<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:31:45.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont write yourself off yet</title><subtitle type='html'>It's only in your head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107671994170678007</id><published>2004-02-13T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T16:54:55.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The "Who's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBest Friends:  El Gato and Easy E&lt;br /&gt;XBiggest Influence:My Mother&lt;br /&gt;XBest Love:Easy E&lt;br /&gt;XBest Time:Beach and Surf time, or just laying around doing nothing time.&lt;br /&gt;XBest Relative:besides my sis, my pops, funniest man alive, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;XBiggest Flirt:Adam (Wolfgang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;XSnack Time:watching the OC&lt;br /&gt;XDinner: whatever is good&lt;br /&gt;XColor:black, gray, dark blue&lt;br /&gt;XShoes: Reeboks, vans&lt;br /&gt;XBand:postal, death cab, cure, coldplay, ozma, and =w=&lt;br /&gt;XSinger:elliot smith (RIP)&lt;br /&gt;XTime of the Day:on my days off:when i first awake..when working:  when i clock out of work.&lt;br /&gt;XDay of the Week:  dont have one&lt;br /&gt;XMonth:July&lt;br /&gt;XAge (From present to born):17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XPerson/People:teeny boppers and bro dudes that wear trucker hats,,oh and murders ad stuff&lt;br /&gt;XEx Love:billy matheson&lt;br /&gt;XHabbit:craking my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;XDay of the Week:suday&lt;br /&gt;XWeather:windy&lt;br /&gt;XTime of your Life:when easy e broke up with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:Carve your heart out yourself...The Dash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107671994170678007?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107671994170678007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107671994170678007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107671994170678007' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107671637559608039</id><published>2004-02-13T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T15:55:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Today I went to my cousins grandfathers funeral.  It was sad at first, but when I finally saw my cousins, we all got to play catch up.  My little 17 year old cousin has a 4 month baby....scary as shit to see her with one of those things.  anywho, did that today.  My mother and I went, and where the barial site was, is where my uncle is at, so we went to visist his burial site.  It was nice.  I miss him sooooooooo much.  I loved that guy to death, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:  Made for TV Movie- Incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107671637559608039?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107671637559608039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107671637559608039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107671637559608039' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107661740687523522</id><published>2004-02-12T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T12:30:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Using band names, spell out your name:&lt;br /&gt;AquaBats&lt;br /&gt;Mae&lt;br /&gt;Yanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever had a song written about you?: yessum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What song makes you cry?: Too Many, Too Many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What song makes you happy?: Anything by the D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What do you like to listen to before bed?: usually Death Cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Name a song by Coal Chamber: are you kidding me? haha if anyone can answer this, you are no longer my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who was/were your idol/s when you were younger? when i was younger it was Chris Farley, nowadays its Jables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) First album you ever bought? hahaha Chesire Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Songs that remind you of friends: &lt;br /&gt;Eric:  Thursday and Reggie&lt;br /&gt;Marcus:  Blink 182 and the Cure&lt;br /&gt;El Gato:  Rilo Kiley and Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Mykel: Incubus and MF (duh)&lt;br /&gt;MandaPanda:  Anything Mainstream and RX Bandits&lt;br /&gt;Taryn:Reggie and the Full Effect&lt;br /&gt;Tish the Dish: Beatles (hands down)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a p p e a r a n c e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. HEIGHT: 5'2 and on half&lt;br /&gt;x. HAIR COLOR: Black/red/and brown all together&lt;br /&gt;x. SKIN COLOR: fair?&lt;br /&gt;x. EYE COLOR: brown&lt;br /&gt;x. PIERCINGS: ears&lt;br /&gt;x. TATTOOS: zero as of right now (=w=w=w=w=w=w=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r i g h t n o w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: gray sweats&lt;br /&gt;x. WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: Sick Sad Little World&lt;br /&gt;x. WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: Cocoa Pebbles&lt;br /&gt;x. WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?: Windy and sunny &lt;br /&gt;x. HOW ARE YOU?: Fucking cold...whats with the weather...freagin 70 degrees?  It should be at least 75, you mutha fuckas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d o y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. GET MOTION SICKNESS?: nope&lt;br /&gt;x. HAVE A BAD HABIT?: Crack the Knuckles and bite the nails&lt;br /&gt;x. GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: Yesm&lt;br /&gt;x. LIKE TO DRIVE?: Eric Es Truck when he allows....and especially when hes sleeping....OiY vEy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f a v o r i t e s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. TV SHOW: Reno 911 &lt;br /&gt;x. CONDITIONER: Whatever my mother buys&lt;br /&gt;x. BOOK: catcher in the rye/Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;x. MAGAZINE: Karrang (So effin expensive)&lt;br /&gt;x. NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: orange juice&lt;br /&gt;x. ALCOHOLIC DRINK:Red Wine. &lt;br /&gt;x. THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: Fucking WORK!&lt;br /&gt;x. BAND OR GROUP or SINGER or RAPPER: =w=, postal, the cure, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h a v e y o u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. BROKEN THE LAW:ha, shaa, too many a times!&lt;br /&gt;x. RAN AWAY FROM HOME: Yesm, best summer of my life, as a matter of fact, that whole summer i was breaking the law!&lt;br /&gt;x. SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: yes, when i ran away.&lt;br /&gt;x. EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING: what What WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;x. MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: all the time at work!&lt;br /&gt;x. EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: eww, no shicko.&lt;br /&gt;x. USED YOUR PARENTS' CREDIT CARD BEFORE:to order my ew Reeboks online! And now, to COCHELLA!&lt;br /&gt;x. SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE:When I was in high school, all the fucking time, and till this day never ever regreted one day of it, even when i did get in trouble! hahaha..good times, good times!