<?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-3669411</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:22:28.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mary Boop*</title><subtitle type='html'>Random happenings the good the bad, everything, including the inbetween. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-109289334656752111</id><published>2004-08-19T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T00:29:06.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Iron GateOne night I chanced upon a hidden door, to a lair I knew not where.I walked in search of reverie and healing, but fell on some stair, and in that instant I crashed and crumbled toward the floor.Falling fast I could hardly breathe, nor see the life surround.The closer I came, the farther I fell, and the farther I fell, the closer I came.And in the darkest pitch of night, black </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/109289334656752111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/109289334656752111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109289334656752111' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-109286563121784253</id><published>2004-08-18T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T16:47:11.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       So the new year begins with a crack, whistle, and a pop! And there isn't anything totally cool going on besides the fact we are seniors. I don't see Patrick until after school, no classes together, not even lunch- how depressing! Plus he has a job where he works like 3 days a week, i swear it's more than that though, only because people are taking off all the time and he has to fill their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/109286563121784253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/109286563121784253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109286563121784253' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-108813899078114355</id><published>2004-06-24T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:49:50.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JohnH778: showers is niceJohnH778: specially after you've been working on stuff all day longJohnH778: and you get home and you're like i am covered in sweat and dirt and rocks and drywall mix and then it's like ahhhhGolddryke: hahahahaGolddryke: drywall mix? why may i ask are you covered in dry wall mix?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108813899078114355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108813899078114355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108813899078114355' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-108813891329726201</id><published>2004-06-24T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:48:33.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i seem to be having trouble posting...so this is a tester...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108813891329726201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108813891329726201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108813891329726201' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-108511378171667697</id><published>2004-05-20T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T23:29:41.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Patrick loves me:) me so happy, and he told me I have pretty eyes. lol what will be next? Life is great no matter how crappy it gets and no how much i dont want to take part in it, it always gets better.:) Love you too Patrick! Also Matt Roberts Likes the Cranberries too...that made me happy- anywho doesnt compare to patrick loving me:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108511378171667697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108511378171667697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108511378171667697' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-108381419914260004</id><published>2004-05-05T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T22:34:17.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What WHAT WHAT???!?!?!? i dont care, that's right, take your best shot and ill show you my hind side, just look at my cheek and in the words or Werid Al, " ....a boy kicked me in the butt last week, but i just smiled at him, and i turned the other cheek, and  that's just perfectin fact it suits me well, cause ill be laughing my head when 'shes' burning in hell"So yah, similar things have, are, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108381419914260004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108381419914260004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108381419914260004' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-108025649714897820</id><published>2004-03-25T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:18:21.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                           ApologyMany time I've spoken words of rashness and seemed intentyet I don't truly mean what I speak,they are just thoughts I have at a moments passingnever to be thought about againits that rash and unjudgable side of my fire elemental cry.I wish you to forgive me, to take me back in your armsand hold me there, you help me grow.and im sorry for things I've said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108025649714897820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/108025649714897820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108025649714897820' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-107837444455721470</id><published>2004-03-03T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:30:20.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Title: Mary- the super hero saint!!!*BAM BAM BOOM!!!*ben: you would be a saintben: yes that would be grandben: thats fineben: perfectben: o yesben: YES! YOU HAVE SAVED MY DAYME: all in a days work! *thinking- why of course i am a saint, my name is Mary, after all, and i am Ben's great gramma lol...(inside joke) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107837444455721470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107837444455721470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107837444455721470' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-107828799096634115</id><published>2004-03-02T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:29:25.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                        ForgottenInfallible silence surrounds a man who was not cautious in his endeavorsToo soon he was captured and retained by the gazing starsIntensely upon his face shown the delight of his departure. Of which life so easily takes careIn manners broadening to distant palacesTravels a man who is never lonelier on his wayFor he has forgotten the one who truly loves him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107828799096634115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107828799096634115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107828799096634115' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-107803767889206571</id><published>2004-02-29T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:57:28.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angel baby- nice old song:) i havent heard this for a lonnnnnng time so i decided to learn the wordsits just like heavenbeing here with youyoure like an angel too good to be truebut after all i love you i doangel baby my angel babywhen you are near me my heart skips a beati can hardly stand on my own two feetbecause i love you i love you i doangel baby my angel babyoh who i love you oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107803767889206571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107803767889206571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107803767889206571' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-107803458865567753</id><published>2004-02-29T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:05:59.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so far from here the years appearwhen i would declare to you my dearof all my dreams, my fantasies, the endings of my storyand here we arebreaking all my rules of never falling in loveand i tell you i am fallling for you.if the mountains could eclaim by the wind howling in the rain through their passesi could convey my feelings to you dear.as the stars shine, brightly in  the skyas the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107803458865567753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107803458865567753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107803458865567753' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-107785374020117270</id><published>2004-02-26T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:51:47.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for just being cool and spending so much of your time with me Pat...there are so many words left to say,thoroughly spoken however,i fear would not justify their meaning.i mean to say without faultery,how much i adore the company we share. