<?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-14894734</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:36.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Face Implodes</title><subtitle type='html'>The girl who hates a lot of stuff (but not everything just yet).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115836751553395850</id><published>2006-09-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:45:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is poetry in despair.</title><content type='html'>Got another ear piercing. Cuteness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115836751553395850?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115836751553395850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115836751553395850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115836751553395850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115836751553395850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-is-poetry-in-despair.html' title='There is poetry in despair.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115826582506370664</id><published>2006-09-14T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:30:25.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when September ends...</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in two or three weeks. Thereby this record will never be complete. To catch you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall with Ray.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see The Covenant with Ray, Jeremy, and Colin. The movie was horrid but we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;And since I got all As my first semester in Hi! School, I get my ears pierced again. (Okay, so I got an 89 in Algebra. Whatev.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115826582506370664?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115826582506370664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115826582506370664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115826582506370664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115826582506370664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends_14.html' title='Wake me up when September ends...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115826582482325536</id><published>2006-09-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:30:25.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when September ends...</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in two or three weeks. Thereby this record will never be complete. To catch you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall with Ray.&lt;br /&gt;Went to see The Covenant with Ray, Jeremy, and Colin. The movie was horrid but we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;And since I got all As my first semester in Hi! School, I get my ears pierced again. (Okay, so I got an 89 in Algebra. Whatev.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115826582482325536?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115826582482325536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115826582482325536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115826582482325536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115826582482325536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when September ends...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115762690866721061</id><published>2006-09-07T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T04:01:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not having mucj time to blog lately.</title><content type='html'>Life is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115762690866721061?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115762690866721061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115762690866721061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115762690866721061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115762690866721061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-having-mucj-time-to-blog-lately.html' title='Not having mucj time to blog lately.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115742066772416366</id><published>2006-09-04T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:44:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For what you did to me, and what I'll do to you...</title><content type='html'>Went to the mall with Ray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115742066772416366?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115742066772416366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115742066772416366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115742066772416366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115742066772416366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-what-you-did-to-me-and-what-ill-do.html' title='For what you did to me, and what I&apos;ll do to you...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115716295263619961</id><published>2006-09-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:09:12.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the cracks they lead right to me.</title><content type='html'>Boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened today but a prep rally. Sat with Colin and Ray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115716295263619961?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115716295263619961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115716295263619961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115716295263619961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115716295263619961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-cracks-they-lead-right-to-me.html' title='All the cracks they lead right to me.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115707901645401220</id><published>2006-08-31T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:50:16.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurve and Piece and Harm on Thee.</title><content type='html'>Visited the Ninachurch. Fun, but their youth leaders announced they were leaving. Rather awkward, everyone was sobbing but me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama isecreem social today. Lovely entertainment, those peeps be talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115707901645401220?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115707901645401220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115707901645401220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115707901645401220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115707901645401220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/lurve-and-piece-and-harm-on-thee.html' title='Lurve and Piece and Harm on Thee.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115690230202755110</id><published>2006-08-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:45:02.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point on not conforming if it changes you?</title><content type='html'>Today was blaaaagh. Got an 84 on that cum test if it interests you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My history presentation went well. SOme kid brought in gyros and I was a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Nina's church tomorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIll this week hurry up and be over?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115690230202755110?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115690230202755110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115690230202755110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115690230202755110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115690230202755110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-point-on-not-conforming-if-it.html' title='What&apos;s the point on not conforming if it changes you?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115681768987720722</id><published>2006-08-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:14:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is poetry in despair.