&lt;br /&gt;x. FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: almost&lt;br /&gt;x. BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: yesm&lt;br /&gt;x. LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l o v e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. BOYFRIEND: as of right now easy e thinks that we are a couple.&lt;br /&gt;x. GIRLFRIEND: otter terrot&lt;br /&gt;x. SEXUALITY: you tell me&lt;br /&gt;x. CHILDREN: none until i'm married, then like 2 or 3 of them&lt;br /&gt;x. HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: oh god yes&lt;br /&gt;x. BEEN HURT?: too many times&lt;br /&gt;x. YOUR GREATEST REGRET: the way my friendship ended with ruthie.&lt;br /&gt;x. GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r a n d o m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. DO YOU HAVE A JOB: yes&lt;br /&gt;x. YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: Incubus o the comp, Death Cab in my room&lt;br /&gt;x. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?: black &lt;br /&gt;x. WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?:haning out with easy e and gettig him to surf with me.  ahahaha the best site ever.&lt;br /&gt;x. WHO MAKES YOU THE HAPPIEST?: right now, easy e and el gato&lt;br /&gt;x. WHAT'S THE NEXT CD YOU'RE GONNA GET?:The D&lt;br /&gt;x. WHO DO YOU CONSIDER GOOD FRIENDS?: marcus easy e gato mykel taryn manda trish the dish too many more.. &lt;br /&gt;x. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?: aything that makes me happy, mostly eat at rubys on the pier at huntington beach and watch the surfers in the water, the sun reflect off of the water and be able to spend it with someone who doesnt mind not speaking for a while...just taking everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. TIME YOU CRIED?: I dont rememeber.&lt;br /&gt;x. YOU GOT A REAL LETTER?: i'm not sure. it's been a while. &lt;br /&gt;x. YOU GOT E-MAIL: just junk mail&lt;br /&gt;x. THING YOU PURCHASED: hahaha H.R. Pufnstuff box collection, Batman Comic Book...The one where Bane Brakes Batmans Back...so fuckig good.  Got it at a, hahahahahha, shit i never thought i would say this, I got the comic book at a  COMIC BOOK CONVENTION!hahaha love myself!&lt;br /&gt;x. TV PROGRAM YOU WATCHED: Comic Remix&lt;br /&gt;x. MOVIE YOU SAW AT THE THEATER: Lord of the Rings....Best fuckig movie in the year of 2003...Hands Down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y o u r t h o u g h t s o n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABORTION: i would never, but if a girl feels she must, then so be it. &lt;br /&gt;TEENAGE SMOKING: sexy...kinda. EWWW, smoking is bad for your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;SPICE GIRLS: if you want to be my lover&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS: "It would be all the things in the world you never dreamed." The Cure...Love Em&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107661740687523522?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107661740687523522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107661740687523522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107661740687523522' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107661545802663071</id><published>2004-02-12T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:53:29.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE PIXIES, RADIOHEAD, DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE, AND THE Q OF NOT U ARE ALL PLAYING AT THE COCHELLA MUSIC AND ARTS FESTIVAL IN INDIO, CALIFORNIA, AND YOU ALL CAN EXPECT ME THERE...DANCING TO THE PIXIES, SINGING TO RADIOHEAD, CRYING TO DEATH CAB, AND SCREAMING OBSCENE THINGS AT THE SINGER OF THE Q!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT EXPLAIN HOW EXCITED&lt;br /&gt;CANT TYPE THEM EITHER&lt;br /&gt;SHIT FUCK POO&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the D rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoNg LiVe KAgE and jAbLes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings: A Crow left of the Murder...Incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107661545802663071?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107661545802663071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107661545802663071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107661545802663071' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107611766434052221</id><published>2004-02-06T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:36:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive got a hunger twisting my stomache into knots that my tounge has tied off&lt;br /&gt;My brains repeating, if you've got an impulse, LET IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;But they never make it past my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of settling&lt;br /&gt;Our youth is fleeting, old age is just around the bend and I cant wait to go gray&lt;br /&gt;And Ill sit and wonder of every love that could have been&lt;br /&gt;If Id only thought of something charming to say&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of settling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107611766434052221?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107611766434052221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107611766434052221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107611766434052221' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107611734916245259</id><published>2004-02-06T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:31:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the moment that you know&lt;br /&gt;that you told you loved her but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;you touch her skin and then you think&lt;br /&gt;that she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent two weeks in Silverlake&lt;br /&gt;the California sun cascading down my face&lt;br /&gt;there was a girl with light brown streaks&lt;br /&gt;and she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking&lt;br /&gt;as we moved together in the dark&lt;br /&gt;and all the friends that i was telling&lt;br /&gt;and all the playful misspellings&lt;br /&gt;and every bite i gave you left a mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiny vessels oozed into your neck&lt;br /&gt;and formed the bruises&lt;br /&gt;that you said you didn't want to fade&lt;br /&gt;but they did and so did i that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i see are dark grey clouds&lt;br /&gt;in the distance moving closer with every hour&lt;br /&gt;so when you ask "was something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;that i think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now. &lt;br /&gt;no, we can't talk about it now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one last touch and then you'll go&lt;br /&gt;and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more&lt;br /&gt;but it was vile, and it was cheap&lt;br /&gt;and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me&lt;br /&gt;yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107611734916245259?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107611734916245259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107611734916245259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107611734916245259' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107420108295051981</id><published>2004-01-15T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T13:14:21.