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107785374020117270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107785374020117270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107785374020117270' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-107766255624354440</id><published>2004-02-24T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:45:20.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i came home today and felt like writing...so here it is..the first verse is really my favorite but i kept writing so i guess i should let everyone read it:               AwayIf there’s a word in your mind, A picture in the frame of time…I would never die againI would always live in your memories.If you only let me stay, let me stay… in your mind this dayFor now I will fade away, lost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107766255624354440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107766255624354440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107766255624354440' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-107457386353685330</id><published>2004-01-19T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:48:17.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you finally have someone, who you care very much for, will come to talk to you face to face about a mistake made in the night when you should be going to bed, you realize you might be able to love this person more than anyone else you love or will love.* note the difference between 'loving' and being 'in love' -do not confuse, for loving is for all people you meet, and falling in love is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107457386353685330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/107457386353685330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107457386353685330' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106878762007641629</id><published>2003-11-13T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:27:28.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh and monique, i just want to say that ur awesome- so happy and outgoing i love it, its so great to have happy peeps like you!!! anywho just wanted to make sure you knew that i think ur awesome! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106878762007641629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106878762007641629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106878762007641629' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106878751822357042</id><published>2003-11-13T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:25:46.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i wrote Patricko a Poem, lol, regarding he and i standing outside in the night all the time for long periods of time before i leave for home...hehe...its not my best, but it gets the point across and i wrote it rather quickly. The stars gorgeous in the night, Match the color of his eyesIn crystalline sky from where i stood,His eyes melted within their hood, Casting his gaze upon my own.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106878751822357042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106878751822357042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106878751822357042' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106878738244390474</id><published>2003-11-13T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T23:23:30.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! i remebered my password and sign on name so i can now blog again!!! so happy about that............teehee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106878738244390474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106878738244390474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106878738244390474' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106714269293022221</id><published>2003-10-25T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T23:31:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont you just love it when you can be completely comfortable aroudn someone you care about and just be yourself, as weird as you are, as stupid, just as you are, and they dont care cause they are just like you? yah me too:) its so nice...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106714269293022221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106714269293022221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106714269293022221' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106654326891091875</id><published>2003-10-19T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T01:01:09.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so another day has passed and i am feeling very good about it, i dont want to let things stress me out and im workin on not letting them get to me..so very nice stuff happend tonight:went over to Pat's house and we watched toystory 2, was funny (on TV) and then we watched matrix reloaded, we were 'cuddeling' and watching it. he's so adorable like i had closed my eyes cause i was tired and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106654326891091875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106654326891091875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106654326891091875' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106618772334790317</id><published>2003-10-14T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:15:23.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so like i was upset the other day and i went over to Pat's hosue for a lil bit so his mom could help me with math, and as i was leaving he like hands me his bible- i was like umm what do u want me to do with this- and he was like turn to the page i have marked and read what i circled it will help, so i got home and opened it up and there was a note and then some verses for me to look it- t'was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106618772334790317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106618772334790317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106618772334790317' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106618756222047518</id><published>2003-10-14T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:12:42.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol awwww he's so adorable...Pat: good night sweet queen...the other night...Pat:well sweet dreams my sweet chocolate queen of chocolatnessfirst time he said sweet...lol..and it keeps getting better and better... Pat: bye bye my sweetand this was over the weekend:k, sweet dreams my good smelling smell of goodness kitty, then i said muah! *kiss* and he was like:: *sound of treasuring of kiss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106618756222047518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106618756222047518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106618756222047518' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106601772909508924</id><published>2003-10-12T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:02:09.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didnt get all the accents but this is my poem for french- major grade to memorize...lol...maitre corbeau, sur un arbre perché,tenait en son bec un fromage.maitre renard, par l'odeur alléché,lui tint á peu pres ce langage:&lt;Que vous etes joli! que vous me semblez beau!sans mentir, si votre ramageSe rapporte a votre plumage,Vous stes le phenix des hotes de ces bois.&gt;&gt;A ces mots le </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106601772909508924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106601772909508924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106601772909508924' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106574797502084818</id><published>2003-10-09T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:06:15.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my has well been interesting:*mostly ranting*wouldnt it be cool if sam and diego, being twins, like gave me a hug at the same time?? i think so- although one at a time is nice enough- both very huggy peoples...lol...except i get odd looks when i hug one of them, odd looks from others...i was driving down my street back to my house past a car, and their door flung open, so i swerved bc i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106574797502084818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106574797502084818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106574797502084818' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106567177203596990</id><published>2003-10-08T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T22:56:39.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(well i donno if it makes sense- just sort of came out so whatever u think- some words might not exactly fit- but that is ok- as long as none else minds:))I waited many moments for one thing to arrivemany moments still do pass me bythen along came a manwho spoke truth to my worldwho lead me beyond my doubts and forlorni crossed new boundries and skated through sandsa million little grains</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106567177203596990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106567177203596990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106567177203596990' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106566946299807010</id><published>2003-10-08T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T22:17:42.