</title><content type='html'>I have managed to gather male attention! My stalker has a crush on me, from what his friend told me. I don't want to say no but...I don't want to say yes either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make the Drama thing. But Trent did so I'm happy. There's another audition on Wedesday but I do not plan on trying out. Going to Nina's church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Algebra cumulative test is tomorry. Cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a history project. Yaay for late-night projects!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115681768987720722?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115681768987720722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115681768987720722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115681768987720722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115681768987720722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-is-poetry-in-despair.html' title='There is poetry in despair.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115673030406771092</id><published>2006-08-27T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:58:24.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What follows me has the whitest lace about it.</title><content type='html'>This was a rough weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choir carwash was canceled, but I got and finished New Moon. So depressingly sad but I want the next one. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my usual girls bible study and took Nina with me. She came to youth too, but Ray and Claddagh didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina is my sister whom I actually like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115673030406771092?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115673030406771092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115673030406771092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115673030406771092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115673030406771092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-follows-me-has-whitest-lace-about.html' title='What follows me has the whitest lace about it.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115655288353311304</id><published>2006-08-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:41:23.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I...feel...BEAUTIFUL!</title><content type='html'>It's raining outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Claddagh came to school. Yaay her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an 85 on my math test. Dad's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned for Drama's large group musical.I can't sing, I can't dance, and I don't know karate. Face it, I'm never gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent will though. The only reason I tried out was to be his moral support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sings like an angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115655288353311304?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115655288353311304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115655288353311304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115655288353311304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115655288353311304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/ifeelbeautiful.html' title='I...feel...BEAUTIFUL!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115647251223668753</id><published>2006-08-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:21:52.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I murder when I forget you from afar?</title><content type='html'>Today was another rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first period I reviewed for my test tomorrow. I don't feel ready but whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second...choir. Fun fun, but I still have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ate lunch and it was beautiful. Today was just me, Ray, and Trent. It was raining, but in the way it does with a clear sky and just barely raindrips falling. Ray and I danced. We got wet but it was worth it. Then Trent joined us and we all carried each other. Ray dropped me and we fell to the ground. It didn't hurt though and we were laughing all the way down. The bell rang during our in sync/out of tune rendition of Headfirst for Haloes. Ohh it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight, it seems like ages ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad got mad at me though, since the office couldn't find me during the lunch and we were half an hour late for my dentist appointment. Dad was really mad. But I would do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was okay. I still hate English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on my Drama musical tryouts! I have to dance and my song sample is a bit of Anthony by Nickel Creek. Exactly 59 seconds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115647251223668753?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115647251223668753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115647251223668753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115647251223668753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115647251223668753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-i-murder-when-i-forget-you-from.html' title='Do I murder when I forget you from afar?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115637982918681359</id><published>2006-08-23T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:37:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the patron saint of your denial...</title><content type='html'>Nothing is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Freshmeat Prep Rally, twas oaky. I don't 'do' school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115637982918681359?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115637982918681359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115637982918681359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115637982918681359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115637982918681359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-patron-saint-of-your-denial.html' title='I&apos;m the patron saint of your denial...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115620587681098291</id><published>2006-08-21T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:17:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned hearts will never change...</title><content type='html'>Life is so slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to kill my sister for practicing her clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Daniel on MSN this morning! Yay! I love Daniel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115620587681098291?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115620587681098291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115620587681098291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115620587681098291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115620587681098291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/poisoned-hearts-will-never-change.html' title='Poisoned hearts will never change...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115604063211461550</id><published>2006-08-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:23:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, who will follow? Who is the lead? I know we'll leave a stain, because we bleed as we dance.