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted.  Work is killer.  I have been working a wholelotta over time.  So, today I called in sick.  It feels good to just lay in bed all day and play Mario Bros and Tetris.  Although, I have to say that my eyes are now killing me because I have been playing those damn games so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to HomeTown Buffet with Eric E this late afternoon for some lunch.  He hasn't been feeling all too well, so I made him come over so I can make him sleep and give him some medicine.  After he awoke, He was feeling a little hungry, So, I took him to HomeTown Buffet.  I effin' love that damn place!  So great!  All you can eat for 7 dollars?  Umm-Yes Please!&lt;br /&gt;The PooP group met up with us at HomeTown and hung out with us.  After a while Eric E started for feel sick again, So I had to drive him home in his truck.  I fucking that that truck.  So much fun to drive in (especially when no one is on the freeway and its a stick!)  He was sleeping the whole time so the poor boy has no idea I was speeding. muhahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PooP Group followed and took me home and this is what I am doing now.  They will be here shortly though.  They wanted to hang out so I proposed Borders, Barnes and Nobles, Target, or Disneyland.  I think they are going to choose Disneyland though.  I Miss You Target!  I haven't been  forever!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I must leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Good Day Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:  "Adaline"  Elliot Smith (RIP Elliot Smith, You were a GREAT Musician!  I love thee!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Over and Out&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107420108295051981?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107420108295051981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107420108295051981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107420108295051981' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107152179451173044</id><published>2003-12-15T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T12:56:47.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;1) kissed your cousin: on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;2) ran away: yesm, for a couple of months&lt;br /&gt;3) broken someone's heart: billy matheson doesnt count, he was an ass.&lt;br /&gt;4) been in love: I've always been in love...i just thought i fell out of it for a while there, but, I now know that It just needed a couple months holiday.&lt;br /&gt;5) cried when someone died: are you kidding me? shaa!&lt;br /&gt;6) broken a bone: nope&lt;br /&gt;7) drank alcohol: Yesm, Poop Group!&lt;br /&gt;8) lied: It depends on who I am talking to.&lt;br /&gt;9) cried in school: shhh~Yes~Shh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;br /&gt;10) coke or pepsi: dr. pepper&lt;br /&gt;11) sprite or 7up: sprite&lt;br /&gt;12) girls or guys: PooP group&lt;br /&gt;13) flowers or candy: Hmm, wild flowers.&lt;br /&gt;14) scruff or clean shaven: either&lt;br /&gt;15) quiet or loud: quiet&lt;br /&gt;16) blondes or brunettes: brunettes! (I heart you Amanda)&lt;br /&gt;17) bitchy or slutty: combination&lt;br /&gt;18) tall or short: short&lt;br /&gt;19) pants or shorts: pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;20) what do you notice first: Eyes.  And sense of style.&lt;br /&gt;21) last person you slow danced with: Brandon at my cousin Lisa Wedding.  Sooo Much Fun!&lt;br /&gt;22) worst thing to do: Lie, Cheat, and/or Steal.  (You can throw in Kill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST TIME:&lt;br /&gt;23) showered: I really Dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;24) had sex: About a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;25) had a great time with the opposite sex: about a week ago, tehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS:&lt;br /&gt;26) your good luck charm: El GaTo&lt;br /&gt;27) person you hate the most: Any Teeny Bopper who wears a Trucker Hat!&lt;br /&gt;28) the best thing that has happened to you today: I woke up to Eric E! tehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;29) color: grey and blue&lt;br /&gt;30) movie: Ferris Buelers Day Off&lt;br /&gt;31) book: Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;32) subject in school: When I was in school, Photo! I miss Marcus and Pedro. &lt;br /&gt;33) juice: Does Lemonade count? If not then Apple&lt;br /&gt;34) cars: Im more of a SUV/Truck kind of girl (NO, I REPEAT, NO LIFTING OR LOWERING! AND NOT GLAMIS EITHER!  FUCK ALL BRO DUDES!)&lt;br /&gt;35) ice cream: Chocolate Mint and Chip&lt;br /&gt;36) holiday: Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;37) season: fall (all the teeny boppers are back in school!)&lt;br /&gt;38) breakfast food: French Toast w/ Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;39) music to brood to: what the fuck is brood.. im gonna say jazz, cause you cant go wrong with jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;40) sit by the phone waiting for a phone call at night: sometimes the phones permanently attached to my palm if im waiting for a call. &lt;br /&gt;41) save internet conversations: Never, except for A-Dumbs.&lt;br /&gt;42) save emails: If they are a Bands Email, then yes, I save 'Em.&lt;br /&gt;43) wish you were someone else: NoPe&lt;br /&gt;44) wish you were a member of the opposite sex: why would i want a penis. ugly.&lt;br /&gt;45) cried because of someone's mean words: Yes. *sniff Sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST:&lt;br /&gt;46) cologne: Well, I just got Eric some Armani Cologe that smells great.&lt;br /&gt;47) friend: El Gato&lt;br /&gt;48) kiss: I am determined to have my kiss in the rain. Until then, on the forehead, cheesy, i know.  But it always makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;49) romantic memory: Opening my locker senior year on Valentines day, and it being over loaded w/Roses and presents and decorations.  That was soooooooooooooooooo cute! (&lt;- w/the 'e', you TBS Bastards!)&lt;br /&gt;50) most recent advice given to you: "Girls are Dumb!  I hate them, dont ever trust one" &lt;thanx Manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;51) color your hair: Yesm, I am now on Light brown with some black!&lt;br /&gt;52) have tattoos: =w=...*Shaking Fist* One Day!&lt;br /&gt;53) have piercings: ehh&lt;br /&gt;54) have a boyfriend/girlfriend: i have a girlfriend and a boyfriend.  All in all, its been a good month.&lt;br /&gt;55) own a webcam: Pshhh, Blahahahaa noo!&lt;br /&gt;56) own a thong: One!&lt;br /&gt;57) ever get off the computer: yes, Otherwise El Gato's head would explode!&lt;br /&gt;58) sprechen sie deutsche: No I dont&lt;br /&gt;59) habla espanol: I effin wish&lt;br /&gt;60) quack: I Am a Quack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU/DO YOU/ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;61) stolen anything: Yes&lt;br /&gt;62) smoke: Ewwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;63) schizophrenic: Nope&lt;br /&gt;64) obsessive: No, wait!  Umm, I'm going to have to go w/ a Yes on this One!&lt;br /&gt;65) compulsive: Hmm.  Im a Virgo! We all are in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;66) obsessive compulsive: NoNoNo&lt;br /&gt;67) panic: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;68) anxiety: nope&lt;br /&gt;69) depressed: Emo-Tional&lt;br /&gt;70) suicidial: Never, I am way too happy w/ my two loves!