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i asked some peeps online what a "pooky puff" was and i got interesting answers for soemthing that to my knowledge doesnt exist- i just made the word up for fun...lol...everyone was like umm i donno so i asked what first came to their minds: one of those pink snowball things at cheap gas stations which is actually chocolate on the inside pop corn a dust bunny with a face a pokemonpink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106566946299807010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106566946299807010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106566946299807010' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106557793521325977</id><published>2003-10-07T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:52:14.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So for HC Pat is wearing "suit jacket thing with light blue shirt and sorta maroonish tie" and i am yet to find something:)Have dress will find this weekend and Pat said he come look with me yay...but maybe not cause he might get bored hahahahha....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106557793521325977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106557793521325977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106557793521325977' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106541260362407610</id><published>2003-10-05T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:56:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a Night!!!Many things happen in life that make me very sad- but then i realize that things always get better-even if they have to get worse before they get better. as my uncle told me after my grandmother died " some things have to die to give life" from this he expanded, " a tree drops her seeds to the ground, where they are covered by the earth- they decompose- they become fertilised, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106541260362407610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106541260362407610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106541260362407610' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106524506178329803</id><published>2003-10-04T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T00:24:21.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tonight's eventsPatrick reminds me of my father in a way that became clear to me tonight:he's protective...:)like tonight we were standing outside my car saying goodbye and these three dogs came and were all like bark sniff sniff and he was like standing so i was between him and car so if they decided to be mean i wouldnt get hurtthen...it was sort of scary- after the dogs these two cars came</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106524506178329803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106524506178329803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106524506178329803' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106521471091346829</id><published>2003-10-03T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T15:58:31.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i am sitting here eating a pop tart i am realizing there is really only one good part of a pop tart, the edges...why dont i just eat bread..lol----------i think the french teachers like have somehting against the officers- i mean i know we are officers but like she really shouldnt expect that much more out of us jsut bc we are- we are only officers bc peeps voted for us...----------at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106521471091346829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106521471091346829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106521471091346829' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106513756573618602</id><published>2003-10-02T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T18:32:45.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so Patrick is going to ask me, but he still hasnt- but he said he is...hmmm i think im not gonna wonder to much*wink</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106513756573618602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106513756573618602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106513756573618602' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106513749999444834</id><published>2003-10-02T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T18:31:39.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reaccurances in The Choir Hallthis is the second time in my years of attending Klein that i have been like hugged in the hall between the cafiteria and choir...today some dude that looked like Charlie Prator grabbed me and started huggin me and i was like ummm who are you -so weird......but yah when i was a fish, my friend now- alberto-graduated last yr, he like ran up to me and put his hands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106513749999444834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106513749999444834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106513749999444834' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106506498918612711</id><published>2003-10-01T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T22:23:09.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got asked for the third time by Cody to go to HC lolcody: So that's a "no" to homecoming?me: yah sowwieme: pat says he is gonna ask mecody: You sure?!cody: Maybe he's pulling a cruel jokecody: You can't afford to take that kind of risk!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106506498918612711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106506498918612711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506498918612711' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106506473808051933</id><published>2003-10-01T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T22:18:57.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interesting what you have the urge to do when you start paying attention to details....John: I saw this girl todayme: ...John: in front of me, in historyme: ...John: and she had sort of wavy hair, and it was likeJohn: ENCRUSTEDJohn: with hairsprayme: ummmmm- ewwJohn: it was disgusting- and had all these little split ends and curly fuckwhatsits and messed up piecesJohn: I just wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106506473808051933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106506473808051933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506473808051933' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106506462806605651</id><published>2003-10-01T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T22:17:07.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohhh my friends- ilove them all so very much indeed!John: I have a muffinme: yummme: i have sicknessJohn: nooooo! that is badJohn: mary is sickJohn: mary is small and an elf-child, and cannot get sickJohn: or the fate of middle earth will be doomedPat: lol elves are hotJohn: hahahaJohn: yeshJohn: this is true</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106506462806605651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106506462806605651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506462806605651' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106505249210254577</id><published>2003-10-01T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:54:51.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i have been remebering today in my sleep about like my freshman yr at lunch this guy wrote this girl a song and he got up on the table and played his guitar and sang to her and in the song he pretty much asked if she would go to HC or prom, some dance, it was so sweetand my sophmore yr i remember stephen had asked me to meet him in the drama room in the morning and i went there the next day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106505249210254577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106505249210254577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106505249210254577' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106504956368812677</id><published>2003-10-01T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:06:03.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>muwhahahha: topic today-Home Comingawwwww its so cute- everyone is getting asked...hehe even though i wasnt at school today and really wanted to go to see Veronica's reaction- Steve asked her- so very sweet- a rose each period and she didnt know who it was, and then after school he met her and gave her a dozen more, so adorable- 18 in total:) you go steve- definately a way to win a girl's heart-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106504956368812677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106504956368812677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106504956368812677' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106477221094065536</id><published>2003-09-28T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T13:03:31.