</title><content type='html'>Went to the cinema with my friends Ray, Claddagh, Trent, and Kyndal. The film in question was Ricky Bobby: Talledega Nights. Not my favorite thing. The movie was perfect for my current residence in Redneckland, but that kind of crude humor does not appeal to me. And all the makeout scenes...bleggh. Poor Kyndal, she brought her little sister. Poor Ray, she brought her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate Taco Bell for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my day was spent working at my Mom's classroom. I really need the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115604063211461550?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115604063211461550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115604063211461550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115604063211461550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115604063211461550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-who-will-follow-who-is-lead-i-know.html' title='So, who will follow? Who is the lead? I know we&apos;ll leave a stain, because we bleed as we dance.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115581152723306336</id><published>2006-08-17T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T03:45:27.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like scarecrows that fuel this flame, we're burning forever and ever.</title><content type='html'>This week is soo slow. I did have a math test, made an 80!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now for my last Dancing WIth The Stars update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENJI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won and I''m sooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ben really deserved it. He was pretty and he had a personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115581152723306336?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115581152723306336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115581152723306336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115581152723306336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115581152723306336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/like-scarecrows-that-fuel-this-flame.html' title='Like scarecrows that fuel this flame, we&apos;re burning forever and ever.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115568990325703705</id><published>2006-08-15T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:58:23.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone was dancing. Nothing could hurt us then.</title><content type='html'>Life is going by at a SLUGPACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got fillings on Monday, oww. School ice cream mentoring thing. My mentor is my cousin and she spent the whole time talking to her neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...nothing. Bleeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115568990325703705?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115568990325703705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115568990325703705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115568990325703705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115568990325703705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/everyone-was-dancing-nothing-could.html' title='Everyone was dancing. Nothing could hurt us then.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115552029411610929</id><published>2006-08-13T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:51:34.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask me why... I &lt;3 AFI.</title><content type='html'>I totally have a lot of updating to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Grandma's birthday, so I went with her to the mall. I got a Precious Miseries doll for my sister, but I decided it was cute and kept it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sis's dance performance, boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was church with Ray and youth with Ray and Claddagh. Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115552029411610929?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115552029411610929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115552029411610929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115552029411610929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115552029411610929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-ask-me-why-i-3-afi.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me why... I &lt;3 AFI.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115538805703500172</id><published>2006-08-12T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T06:07:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw a star beneath the stairs...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was weird...&lt;br /&gt;I got to school an lent my Define The Great Line CD to Ray (formerly Rachel, but she's Ray now). She still has my copy of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out to the bus. We were allegedly getting a larger bus, but we didn't. Schniffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a photo show with Scarecrow, Curly, and Tuna. We met Piggy there. The food was delicious, the live entertainment not so much. It was cool though, cause Scarecrow won second place in the Youth division and Curly got first in the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I wore a skirt, shirt, and Frankenstein hat from my sister's Halloween costume a year ago,  my shadow looked like a Southern belle. Go figure. Anyways, we photographed it. I looked pretty because you couldn't see my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115538805703500172?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115538805703500172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115538805703500172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115538805703500172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115538805703500172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-saw-star-beneath-stairs.html' title='I saw a star beneath the stairs...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115526213174549354</id><published>2006-08-10T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:08:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisoned hearts cannot change.</title><content type='html'>Today was normal. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on major shopping. Sib rented a clarinet, I got some guitar picks. Oh yeah, and TWO ROCKING MOVIE POSTERS! An Edward Scissorshands and a Phantom of the Opera. I love movie art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally saw Missa today! Yaay I love her and she's so sweet and I miss her since she didn't go to my high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on my bus there was this sweet little guy. He lives on my block and he stutters and he has a hyper friend who kept saying "Talk to her more! Talk to her more!" Is something up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm as pretty as that old light-up reindeer lawn ornament out by our curb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115526213174549354?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115526213174549354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115526213174549354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115526213174549354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115526213174549354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/poisoned-hearts-cannot-change.html' title='Poisoned hearts cannot change.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115517231535493369</id><published>2006-08-09T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:11:58.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And what's the worst you take, from every heart you break...