&lt;br /&gt;71) obsessed with hate: I hate Hate!&lt;br /&gt;72) dream of mutliated bodies, blood, death, and gore: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;73) if you could be anywhere, where would you be?: In the audiance of Conan O'Brien, laughing my ass off!&lt;br /&gt;74) can you do anything freakish with your body: not that i know of&lt;br /&gt;75) what facial feature do you find the most attractive: lips/eyes&lt;br /&gt;76) would you vote for a woman candidate for president: Hahah Never!&lt;br /&gt;77) would you marry for money: To qout the Beatles, "Money can't buy me Love!"&lt;br /&gt;80) do you like hairy backs: what the fuck? hahaha that was random, No!&lt;br /&gt;81) could you live without a computer:Honestly, No!&lt;br /&gt;83) if so, how many people are on your lists: I dont like to chat, so only like 15 peeps!&lt;br /&gt;84) if you could live in any post time period, which would it be?: Swing Era&lt;br /&gt;85) do you drink enough water: ehh, not really!&lt;br /&gt;86) do you wear shoes in the house or take them off: both&lt;br /&gt;87) what is your favorite fruit: strawberrys, green apples, grapes.&lt;br /&gt;88) do you eat wheat bread or white: I eat shite, but prefer wheat.&lt;br /&gt;89) do you kiss on the first date: i dont date.&lt;br /&gt;90) are you photogenic: hahahah.........no!&lt;br /&gt;93) do you have any dimples:Yes &lt;br /&gt;95) why do you take surveys: I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;96) do you drink alcohol: special occasions, Poop Group!&lt;br /&gt;97) what is the best accent: marcus' Bill Cosby!  The effin best!&lt;br /&gt;98) who do you want to kiss: Seth from the OC!&lt;br /&gt;99) do you like sunrises or sunsets the most: sunrises&lt;br /&gt;100) do you want to live to be 100?: no!&lt;br /&gt;105) do you have nightmares frequently: no&lt;br /&gt;106) do you like your nose: umm, i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;107) do you think you can draw well: when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;109) how many pairs of shoes are in your closet: i have no idea &lt;br /&gt;110) do you like to wear the same shoes everyday or do you like variety? same ole, same ole!&lt;br /&gt;111) do you write poetry: yes&lt;br /&gt;112) do you snore: i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;113) do you sleep more on your back, front, or sides? sides&lt;br /&gt;114) dog/cat? : dogs&lt;br /&gt;119) favorite TV show: the OC BITCH/reno 911, south park.&lt;br /&gt;122) are you a sex addict?: no i am not&lt;br /&gt;123) do you know someone who has cancer? umm, i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;124) do you like to argue: with smart ass' with strong opions &lt;br /&gt;125) do you hunt: never!&lt;br /&gt;128) do you have a middle name?: lynn&lt;br /&gt;129) are you basically a happy person: for the most part&lt;br /&gt;130) are you tired?: no&lt;br /&gt;131) did you drink anything with caffeine in it today?: no&lt;br /&gt;132) how many phones do you have in your house: 4&lt;br /&gt;134) do you get along with your parents? yeah, they're good kids&lt;br /&gt;136) first name: amy&lt;br /&gt;137) were you named after anyone?: great grand mother.&lt;br /&gt;138) do you wish on stars?: yesm&lt;br /&gt;139) when did you last cry: i dot remember.&lt;br /&gt;140) if you were making a movie about yourself, what would the title be? :&lt;br /&gt;Umm, "(Untitled) For Your Viewing Pleasure" &lt;Damn, that was Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;141) do you like your handwriting: yes&lt;br /&gt;142) who do you admire and why: mother, she holds down two jobs!&lt;br /&gt;143) what is the #1 priority in your life?: umm, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;144) what is your favorite lunch meat? pastrami&lt;br /&gt;145) any bad habits: biting my nails/crakig knuckles&lt;br /&gt;146) what is your most embarrassing CD? i will NeVeR say!&lt;br /&gt;147) if you were another person, would you be friends with yourself: yes!&lt;br /&gt;148) are you a daredevil: hmm, not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;149) have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? ..yes&lt;br /&gt;150) have you ever stolen anything: shaa!&lt;br /&gt;151) do looks matter: to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;152) have you ever misused a word and it sounded absolutely stupid: when have i not&lt;br /&gt;153) do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: rainbows dont end idiots&lt;br /&gt;154) do fish have feelings: fucking DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow that wasnt as fun nor as funny as i thought i would be  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107152179451173044?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107152179451173044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107152179451173044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107152179451173044' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107134232486924414</id><published>2003-12-13T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T11:05:38.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE PooP GROUP....TO YOU I PLEDGE TO THEE MY, UMMM, MY, WELL, CRAP I DUNNO.  I JUST PLEDGE TO THEE DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cominahaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sir Jack Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tum Tum hurts a little, but i thinks its bc of all the oat meal that i just ate.  I cant wait, Mae is playing over near my house on Valantines Day, and I don't care what Eric says, We are totally going to that show!  No If's And's or But's about it, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Q of Not U is playing a secret show that no one is supposed to know about over in So Cal, shhhhhh.  Only there origial fans are supposed to kow about it, but I am so damn excited that I am posting it on the internet.  For all of you to read it! (all of you 8 people who read this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney is Going to be on the OC on Jan 7th and i cant effin wait.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr-Arrr, i heart Adam Brody soo much.  (Seth for those of you who dont know) he is damn sex times a billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Must see Hot Hot Heat live!  But they are touring in CaNaDa right now!!! Damn Canadians and there "Aa's and Hosers".  Kill 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I must leave now, Joseph keeps talking my ear off and I cant give my full attention to him. So Arividerchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Good Day Sirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:  "The New Year"  Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107134232486924414?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107134232486924414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107134232486924414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107134232486924414' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-107090376867435323</id><published>2003-12-08T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T09:19:10.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been way too long since I last wrote in you.  *Cough*&lt;br /&gt;I am officially sick.  My head hurts.   I think I have a nasty version of the Flu that has bee going around.  *DAMN YOU AMANDA!