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* i suppose this is a poem that come from the botteled up emotions- too keenly kept for far to long- just emotions explodinging with silly incidents- the fire was kindled in a painful way*cold to the world, stone faced i sit, holding back tears of pain.supressed, unknowing, lacking a place,i wander within myself, why do i feel this way?i walked out to say goodmorning to my parents, they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106477221094065536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106477221094065536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106477221094065536' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106472454874095407</id><published>2003-09-27T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T23:49:08.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to get something to eat and i opened up the freezer and started to pull something out...meanwhile an ice pack plumited towards my foot, smashing through my skin on my toe and then it tumbled to the floor-i began to bleed...FROM A DAMN ICE PACK!!...now its like drippin blood, ironically i thought ice was suppopse to heal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106472454874095407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106472454874095407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106472454874095407' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106412073073121081</id><published>2003-09-21T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T00:45:29.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wrote a poem tonight about stadning in the rain and what its like, but its a more personal thing i am going to keep to myself:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106412073073121081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106412073073121081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106412073073121081' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106410844679466853</id><published>2003-09-20T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T20:40:46.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steve's so silly- see exapmle of such:S: haha, yeah, thzS:*thx, can't type, thoughM: heheh, t'is all good, for i cannot type eitherS: sounds like a song I know... "Can't type this"M: cant touch this but redone...S: indeed!M: dun dundunddund dun dun S: dun dundundun dun dun....S: you needed write sentences...S: *needn'tM: hahaS: can't type that...M:nope!S: dun dundundun dun dunM: i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106410844679466853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106410844679466853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106410844679466853' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106360347909893671</id><published>2003-09-15T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T00:24:39.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>intersting conversations me and pat had today hahhaha-he's so great:)he said the main reason he gets online is to talk to me: awwwwwwwwwwwwwme: nitenite sweetsPat: sweet dreamsme:you too, baiPat: hopfully of u------------------------------------------such a dork, but i love itme: i dontlike this book, its so sad and patheticPat: lol yea reminds me of myselfPat: .....*sobme: hahah: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106360347909893671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106360347909893671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106360347909893671' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106348964116948862</id><published>2003-09-13T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T16:47:21.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>awww im his sweet now:me: byebyepat: k, bye bye my sweet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106348964116948862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106348964116948862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106348964116948862' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106343303264571039</id><published>2003-09-13T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:03:52.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so amazed that i havent been stressed this week!!! it's crazy.....:) im so happy though. even stephen can see that from just seein me for a moment....heh...anyways my nite was great:i got my awaited kiss hehe......mmmmmmmm......so happy, not just cause that but just the whole relationship/situation.its so nice to just have someone who you can just be with, comfortable, nice and warm in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106343303264571039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106343303264571039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106343303264571039' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106340058276107374</id><published>2003-09-12T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T16:03:02.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw stephen today: hehe awwwwww i love my friends, especially stephen.stephen: you look really good, your all happy and you look like you feel good and so on.awwwwwwwwwwwwwww:) thanks stephen...much loves and hugs! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106340058276107374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106340058276107374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106340058276107374' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106299733399208702</id><published>2003-09-08T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:14:16.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE MY LIFE!!! and i really like Pat:)Pat:lol, wow, i'm sure glad that jacque marked down the wrong semmester for summer school, jacque, my bro's fiancee, she filled out my summer school form cuz i was gone to church camp, i was plannin on takin the 1st semmester but she didn't change it so i got the second semmester.Me:haha, and you're glad of this because? we met?Pat: yea, thats where we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106299733399208702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106299733399208702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106299733399208702' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106296298502063319</id><published>2003-09-07T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T14:29:44.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if anyone can explain this to me PLEASE do...alright.in relgion and at church (christian relgion) they tell us to like praise Jesus, is that like worshiping him, and if so then like isnt that a sin, God clearly states in the 10 commandments not to worship any other God than himself, and himself alone. My thinking is that God recognized that we needed someone to lead us and show us the path to him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106296298502063319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106296298502063319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106296298502063319' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106295839685125967</id><published>2003-09-07T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T13:13:16.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everytime i go to church(only gone like 3 times this whole yr so far, one at easter and the last two sundays but,) i feel as though i have matured at least a whole nother lifetime. here's the cool part, not long ago i asked God into my life and i have felt happy since then, i no longer get as upset about things as i did before. i feel like i am becoming a brighter and better person. and i thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106295839685125967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106295839685125967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106295839685125967' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106291328599947580</id><published>2003-09-07T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T00:41:25.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the most wonderful feelings in the universe:knowing someone likes you a lot, and having them tell you that they do. being in someones arms, when they just sort of easilly wrap around you, comfortably...yah that's real nice.playing with each others hair...mmm...(i have a hair fetish), and having them play with yours.after they leave and you still feel all comfortable and relaxed...wishing it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106291328599947580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106291328599947580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106291328599947580' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106281939837926085</id><published>2003-09-05T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T22:37:33.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can you say awwwww sweetness!?me: soooooooooooo whats up?Pat: listenin to the mentos commercial thememe: hahahahme: ur a big goofballpat: lol a big lucky goofballme: why are you lucky?(pat because u like me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106281939837926085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106281939837926085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106281939837926085' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106281718711120749</id><published>2003-09-05T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T21:59:47.