46.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the innocent can never last... -greenday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;listening to "wake me up when september ends" (greenday) the video is soooo sad =(. goshh, i was tearing and stuff =/. sometimes, thingsjust have to be confidential. its crazy, the people i start like NEVER notice me, well, in that way kinda. =/. like singleis sexy, like really, cause yu dotn get into shit whenever something happens or anything cause yur single, yu can say some other guy is cute anytime, but when yu like soneone, being single isnt THAT cool anymore =/. SOO WHACKKK. awwwww ='( the videos sooo sad. people dlit and listen ='( . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112213460528011800?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112213460528011800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112213460528011800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112213460528011800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112213460528011800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/innocent-can-never-last-greenday.html' title='the innocent can never last... -greenday'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112208546451337745</id><published>2005-07-22T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:06:04.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ccac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=DD, went to paulines church for fellowship today =D it was good, it was same old worship and stuff. i got to meeet new people =)) and we did some stuff on the da vinci code which wasnt so bad either. aha afterwords was soo jokes, stupid ritchie kept on taking pics ofme/paul and joyce &gt;=(. sothen i slapped him and now were even &gt;=). muahss, andthen we started yelling out on thestreets joyce and *ahem* and pauline and *ahemm* LOL. it was good =)). ill goo bakc sometime =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112208546451337745?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112208546451337745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112208546451337745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112208546451337745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112208546451337745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/ccac.html' title='ccac'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112189688903899383</id><published>2005-07-20T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:20:50.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strange..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ive been thinkingabout things lately. im extremely stupid =(. i always letthings slip away, never realizing how blessed i am until they arelost... =/someone slap me please. &gt;&lt;. and its so boring here &gt;=(. i have nothing to do, thats why im wasting my timedoing this ....crap. *sighh*, anywhoo, my uncle is leaving today =(. 2 days earlier than expected, that sucks. and for the rest of the summer im stuck here doing theory with my whacko teacher. &gt;=(. oh wells, i might be able to go to paulines fellowship this friday and see pauline, ritchie, and charles...and...uhhh...wasnt there a chris guy too? and some other guy from JMC? haha whatever, its all good =) i have something to look foreward to. i still want to go to wonderland with jess/sylv/elastics and a couple of other people...maybe next next friday, and doris might come over =) yay, im not stuck here that much after all =). whatever, im being soo retarded -.-;; soo yeaupp. [end]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112189688903899383?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112189688903899383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112189688903899383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112189688903899383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112189688903899383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/strange.html' title='strange..'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-112181055747018388</id><published>2005-07-19T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:06:05.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im not even gonna say anything. like....some people can be sooo selfish and stupid. they dont know when to shut up, and they always have to find someone to complain to when its not even the flipping persons fault. it getsme sooo pissed off, but then something inside mealways tells me it doesnt matter, the person will change eventually, telling me not to get pissed off over some shit like that. DAMN. i hate it when that happens. flip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112181055747018388?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112181055747018388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112181055747018388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112181055747018388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112181055747018388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/damnn.html' title='damnn'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112180234500195752</id><published>2005-07-19T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:06:46.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn, next year is gonna be hs, like wth am i gonna do? its nice to know were all growing up and moving on but what will happen to my friends? right now, the people i hang with are the best, they are the ones who keep me sane and happy everyday, i dont know what id do without them =`(. haii -.-;; i should stop worrying. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112180234500195752?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112180234500195752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112180234500195752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112180234500195752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112180234500195752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/high.html' title='High'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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-12562591.post-112170264118173366</id><published>2005-07-18T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:07:00.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>------*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sighhh, lifes passing by soo flipping fast =(. missing out on so much. whatever. sometimes people jsut dont understand that you just want to be SINGLE. its like yu HAVE to be with someone, and theyd pair yu up with whoever they feel like and it ends up getting yu all pissed. whatever. but then again, its not like i havent done that...i think... so whatever. im out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-112170264118173366?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/112170264118173366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=112170264118173366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112170264118173366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/112170264118173366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='------*'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12562591.post-111905255426736351</id><published>2005-06-17T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:07:16.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebec Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;omg!! I just came back from the grad Quebec trip. 4 days 3 nights. Though the weather was bad, it was AWSOME. okay, let me start from the beginning. loooong bus rise there, bored but very hyped. when we finally got there, it turned ou that the weather wasnt co-operating with us so we had to skip our tour and change it to the next day, meanwhile we ate our yummy lasagna dinner and crashed at other peoples rooms. Most people got the typical 1 room with 2 beds and 1 TV in the middle (along with 1 closet and 1 bathroom) but luckly, me, ciara, christine and joyce got the nicer room ;). we had kitchen (with dishwasher, microwave, sink oven, etc) and an extra room and an extra tv and an extra closet. haha. anywayss. we slept late that night, i forgot doing what though. next morning woke up soo early o.0. still raining and cold but...whatever. toured around quebec ate, toured some more, and ate, cold but fun. that night we stayed up watching One Tree Hill and we also had dare night. Next day we toured the citidel and such, we did some war reanaction or something. visited this PRETTY church and woodworking thing and brass thing and went to the super pretty grand canyon (not the one in USA). haha. we had to walk up and down 187 steps and at the bridge, i was soooo flipping scared, i grabbed sylvias stweater and at the end when i let go, it was alll wrinkled. had a cruise. showered and stayed up watching haunted. SOOO FUNNY. we were watching haunted, and then the bed flipped over and we all started laughing and then ciara spilled the chips on the blanket and then the scary part came out and christine grabbed the blanket and the chips flew on ciaras face. lmao. soo jokes. so...today we packed and busrided all the way home. so many more funny incidents, and non stop laughing. it was SOOOOO awsome...oh. and we went SPEED SHOPPING and i got a green garage shirt and an ecko hat ;). sad leaving quebec but happy im home again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12562591-111905255426736351?l=grett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/feeds/111905255426736351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12562591&amp;postID=111905255426736351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/111905255426736351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12562591/posts/default/111905255426736351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grett.blogspot.com/2005/06/quebec-trip.html' title='Quebec Trip'/><author><name>BABYSOUL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04000865724331783160</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>