</title><content type='html'>Today was an emotional rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to FCS, which was a up&lt;br /&gt;and at lunch I find that Kyndal has disclosed a piece of information best undisclosed to its subject, which was a downer&lt;br /&gt;then I went to Drama Club after school, which was up&lt;br /&gt;and answered a question totally wrong, which plummetted down&lt;br /&gt;and met the choir president who dresses fabulously (buckle boots!), up I go&lt;br /&gt;and come home, read my email and find that I made a 100 on the math test, big up&lt;br /&gt;but I misread it and made a 90, a little down,&lt;br /&gt;but Dad gave me 20 dollars to buy songs with, a HUGE up,&lt;br /&gt;and then it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115517231535493369?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115517231535493369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115517231535493369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115517231535493369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115517231535493369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-whats-worst-you-take-from-every.html' title='And what&apos;s the worst you take, from every heart you break...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115508863952034074</id><published>2006-08-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:57:19.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Panic!</title><content type='html'>THREE TESTS TOMORROW! One in math, one in English, and one in history. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says I totally get Sing The Sorrow if I ace this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was practicing guitar (and really doing good, I can almost play Boulevard Of Broken Dreams if I do it really slowly) and my sibling decides to go to bed. As my door is closed, I do not know this. Then Mom comes and yells at me for not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna asked me if my nails were fake. They're real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115508863952034074?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115508863952034074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115508863952034074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115508863952034074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115508863952034074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/manic-panic_08.html' title='Manic Panic!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115499904137312955</id><published>2006-08-07T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:04:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaagh!</title><content type='html'>MONDAY! AAAHG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was dull. Got a locker with Claddagh though, which is all good. Chorus was fantabulous. I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode home with Colin :) I don't think he likes me very much, but I don't care! Really, I'm just a little freshman taggling along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115499904137312955?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115499904137312955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115499904137312955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115499904137312955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115499904137312955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/blaagh.html' title='Blaagh!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115491696610600860</id><published>2006-08-06T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:16:06.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*cry*</title><content type='html'>Kayce, I know you don't read this, but I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church and saw Rachel (Claddagh slept in :P) We had ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Youth we went to the sports complex. It was me, Rachel, Claddagh, Nina, and Nina's little sister. Good times throwing ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. Now for seven more days in the underworld of green and orange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115491696610600860?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115491696610600860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115491696610600860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115491696610600860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115491696610600860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/cry.html' title='*cry*'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115483265816826030</id><published>2006-08-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:50:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I looked unto you but found my empty home.</title><content type='html'>I live for weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Claddagh, Crystal, and I went to the cinema to see that Ricky Bobby: Talledega Nights movie. My city being Redneck Capital Of The World, it became sold-out before my friends got their tickets, therefore we went to the mall instead. I got some wicked cool dangle heart earrings and Rachel made me try on pants in Charlotte Russe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go to church and see my Ray and Claddagh! Yaay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115483265816826030?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115483265816826030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115483265816826030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115483265816826030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115483265816826030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-looked-unto-you-but-found-my-empty_05.html' title='I looked unto you but found my empty home.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115474672523584441</id><published>2006-08-04T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:58:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll lay me down...</title><content type='html'>I lived through my first three days. Bleegh, weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina, love, I miss you. Can we get together soon? Tomorrow? I MISS YOU AND YOUR BLONDENESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115474672523584441?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115474672523584441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115474672523584441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115474672523584441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115474672523584441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/ill-lay-me-down.html' title='I&apos;ll lay me down...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115457164931509165</id><published>2006-08-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:20:49.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I still hate it.</title><content type='html'>Ate at Outback with my grandma, and got myself some adorable shoes. They're pink and black, with hearts outlined in lace and skulls on them. I call  them Skullentines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115457164931509165?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115457164931509165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115457164931509165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115457164931509165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115457164931509165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-still-hate-it.html' title='I still hate it.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115455324590851285</id><published>2006-08-02T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:14:05.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate high school</title><content type='html'>Just got back from my first day. An overview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a half hour waiting in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Got yelled at in Homeroom for wearing gloves, and apparently my studded belt is also not uniform. I don't care, I'm still wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was Algebra 1, which I have with Salmon, Curly, and Rachel. I have homework in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was chorus. I know nobody but I really like the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch came next. I ate with Crystal, Rachel, Claddagh, Kyndal, and Trent. Enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period was World History. Teacher was great but I know nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was brotten. Nobody I know and I dislike the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfuully Colin rides my bus so I got to wait for it with him. Even if the bus was late. And it was really hot. I met his crazy senior friend too, which was all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115455324590851285?