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight Was Nice........got some hmk done, did a lil' flirting with my boyfriend:) oh yeah (oais!)Entire story:(summerized version-not neccisarly in order)around 6:00pm Pat came over, we went to my room and sort of half ass organized what we needed to do for history, then we went to game room and layed on floor, reading the lil' hist book that we are suppsoe to do AP PARTS in and we did like 3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106281718711120749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106281718711120749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106281718711120749' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106245883077776164</id><published>2003-09-01T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T18:27:10.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know when you were trying to get what you wanted without hurting anyone, and you thought you succeeded but in reality the person you hurt didnt tell you how they felt in time...........yahhhhhh that sucks... so i guess im a big bitch/opportunist...i thought one thing all weekend while not in contact with the other, and they thought that one thing and expanded on it, so now im in a barrel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106245883077776164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106245883077776164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106245883077776164' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106243681255370789</id><published>2003-09-01T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T12:20:12.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>muwahahahaa......i win! Pat: so we're goin out now right?me i suppose so, not like we have gone on a date or anything.... whats ur view?Pat: i say we are, i was just makin sureme: hahah, so do i call you my bf? or what?Pat: sure, well still call me patrickhaha yah no duh~patrick=silly crazy bf *nods in agreement with self*Pat: lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106243681255370789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106243681255370789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106243681255370789' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106235822934593907</id><published>2003-08-31T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T14:30:29.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Sun Aug 31, 02:26:42 PM | mary underwood | edit ]the love saga continues: pat:so whats goin on with u and that ian guy? me:i guess nothing (for various reasons), what about you and ashley? pat:that was just a hang out, i'd much rather go out with u.yea, the reason i asked her out was because i thought u were goin out with ian me:yah? i like that *big goofy smile* pat: wanna give it a go?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106235822934593907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106235822934593907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106235822934593907' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106204738721764661</id><published>2003-08-28T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T00:09:47.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone in my first period class just confessed to liking me...tehehe..awww yah he is my 4th period also...oh yah..all i need now is another guy to like me...i think count them 4 at the moment, sort of odd...mmm sort of like very niceyah so that was my good news for todayever wonder why people are so indecisive? yah well i wonder all the time. mmm two people come to mind on this topic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106204738721764661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106204738721764661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106204738721764661' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106178922669720591</id><published>2003-08-25T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T00:27:06.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ian and i decided to give the "us" a try:) so i am happy...might as well...so this makes me what???..a first real girlfriend??? that's pretty cool-no expectations really, or if some not too many...mm yes! hehe well im bout to pass out cause he like fell asleep or somethign readin stuff for decathalon...hahah glad im not him...of course i would have read it earlier this weekend...mmmm i like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106178922669720591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106178922669720591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106178922669720591' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106178663079440110</id><published>2003-08-24T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T23:43:50.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE IMMORTAL FISHshadowkwarrior: err....shadowkwarrior: goldfish died....Golddryke: awwwGolddryke: tiolet time!shadowkwarrior: lolshadowkwarrior: or trashshadowkwarrior: or dog food :-PGolddryke: mm splish splashGolddryke: flushy wushyshadowkwarrior: hahahashadowkwarrior: poor goldfishshadowkwarrior: died of either starvation or of dirty watershadowkwarrior: we had two originally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106178663079440110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106178663079440110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106178663079440110' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106174623356485089</id><published>2003-08-24T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T12:30:33.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fly, fly away from here,spread your wounded wings and fly, they will healfly through the sky on faith alone and you will reach the heavensfly, fly away from here.sread your wings and fly through the dark, light will soon touch your soul.fly through the crowded thoughts that keep you hanging onto something that is long gone.let go, fly away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106174623356485089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106174623356485089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106174623356485089' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106170630535563993</id><published>2003-08-24T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T01:25:05.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my schedule for this yr sort of looks like this for after school:monday-voice lessons, chamber choir rehersals (if i make it), and hmk...and if i stay with lacrosse then practice.tuesday-choir rehersal, hmk. french clubwednesday-lacrossethursday-district and i think chamber, french club.friday-lacrosse and hmk saturday-hmk, friendssunday-church with patrick, and family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106170630535563993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106170630535563993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106170630535563993' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106170614313550248</id><published>2003-08-24T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T01:22:23.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i know from fact when you are depressed that exercise and food (good home made food) help alot, and normally detour the sadness you feel for no reason. meep.this is meant for advice to peeps i know...so take it...damnit...lol...seriously though it does help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106170614313550248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106170614313550248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106170614313550248' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106170413484684420</id><published>2003-08-24T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T00:48:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its the end of august, where have these last two weeks gone?i met you sometime last year, around new years i believe.but two weeks ago we met again, as if never friends before.then closer we sat, learning more of each other.before i knew it we were together. these last two weeks i have been tryin to forget,to lose in my mind, for i weep.solomely i cry in my sleep, thinking but of only you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106170413484684420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106170413484684420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106170413484684420' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106162243950377196</id><published>2003-08-23T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T02:07:19.