* JK babe, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been OkAy.  I almost have all of my Christmas shopping done.&lt;br /&gt;I still have my parents, El Gato, Sheree, a little bit of Eric left, and Amanda left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit playing the Madison Michael today.  I have to quit my lessons for a while and it fucking sucks ass...But I need to pay the cell phone bill, which has reached a new all time high, it is now at $1500.  OiY!  I get sick to my tummy when I think about it.  My throat hurts.  I feel like I have been drinking Russian Vodka and its melted my throat.  And this stupid ass frog that is stuck in it, just wont jump out and it's bothersome.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the poop group can NO longer bitch and complain about how this site hasn't been updated.  All month long they have been giving me shit for it.  Oh, which reminds me, I told them that I would announce the new club that I made up and write down the rules...So, here goes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PooP GrouP:&lt;br /&gt;President:  Amy Lynn C.&lt;br /&gt;Vice President:  Amanda Lynn B.&lt;br /&gt;Secretary:  Eric Michael E.&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer:  Taryn Michelle P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memebers of:  &lt;br /&gt;Aaron Alexander B.&lt;br /&gt;Abby (Abram) Joseph T.&lt;br /&gt;Leticia Prudance V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;*Only Guys PooP!  Girls, do not, I repeat, DO NOT PooP&lt;br /&gt;*Girls can Fart, but must be silent!!!! (&lt;NOT DEADLY)&lt;br /&gt;*Meetings are on the last saturday night of every month! They consist of:&lt;br /&gt;                         -Going to Amanda Lynn's house (Aarons)&lt;br /&gt;                         -Playing "Simpsons Hit and Run."&lt;br /&gt;                         -Watching at least 1 hour of the Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;                         -Getting Drunk (except for Taryn Michelle)&lt;br /&gt;                         -Spending the night at Amanda Lynn's (Aarons)&lt;br /&gt;                         -Not remembering a damn thing when you wake the&lt;br /&gt;                          next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times, Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;Sima-Dawn-Na'!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:  "Sweet Adaline"  Elliot Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-107090376867435323?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107090376867435323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/107090376867435323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#107090376867435323' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106910640054181488</id><published>2003-11-17T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T14:00:06.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freagin love this song...i freagin love death cab....its kind of obvious on who the singer wrote about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Styrofoam Plates &lt;br /&gt;by Death Cab For Cutie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saltwater film &lt;br /&gt;On the jar of your ashes.&lt;br /&gt;I threw them to sea, &lt;br /&gt;But a gust blew them backwards.&lt;br /&gt;And the sting in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That you then inflicted&lt;br /&gt;Was par for the course&lt;br /&gt;Just as when you were living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no stretch to say &lt;br /&gt;You were not quite a father,&lt;br /&gt;But the donor of seeds &lt;br /&gt;To a poor, single mother &lt;br /&gt;That would raise us alone.&lt;br /&gt;We never saw the money.&lt;br /&gt;That went down your throat &lt;br /&gt;Through the hole in your belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen years old &lt;br /&gt;In the suburbs of Denver,&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line &lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving dinner&lt;br /&gt;At the Catholic church,&lt;br /&gt;The servers wore crosses&lt;br /&gt;To shield from the sufferance &lt;br /&gt;Plaguing the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam plates,&lt;br /&gt;Cafeteria tables,&lt;br /&gt;Charity reeks &lt;br /&gt;Of cheap wine and pity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;I do every year when we&lt;br /&gt;Count all our blessings&lt;br /&gt;And wonder what we're doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a disgrace to the concept of family.&lt;br /&gt;The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet.&lt;br /&gt;You can deck out a lie in a suit, but I won't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't join in the presession that's speaking their piece,&lt;br /&gt;Using five-dollar words while praising his integrity.&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause he's gone, it dosen't change the fact&lt;br /&gt;He was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death (yeah).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106910640054181488?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106910640054181488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106910640054181488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106910640054181488' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106886760538643400</id><published>2003-11-14T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T19:40:10.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  CAN OFFICIALLY PLAY THE KEYBOARD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU?!?&lt;br /&gt;HA!  DIDN'T THINK SO SUCKA NUCKAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;OVER and OUT&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106886760538643400?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106886760538643400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106886760538643400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106886760538643400' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106462655248185989</id><published>2003-09-26T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T18:35:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>name:Amy&lt;br /&gt;do you like it?: I heart my name.&lt;br /&gt;nicknames: Aims, AAA-Me (Only to eric e tho) Cha-Cha-Cha-Chairez.&lt;br /&gt;screen names: CaparzzoHere, Ohotterursosilly, yadda, yadda, yadda&lt;br /&gt;birthday: The 31st of August&lt;br /&gt;sign: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;location: Welcome to the OC bitch, This is how its done!&lt;br /&gt;school: Cypress College&lt;br /&gt;status: Single&lt;br /&gt;crush: the boy at Starbucks...(He is 16 though, so i have to get rid of it and fast!)&lt;br /&gt;virgin?: Umm, yeah, sure.  Why not? tehehehe&lt;br /&gt;natural hair color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;current hair color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;eye color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;height: 5'2 and 1/2 (I take pride in that 1/2 dammit!)&lt;br /&gt;birthplace: st. jo's&lt;br /&gt;shoe size:6 1/2&lt;br /&gt;bra size: what What WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[family]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents: Al and Pauline&lt;br /&gt;siblings: K-Pax, Bubby, Buddy, Sheree-shabbey&lt;br /&gt;live with: all except sheree-shabbey&lt;br /&gt;favorite relative: K-Pax by far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[favorites]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number: umm, i ever thought ab it.  