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115455324590851285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115455324590851285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115455324590851285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115455324590851285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-high-school.html' title='I hate high school'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115439921356208180</id><published>2006-07-31T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:26:53.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Hate. High. School.</title><content type='html'>Went to Destin today with Tinkerbell and Claddagh. Rambled most of the time, but got fairy earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school orientation was rotten. I have Algebra first with Salmon and English last with Rachel. I'm gonna cry. Even better, I'm gonna die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115439921356208180?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115439921356208180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115439921356208180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115439921356208180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115439921356208180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-high-school.html' title='I. Hate. High. School.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115431079662209538</id><published>2006-07-30T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:53:16.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a song line...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been blogging. Nothing interesting is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a new Rachel tonight (but I'll call her Claddagh since she is the only other person I've ever met with a ring like mine). We talked about random stuff. Like piercings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115431079662209538?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115431079662209538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115431079662209538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115431079662209538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115431079662209538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-think-of-song-line.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a song line...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115413980343900834</id><published>2006-07-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:23:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm always around you to show that I care...but I don't know what for.</title><content type='html'>Today was bleeeh. Spent most of it setting up Mom's classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going shopping with teachers again. At least not Mrs. Casey. She's so whiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nothing juicy happened today, here's a list of my ragdolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally:An old Nightmare Before Christmas doll, my first one.&lt;br /&gt;Megan: An Irish dancer doll I picked up on vacation at Blarney.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy: A white and purple doll I sewed.&lt;br /&gt;Nana: A doll I nabbed from my mom's teacher desk, since she was going to be thrown away. She repaid the favor by finding my Music=Life button. Her hair is grey and her shirt says "I'm not that old yet!" or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115413980343900834?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115413980343900834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115413980343900834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115413980343900834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115413980343900834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-always-around-you-to-show-that-i.html' title='I&apos;m always around you to show that I care...but I don&apos;t know what for.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115405461078827870</id><published>2006-07-27T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:43:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frills and dolls!</title><content type='html'>Why all the sudden dolls and frills? I'm having a girly streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week until I start Hi!School. I don't wanna! I'm scared! The seniors will eat me! WE HAVE  TO WEAR UGLY ORANGE AND GREEN UNIFORMS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115405461078827870?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115405461078827870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115405461078827870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115405461078827870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115405461078827870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/frills-and-dolls.html' title='Frills and dolls!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115388500645514527</id><published>2006-07-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:36:46.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of Ninaness!</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the mall with my friends. Didn't buy anything, but I still had craaazy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina and I went to Youth and ate lasagna. We had late-night worship with a band called First Priority who are AWESOME. Nina and I decided we need a band called To Be Announced. That's the real name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115388500645514527?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115388500645514527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115388500645514527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115388500645514527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115388500645514527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-of-ninaness.html' title='The last day of Ninaness!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115383398775858821</id><published>2006-07-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:26:27.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oww my TEETH!</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday I went to the beach with the Youth Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterda they all went to paint a house, but since nobody I knew was going besides my sister I stayed home. After that I went to help my mom set up her classroom. Then I went to the orthodontist and my teeth hurt now. Then I had guitar and started work on American Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was youth, and Christina came with me. We ate pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired. I couldn't sleep last night because MY TEETH HURT REAL BAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115383398775858821?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115383398775858821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115383398775858821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115383398775858821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115383398775858821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/oww-my-teeth.html' title='Oww my TEETH!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115362179758608084</id><published>2006-07-22T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:30:01.