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>torn between the real and imaginaryi am walking soundlesslyunwilling to regressi am stepping closer homeand yet farther away.purposely i walk the tight-ropenever ending it remainssubconciously i am standing waiting to be sold.worrying to no avail.casting off my good will,i retain my sadness and the blamenever seeing difference in frame,mind is wandering farther than i can reach,to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106162243950377196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106162243950377196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106162243950377196' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106152741965865105</id><published>2003-08-21T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T23:43:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>solike i found out i can flex certain muscles i didnt know i personally could-ask me in persona nd i might tell ya-kind of embarrasing...lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106152741965865105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106152741965865105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106152741965865105' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106151973126485395</id><published>2003-08-21T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T21:35:31.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nah! i popped my wrist out of socket..bone stickin out a lil (out of place, not skin) and it hurts...mehhhh today i typed meep to one of my friends and i didnt even realize i did it...lol so i guess meep is just like natural for me now, and julia thinks its cutefrench officers today went to laney and miller calsses and we announced club stuff...all those un enthusiastic faces staring at us like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106151973126485395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106151973126485395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106151973126485395' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106143689070423937</id><published>2003-08-20T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:34:50.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>walkin down the halls i see the man i dream, i hold my head up high and speak, no voice do i release. casting in my mortal wound i hold my pride up to the tomb. fading in the cresent light i linger upon my christened blight. lasting long enough to fall at the feet of my call. anticipation descending into shallow grace, deepening the hole, i will leave with no trace. absent faces blurr my vision </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106143689070423937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106143689070423937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106143689070423937' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106135736981715515</id><published>2003-08-20T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:29:29.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love poetry, you can just write about anything, even if you dont conciously feel that way, just releasing words deos wonders for you mind:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135736981715515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135736981715515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135736981715515' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106135727620434462</id><published>2003-08-20T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:30:08.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.POEM...and it isn't about anyone i know~so no one get ideas:)slightly in your arms, i breathe the air you releave, never lonely it may seem, timeless, endless dream. waiting for my hands to slip away, never ceasing, never betraying, within your arms i am. i would love nothing more than to recieve your love from day to day, a hopless daize. mystery broken in the morning shine, shadowed pupets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135727620434462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135727620434462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135727620434462' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106135592181541585</id><published>2003-08-20T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:30:44.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm poetry: i see you, playin nice today, walkin right away...holding out for something better to come along. i know i can show myself to the world, i know i can be seen by anyone who wants to see me. i hold my hands close behind my back, and listen to the storm rolling in. come close to me, i'll sheild you from the rain. if anything i wanna be you're friend, nothing, no more, i can live within,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135592181541585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135592181541585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135592181541585' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106135469350962041</id><published>2003-08-19T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T23:45:41.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know everything is all good when it turns out in hopefully...loldogma972: but yeah... I dont see that there will be a time when I'll want to get romantically involved with you, I just want to get to know you better as a friend...Golddryke: see and you're fun to be around, so friedn or bf, whatever i dont really care, just enjoy companyGolddryke: see ya toamrrow maybedogma972: yep, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135469350962041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135469350962041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135469350962041' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106135450845181325</id><published>2003-08-19T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T23:41:48.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm so you know like when you have a really good day? yah well today wasnt great, but good~! anyhow  me and ian are friends, to remain that way:) which is totally cool...can care for peeps a great deal adn just want to be friends..meep meep:) yeah so history sucks though cause im reading and tkain notes...lol...yah anyways..school was relatively slow! so yah back to hmk:)nite yall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135450845181325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106135450845181325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135450845181325' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106126437659874654</id><published>2003-08-18T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:39:36.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lieing here all alone, i feel no fear when i know you know. everything becomes so clear, such as glass in the window paine, i see through my thoughts with no pain. happiness creeps along my veins, holding on to tempered hearts, memories flooding me, wanting to reach out and grasp something, to share and to renew. i want to make you in my mind, whispering sentiments so hard to find. lieing here i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106126437659874654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106126437659874654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106126437659874654' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106124506432007732</id><published>2003-08-18T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T17:17:44.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah? SCHOOL?? meep...*whines* Nah it wasnt that bad:) t'was good actually!~saw Raul this morning, gave hugs! we still friends-yay! kevin walked around with me and all this morning-julia has raul's old english book..hahah i have his old teacher too!~Have lunch with cody cobb..haha yah he ate half my lunch-oh well he's cool and kim and V and megan and all the cool peeps from certain classes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106124506432007732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106124506432007732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106124506432007732' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106117960225356315</id><published>2003-08-17T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T23:06:42.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm apparently i am intriguing...mmm...yay:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106117960225356315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106117960225356315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106117960225356315' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106115604091354906</id><published>2003-08-17T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T16:34:00.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so to recap on summer events:~ dad been ill again, or still, cause this crap just never ends...since last summer and then this summer he got kidney stone and its been like a month and it sitll hasnt passed, and whatever he had from last summer staph thingy is still here and he like keeps runnin fevers and such.~mm went up to boston! drove 3days practically straight, andi did most of the driving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106115604091354906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106115604091354906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106115604091354906' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106109575495693839</id><published>2003-08-16T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:49:14.