It was 7 in high school, though.&lt;br /&gt;color: dark blue and black&lt;br /&gt;day: whatever day i have off from work.&lt;br /&gt;month: october or november.&lt;br /&gt;song: So Impossible~The Dash&lt;br /&gt;movie: Adaptation.  Rushmore.  (&amp; anything done by the Smith man)&lt;br /&gt;food: chillie cheese fries, Pizza (ew york status) and italian!&lt;br /&gt;band: Ozma, Dashboard, The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;sport: Rollerball!&lt;br /&gt;class: English, or Drama&lt;br /&gt;teacher: Mrs.  Price (Kinder teacher)&lt;br /&gt;drink: Dr.  Pepper w/ crushed ice or Pinnapalloza (that drink is orgasmic!)&lt;br /&gt;veggie: Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;tv show: The Family Guy, The Simpsons, Crank Yankers, Reno 911.&lt;br /&gt;radio station: Radio Kills all that is good!&lt;br /&gt;store: Borders&lt;br /&gt;word: what&lt;br /&gt;animal: Whales or penguins&lt;br /&gt;flower: white rose&lt;br /&gt;state: So Cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this or that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me/you: you&lt;br /&gt;coke/pepsi: pepsi&lt;br /&gt;day/night: night&lt;br /&gt;aol/aim: aim&lt;br /&gt;cd/cassette: cd&lt;br /&gt;dvd/vhs: dvd&lt;br /&gt;jeans/khakis: jeans&lt;br /&gt;car/truck: hmm, both!&lt;br /&gt;tall/short: short&lt;br /&gt;lunch/dinner: dinner&lt;br /&gt;nsync/bsb: nsync&lt;br /&gt;gap/old Navy: gap&lt;br /&gt;lipstick/lipgloss: lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;silver/gold: silver&lt;br /&gt;alcohol/weed: they are both gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[love and relationships ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have a bf/gf?: no&lt;br /&gt;do you have a crush?: we already discussed this!&lt;br /&gt;how long have you liked him/her?: i dont know him, so i cant like him.&lt;br /&gt;why do you like this person?: he is freagin cute.  plus super polite!&lt;br /&gt;how long was your longest relationship?: 2 and one half years.&lt;br /&gt;how long was your shortest relationship?: like a month&lt;br /&gt;who was your first love?: Eazy E&lt;br /&gt;what do you miss about them?: Anything and Everything.  His excitement when we used to go see Ozma.  His Dances.  His Speedos.  kisses on my forehead.  the calls for absolutley no reason, just to say that he loved me. the way he looked at life, the glass was always half full with him and I loved that bc it gave me a sense of hope.  The way he made me feel secure.  Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the past ]&lt;br /&gt;what is the one thing you would change about your past?: nothing&lt;br /&gt;last thing you heard: my pop!&lt;br /&gt;last thing you saw: my door&lt;br /&gt;last thing you said: "Dad, Im serious!  We are going to go see the Pixies next year!"&lt;br /&gt;who is the last person you saw?: Dad&lt;br /&gt;who is the last person you kissed?: Dad&lt;br /&gt;who is the last person you hugged?: K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;who is the last person you fought with?: K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;who is the last person you were on the phone with?: Mom&lt;br /&gt;what is the last tv show you saw?: I love the 70's&lt;br /&gt;what is the last song you heard?: For Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the present]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you wearing?: my new dash shirt and pants from DeLux&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing?: "Absolutley Nothing, Hey!"&lt;br /&gt;who are you talking to?:not a-one person&lt;br /&gt;what song are you listening to?:So Impossible&lt;br /&gt;where are you?: in between the living room and the dinning room.&lt;br /&gt;are you online?: yesm&lt;br /&gt;how are you feeling?: alone&lt;br /&gt;are you in a chatroom?: are you kidding me?  hey thats a good idea! jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[future]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what day is it tomorrow?: S-A-T-U-R-DAY!&lt;br /&gt;what are you going to do after this?: Eat, like always.&lt;br /&gt;who are you going to talk to?: I dunno, possibly Eric E.  I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;how old will you be when you graduate? 17&lt;br /&gt;what is one of your dreams?: To be the senior editor for Rolling Stones Magazine...never going to happen though...just a dream.  And to own my own book store!&lt;br /&gt;where will you be in 25 years?: Hmm, Married with a boy named Atticus and a girl name Charli.  Working at my little book store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[have you ever]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;smoked?: eww, gross!&lt;br /&gt;had sex?: yesm&lt;br /&gt;stolen?: hahaha, i remember taking a chair from Koo's...little Otter helped.  I was so scared.  &lt;br /&gt;done anything illegal?: shaa~Public sex.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to die?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;hit someone?: Poor Eric E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[other ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you write in cursive or print?: both&lt;br /&gt;are you a lefty or a righty?: righty&lt;br /&gt;what is your sexual preference?: yes, to actually have it!&lt;br /&gt;what piercings do you have?: my ears&lt;br /&gt;any tattoos?: one day!&lt;br /&gt;do you drive?: no&lt;br /&gt;do you have glasses or braces?: none&lt;br /&gt;did you like this survey?: its ok&lt;br /&gt;what do you most like about your body?: My freackles.(Did i spell that right?)&lt;br /&gt;how many fillings do you have?: nope&lt;br /&gt;do you think you're good looking?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;do other people often tell you that you're good-looking?: eric e&lt;br /&gt;do you look like any celebrities?: a couple of people have told me Jennifer Love Hewitt (not sure whether to be offended or not) and so far, two customers have told me that I look like Audrey Hepburn...needless to say I was and am still, very happy about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fashion ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wear a watch?: My paul frank one broke!&lt;br /&gt;how many coats and jackets do you own?: a lot&lt;br /&gt;favorite pants/skirt color?: jeans and black&lt;br /&gt;most expensive item of clothing?: I dunno, my gap Jeans and pants.&lt;br /&gt;most treasured?: My Gap stretch jeans &lt;br /&gt;what kind of shoes do you wear?: Reeboks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106462655248185989?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106462655248185989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106462655248185989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106462655248185989' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106460575751564573</id><published>2003-09-26T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T12:49:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, &lt;br /&gt;The Dashboard concert was so freagin' good.  Words can't explain it.  I saw a bunch of old high school friends.  But the best part was being able to see Phillipenis!  I heart him so much.  It has been forever since I last saw him.  Of course we both started to do our Cartman voices.  I killed him with mine though.  No one can do a better impression of Cartman than I!  Mark my `effin' words!  