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this in response to me tryin to choose between to peeps:shadowkwarrior: hahaha ur already thinkin bout it politically</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106109575495693839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106109575495693839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106109575495693839' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106109568361381411</id><published>2003-08-16T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:48:03.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmk me dont really know where this came from, i mean i do, but its personal more or less, just sort of a bunch of jumbled thoughts in a poem sort of like manner:)hold me in those arms of strength, i am weak, a lil' lamb to shepard over.keep me wrapped around your finger, i believe i am wondering farther than i should.touch me where only my heart can feel, wanting to know you, that impulse so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106109568361381411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106109568361381411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106109568361381411' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-106109472799998577</id><published>2003-08-16T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:32:07.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so me and raul broke up like several weeks ago...anyways if ya want details just ask me. MeanWhile i havent been able to get to my blog  because for some reason i couldnt sign in!!! anyways thats over with as you can tell i am currently able to sign on! ~Larkin's house~- me and Ian hung out, well flirted a lot*unusually happy kitty face*mmmhmm some may question his straightness, i do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106109472799998577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/106109472799998577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106109472799998577' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-105753889786769527</id><published>2003-07-06T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T19:48:17.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah almost 6months now with Raul...fun ehh? it is it is....meep i just dont know what to do for him any suggestions?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/105753889786769527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/105753889786769527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105753889786769527' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-95886459</id><published>2003-06-21T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T01:24:04.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holding you within my arms i dreamanother day i wish to only bea part of you i never want to leave you are my dear everythingi never want to be seperated from theenever without you nearfor i cant sleep without you dearalone i wish to only be within your arms fast asleepmaking love to you in the nightgathering warmth from your lighti can be happy without youbut so much more joy comes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/95886459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/95886459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95886459' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-95886226</id><published>2003-06-21T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T01:12:03.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another poem by me~In my dreams i see nothing but hollowed out trees,I am walking within the gaurded edges of a mystery.holding my head to see whats beyondand breathing the air so light in this songI long not for the clock to tick time awaybut for the leaves to fall gently and be cast awayI lay awaiting the dawn to lick up my tearsfor i have found a place to give away my fearsIn my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/95886226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/95886226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95886226' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-95851504</id><published>2003-06-19T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T23:33:01.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now i am not sure why i wrote this, maybe subconciously i feel that wa, or perhaps for this reason i think more realistic i wrote it becasue i like to understand how others feel, like i have such a good life that when i get all upset i like to think of people who have it worse off than me and then i know i can go on because my life really is pretty good...i appreciate my life...Slipping away:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/95851504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/95851504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95851504' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-94664583</id><published>2003-05-20T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T21:39:45.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PyRoMaN458: i saw you and you didn't see me! PyRoMaN458: nah nah nah nah nah naaaahGolddryke: lolGolddryke: durirng the movie?PyRoMaN458: yepGolddryke: yeah i did u were like 2 rows in front of me:-)PyRoMaN458: nopePyRoMaN458: i was invisibleGolddryke: lolGolddryke: okPyRoMaN458: i WASN'T thereGolddryke: u are invisiblePyRoMaN458: yes, i know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/94664583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/94664583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94664583' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-94023877</id><published>2003-05-08T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T20:13:27.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In SilenceIn silence we walkno words left to speakin our eyes do tellthose stories so meekIn silence we dream at night in the darkof lovers unseenand songs of the lark.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/94023877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/94023877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94023877' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-93625629</id><published>2003-05-01T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T20:05:42.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yippee!!! I MADE HISTORIAN!!!!yeah so at the french club meeting tonight me adn katie brehm and melissa mcellin made historians, veronica is webmaster, julia is tresoror..(Ke) and susan is secretare. then vp is alexa, tanya, and i think whoever else ran..and then president is numz! yeah go us all girls!!!  Scrapbook time :my ideas for the new 2003-2004 scrapbook are...1. medival france theme</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93625629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93625629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93625629' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-93558472</id><published>2003-04-30T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:38:22.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JohnH778: a parody!JohnH778: Alas, my pocky- forgive me, for I have sworn my love to thee. My sweet I give my dollar, your chocolatey goodness to keep. for you only I shall weep. My taste in Asian snacks from God alone you shall see.Alas, I am your honest lamb, grazing forever on your stickly pretzel figure. I shall follow wherever you lead (save the depths of my intestine), and you shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93558472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93558472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93558472' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-93557608</id><published>2003-04-30T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:20:06.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alas my loverAlas my lover hear me, for i have sworn my love to thee. My sweet i give my heart, your soul to keep. for you only i will weep. my grace from god alone you shall see.Alas i am your honest lamb, grazing forever on you pastures. i will follow wherever you lead, and travel along your side in times of need.for your warnings i will take heed and nurse your cravings of desire and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93557608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93557608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93557608' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-93557239</id><published>2003-04-30T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:12:06.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay i got my new drivers lisence today!!! its looks better than last years lol...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93557239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93557239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93557239' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-93487478</id><published>2003-04-29T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T15:51:46.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well the weekend was fun birthday stuff and all got lots of fun things. larkin made a 1560 on her SAT with a perfect verbal, mrs miller said she wasnt surprised at all because larkin is tres intelligent! yepo! things with friends are great and bf ok and parents well thats just horrible. yeah so here is my day:how horrible it is, friends saying things that you would never expect from them.like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93487478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/93487478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93487478' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-92894482</id><published>2003-04-19T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T12:07:27.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.sinfest.net/comics/sf20030419.gif</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92894482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92894482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92894482' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-92817257</id><published>2003-04-17T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T22:42:27.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sirah sirah, kara selly in picadelli circus...bom bom..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92817257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92817257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92817257' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-92547731</id><published>2003-04-13T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T18:15:44.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only 1 more day until my birthday!...yeah today has really sucked; i have finished my homework and am so bored, parents are being annoying, like i made it specifically clear that i dont want any more chicken or anything that has greese/oil in it, so what is dad fixing for diner, chicken! yuck im so tired of it thats like all we had this weekend, my tummy cant habdle anymore. then my mom got mad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92547731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92547731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92547731' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-92394382</id><published>2003-04-10T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T19:31:48.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i just wrote this..sort of cool:lying in a bed beneath, my killer is watching me. hope escapes and darkness waits, with everything so free.i see the earth move, i feel the stars at night, i believe there's something, there's somthing out tonight!waiting till the dawn approaches, i believe im losing time. i've got an instinct, this battlefield i see the dead are walking into me. Bringing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92394382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92394382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92394382' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-92385686</id><published>2003-04-10T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T16:44:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 4 DAYS!!!CHOIR TRIPtomarrow i am leaving at like 8:00 in the morning to go to Dallas for choir! fun ridding up there next to sarah and marcel and other fun peeps like ashley west:) yepyep lots o' fun. six flags and medeival times....yay....of course it doesnt help that i can't spell. alright well i have to study...bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92385686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92385686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92385686' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-92265530</id><published>2003-04-08T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T16:43:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY IS IN  6 DAYS!!!this is for Raul:it's an unspoken thought, a reassuring glance.a passionate stare in the eyes, something so wonderful it makes to tears to the eyes.to lay in a bed and a bond made so fairnot to the physical, but the mental austere. the hope in rainy nights, with its cold bitter air.it is the warmth in the eve of the winters lair.it is silently clear, never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92265530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/92265530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92265530' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-91195689</id><published>2003-03-22T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T15:55:16.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i was watching the news on the stuff about the War going on right now and i saw this picture of building and people getting blown up and it was just so sad for me because right then and there i realized i have been watching stuff in movies that looks exactly like that. its so sad that i cant even distinguish between real and fake anymore, we watch that stuff in movie and on tv in shows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91195689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91195689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91195689' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-91192624</id><published>2003-03-22T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T14:33:42.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today raul told me he is finishing the last steps to being recognized as a true catholic...makes me sad...well im happy for him but sad for me, i dont know if me and him are going to be able to spend a lot of time together, cause u like have to be perfect, i mean he told me he wants to be on a schedule. like everyday when he gets home he is gonna do his homework and then other stuff if he still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91192624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91192624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91192624' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-91192265</id><published>2003-03-22T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T14:23:31.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks to V i am posting this..its sort of funny more annoying though...http://news.bbc.co.uk/cbbcnews/hi/uk/newsid_2846000/2846153.stm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91192265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91192265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91192265' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-91104085</id><published>2003-03-20T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T22:34:33.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow today was interesting:first school as usual...yay for Mme. Miller:) french quiz put to monday instead of friday:):):) ok and yeah have geog test toamrrow and math test next thursday and chem test monday...blah and tomarrow i ahve quiz in english too:( vocab blahhhhhgames tonight JV did well i wanted to play with them but i cant cause im V..(varsity) V did ok we had 4 to 9 sort of sucks bc</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91104085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/91104085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91104085' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-90947061</id><published>2003-03-18T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T15:30:28.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw ben today he look tres triste (so sad) i guess him and larkin broke up...its all good though i cna imagine they are still good friends. anyways i think larkin and john are gonna hook up bc they seem to be having lots of fun just talking about interesting things that go on in the world.i had a lacrosse game today at 4:30, it got canceled..yay! no fun in the sun today anyways; it's all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/90947061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/90947061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90947061' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-90834031</id><published>2003-03-16T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T21:40:30.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah so i am gonna try out with this song instead of the other one. i get into this one more...its fun...i want peeps to dance in the back for me like swing...so if u want to let me know :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/90834031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/90834031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90834031' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3669411.post-90833758</id><published>2003-03-16T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T21:35:16.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got Rythm:Days can be sunny, with never a sign,Don't need what money can buy,Birds in the trees sing that day full of song,Why shouldn't we sing along?I'm chipper all the day, happy with my lot,How do I get that way, look at what I've got.I got rhythm, I got music,I got my man, who could ask for anything more?I got daisys in green pasturesI got my man, who could ask for anything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/90833758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3669411/posts/default/90833758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldielox.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90833758' title=''/><author><name>mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14377932584258819621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