Anyway, I also got to see Brand New and Vendetta Red play, and although, I am not a big fan of either of those bands, my liitle sister is, so when they were playing, I held up my cell phone for her to listen to them...she loved me for that.  I also got her a Tshirt.  She loved that as well.  I got myself a new Dashboard Sweater and a new T~Shirt.  I cannot wait till i get to wear those Sucka Nuckas!  Marcus and I also proceeded to make a stop at In~N~Out on the way home.  Oh Lord, a funny story...Shh~No one else can know:  So, Marcus and I get into the venue and take our seats.  They were pretty good seats.  They were right in the center and they weren't too high, but not low as well, they were good.  Anyway, so we sat through Vedetta Red came and gone, as well did Brand New.  So MxPx is playing and right in the middle of their set,  these two random people come up to Marcus and I and told us that we were in their seats.  We were sitting in section L, when the whole time we should have been sitting in section B...Freagin B!  We had way better seats then before and we didnt even know it till after Brand New came on.  Oh Lord, You should have see Marcus and I.  We were both laughing so hard at ourselves.  So great!  Such a great memory.  All in All, to sum up Last night in three words or less:&lt;br /&gt;Caos...Histerical...Great!&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;Good Day Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  The singer to Vendetta Red looks and dances like the singer of Led Zepplin Robert Plant.  Needless to say, Marcus, Stevo, and I made a lot of fun of him! tehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:  nothing but last thing i listened to was the Cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106460575751564573?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106460575751564573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106460575751564573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106460575751564573' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106450708518188354</id><published>2003-09-25T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:24:45.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;strong&gt;Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106450708518188354?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106450708518188354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106450708518188354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106450708518188354' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106450683758519086</id><published>2003-09-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:20:37.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;It is way too early to  be up right now, but I can't sleep.  I am way too excited about seeing the DASH tonight.  woop woop!  Oh man.  And the best part is that I get to spend it with one of my great friends, Marqeus. &lt;br /&gt;So Easy E called me up last night, he woke me up at 1230am.  He had just gotten jumped like 20 minutes before that, I felt to bad for him.  I mean, I couldn't comfort him in person so I had to do it via phone.  I guess when he called up Andrea (before he called me up) she was a bitch to him about it.  She told him that he probably deserved it.  He was so mad at her.  I guess the fact that his ex girlfriend comforted him and his newbie wasn't, mad him extremely mad.  But, he didn't take it out on me.  I guess that just made realize that I was/will always be the one who was been here for him, no matter what.  So, he is officially pissed off at Andrea...Officially!  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway~  work is ok.  The guy that works at Starbucks saw me and totally ignored me.  I was mortified about that.  I can no longer step into that Starbucks...Which sucks ass!  But hey, what are you gonna do?  As for me, I am going to shit a brick everytime I go in.  hahahaha just kidding.  Oh man, so tired.  So tired.  It is soo worth the lack of sleep though, being able to see Chris play live.  Not only him though, I get to see MxPx and Brand New.  Oh man.  I can't `Efin' wait!  &lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;Good Day Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:  Thursday...Old and New stuff.  All of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106450683758519086?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106450683758519086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106450683758519086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106450683758519086' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106441892143556386</id><published>2003-09-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T08:55:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me.  And if we go some place to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me through the mist of this thick air tonight?  &lt;br /&gt;I am cold and longing for a helping hug to cover me from this calm night.&lt;br /&gt;I have only memories of you now, and I long to have more.  With this new found loneliness, I curl up in a ball and cry my heart out.  I reach out to a hand that is not there.  Why aren't you there?  Was my love not good enough for you?  Why are you so scared of commitment?  Why must you pretend to be something that you are not?  Its a waist of the person that you really are!  You may be fooling everyone else, but you forget, that I know you better then any of your new trendy friends.  I see right through that fake smile that you put on day in and day out.  I see right through the "Cool Guy" exterior.  But you insides have even changed now.  My apologies to the new you...My apologies for not being good enough...My apologies for staying true to myself.  And although I know that I will always have some sort of love for you, I wish that I didn't Love you at all...It would give me a better definition of "Love" right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106441892143556386?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106441892143556386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106441892143556386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106441892143556386' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106436745015459758</id><published>2003-09-23T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:37:29.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was ok, I guess.  Actually, it was terrifying!  The cute guy at starbucks now knows that I think he is cute, not to mention every other person who works over there!  Damn you, Trisha!  *Shaking my fist!!!*  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway~  I talked to Easy E late night till about 130 in the morning.  We had a nice convo, as usual.  That kid craks me up.  Although sometimes, he likes to talk and reminisce about old times of "Amy &amp; Eric."  It's kinda weird at times.  But I don't mind that much...It kinda shows me that he is still in love with me and stuff.  It's about time he starts to chase me and not vise versa!  2 more days till the Dashboard concert, and I cannot wait!  I am ecstatic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands I Love (In no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;Ozma****&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard****&lt;br /&gt;The Get Up Kids***&lt;br /&gt;Smile***&lt;br /&gt;Oneline drawing*&lt;br /&gt;Postal Service**&lt;br /&gt;Hot Hot Heat**&lt;br /&gt;Reggie and the Full Effect***&lt;br /&gt;New Amsterdams**&lt;br /&gt;The Anniversary***&lt;br /&gt;RX Bandits***&lt;br /&gt;Aquabats***&lt;br /&gt;Ataris***&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds*&lt;br /&gt;Ben Kweller***&lt;br /&gt;Elliot Smith**&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay***&lt;br /&gt;Coheed &amp; Cambria*&lt;br /&gt;The Impossibles***&lt;br /&gt;Limbeck***&lt;br /&gt;Mae**&lt;br /&gt;Piebald*&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead***&lt;br /&gt;Pixies****&lt;br /&gt;Special Goodness**&lt;br /&gt;The Clash***&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles***&lt;br /&gt;The Faint**&lt;br /&gt;Mars Volta*&lt;br /&gt;Thursday***&lt;br /&gt;Travis**&lt;br /&gt;=w=eezer***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106436745015459758?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106436745015459758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106436745015459758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106436745015459758' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106433296929209321</id><published>2003-09-23T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T09:04:27.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, I am so not ready for 'Efin work right now...I am so tired.  Fortunately, I have magic powers so that way I can freeze time and not have to go for at least another 6 hours...ok, so I don't have magic powers, but if I did, man oh man, all havoc would be realized.  Oh yeah, and because I promised a friend...Everyone listen to this band called "Maria Forgotten." and go to the mp3 site, and listen to their music there too!  Ok, I did it, now get off of my jock...geez man! &lt;br /&gt;Actually, this band gets an "A+" when it comes to originality.  The efforts that they put into music and song writing, are, one and a million.  Mikey finds his song writing inspirations in simple things such as a piece of Art.  Anywho, you all should listen to them!&lt;br /&gt;On another foot note:  I talked to Eazy E last night till about 130ish.  It was cool.  And actually, very funny.  He left Andreas house and called me.  Blahahaha.  Everyone asks me if I hate Andrea.  Of Course not, I mean, just because she's going out w my ex...tehehe.  No but really, I don't have any animosity towards her.  The only thing that kills me is the fact that her parents ask Eric to drink with them...Which sux ass, but hey, I can't say anything about that, for, Eazy E and I are no Longer together.  Oh man, I have to go now, Stupid ass work calls! AHHHHH!  &lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;~Good Day Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenings:  "11 2 times over"........Maria Forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106433296929209321?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106433296929209321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106433296929209321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106433296929209321' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106429229862368801</id><published>2003-09-22T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T21:44:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure of anyone (anyone) &lt;br /&gt;But I've got plans. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for everything &lt;br /&gt;but sure I could use a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a little anxious sometimes &lt;br /&gt;you'll be gone and I'll &lt;br /&gt;be left behind. &lt;br /&gt;Get a little nervous sometimes &lt;br /&gt;it'll be my cue and I'll &lt;br /&gt;forget my lines. &lt;br /&gt;Get a little lost look&lt;br /&gt;as I'm staring from the &lt;br /&gt;corner of my eye. &lt;br /&gt;Never really mastered disinterest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see how &lt;br /&gt;the way that you leave me &lt;br /&gt;yellow makes us close. &lt;br /&gt;I must be out of touch. &lt;br /&gt;I won't ask you to give up &lt;br /&gt;on the things that &lt;br /&gt;seem to keep you gone &lt;br /&gt;but I could be gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel a little sorry sometimes &lt;br /&gt;you're not here when I am writing. &lt;br /&gt;Feels a little awkward sometimes &lt;br /&gt;you won't talk but we're &lt;br /&gt;not fighting. &lt;br /&gt;You hold onto your secrets &lt;br /&gt;and I'm not privy to &lt;br /&gt;what is on your mind. &lt;br /&gt;When I can't help but &lt;br /&gt;feel tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106429229862368801?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106429229862368801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106429229862368801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106429229862368801' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106424755186274019</id><published>2003-09-22T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T09:19:11.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106424755186274019?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106424755186274019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106424755186274019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106424755186274019' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846065.post-106424643515895011</id><published>2003-09-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T09:00:35.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so disappointed in myself, for this reason and this reason only:  I forgot about national talk like a pirate day!&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I disgraced myself, but the others around me as well. &lt;br /&gt;K~Now that I have gotten that off of my shoulders!  I still have not yet gotten the new Saves the Day CD nor the new Thursday one either.  I am very sad about this, as well.  Work sux ass! I would give anything to just be able to sit at home and do absolutely nothing and get paid for it.  That would be awesome, bc then, I would tell Marcus, Ruth, and Pete about it and then they would all come over and all four of us would be getting paid to sit around doing nothing except for watching old simpsons and family guy episodes...Unfortunately, I would want to watch the family guy a little more then the simpsons, so there would probably be some kind of dispute there.  But otherwise, we would all have fun.  On another foot note:  I get to see Dashboard in 3 more DAYS!!!! Words can't explain my pleasant delight  on this subject.  I haven't seen him since last year when he toured with =w=eezer.  (FYI, =w= is one of the best bands to ever be assembled!  *not including ozma, the get up kids, the beatles,  phantom planet, coldplay...yadda yadda yadda.)  Alright kids I must leave for now...But until next time...&lt;br /&gt;Good Day!&lt;br /&gt;PS:  to make up for not talking like a pirate, I am going to Adams homecoming and the theme is pirate, so we decided that he is going dressed up as Captain Hook and I am going as Schmee...So excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5846065-106424643515895011?l=akinderreminder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106424643515895011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5846065/posts/default/106424643515895011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akinderreminder.blogspot.com/index.html#106424643515895011' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07442480553825280913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02131306492552605267'/></author></entry></feed>