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be a ghost, I'll be your dreams. You'll float through me, and I'll disappear.</title><content type='html'>Today must be Fit day because my dad had a fit at me because I don't believe in the good ol' American value of Stuff-Your-Face-Three-Times-A-Day-Even-When-You're-Not-Hungry-And-Swell-Up-Hugely.  Other fits include: my sister when asked to lend some of her books she never reads to Mom's new classroom, myself at being chained to the house all day and not being able to see anybody I'm friends with, and Dad at Mom for being dragged into helping her work all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115362179758608084?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115362179758608084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115362179758608084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115362179758608084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115362179758608084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/youll-be-ghost-ill-be-your-dreams.html' title='You&apos;ll be a ghost, I&apos;ll be your dreams. You&apos;ll float through me, and I&apos;ll disappear.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115353394157210796</id><published>2006-07-21T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:05:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full throttle now, the Milky Way can't wait.</title><content type='html'>Did I mention I got now glasses yesterday? They're black and plastic and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was typical, but I did get some new ties and a belt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115353394157210796?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115353394157210796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115353394157210796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115353394157210796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115353394157210796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/full-throttle-now-milky-way-cant-wait.html' title='Full throttle now, the Milky Way can&apos;t wait.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115344314550917674</id><published>2006-07-20T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:52:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post! Kelloggs! General Mills! It's a cereal war.</title><content type='html'>Today was uneventful. Went to the dentist, had gyros for dinner (YUMMY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina's going to Youth Week with me! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115344314550917674?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115344314550917674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115344314550917674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115344314550917674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115344314550917674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-kelloggs-general-mills-its-cereal.html' title='Post! Kelloggs! General Mills! It&apos;s a cereal war.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115336293596168032</id><published>2006-07-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:35:36.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream to Make Believe</title><content type='html'>Saw a new dentist, he was really cool. He had televisions, so I watched Home &amp; Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I have done many things to aid my mother in setting up her classroom, she permitted me to purchase 2 CDs. I got Dream to Make Believe by Armor For Sleep. I was going to get Sing The Sorrow by AFI, but they didn't have it so I got Answer That and Stay Fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Armor For Sleep one is really good, but will never take the special place that What To Do When You Are Dead currently has in my heart.  Answer That and Stay Fashionable is cool, but I prefer new AFI to old AFI. It's like apples and bananas...they're good in different ways, but I prefer bananas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115336293596168032?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115336293596168032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115336293596168032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115336293596168032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115336293596168032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-to-make-believe.html' title='Dream to Make Believe'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115327961245636861</id><published>2006-07-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:26:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep quiet...nothing comes as easy as you.</title><content type='html'>Did very little today (but bought jeans to go with new school uniform). Thereby, a bit of a fun about-me thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been on this little 'what do I really believe' kick. Now for some lists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;1.The whole Bible shebang.&lt;br /&gt;2.Chocolate and peanut butter are soulmates.&lt;br /&gt;3.People are not meant to be vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do not believe in.&lt;br /&gt;1.Myspace, Xanga, or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;2.Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;3.Optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish I could believe in.&lt;br /&gt;1.Myself.&lt;br /&gt;2.Other people actually like me and are not just keeping me around because they pity me.&lt;br /&gt;3.That I will ever see my grandpa who ran away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish I didn't believe in.&lt;br /&gt;1.Humankind's inability to create anything perfect.&lt;br /&gt;2.That someone is out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;3.Myself being fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are trivial, but hey. It's my thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115327961245636861?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115327961245636861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115327961245636861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115327961245636861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115327961245636861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/keep-quietnothing-comes-as-easy-as-you.html' title='Keep quiet...nothing comes as easy as you.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115318438158912214</id><published>2006-07-17T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:59:41.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...we're coming home again!</title><content type='html'>Back from my vacation as of last night. It was lots of fun, but I'm sure glad to be home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115318438158912214?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115318438158912214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115318438158912214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115318438158912214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115318438158912214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/homewere-coming-home-again.html' title='Home...we&apos;re coming home again!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115281702520327045</id><published>2006-07-13T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:57:05.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a rehash!</title><content type='html'>I just noticed...I missed my first whole year of blogging! Actually it was my previous post and I didn't realize it. Thereby... an update to my first post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is my glorious blog. All bow to it's power. I made it. It's about me. You want to know about me, so you read it. Anyways, I'm known byNish or LaceAndConverse. I'm a member at foremostly Albia2000, then Sims2Community, then MCRmy. My main hobbies are guitar, writing, and Irish dance. I can do a jig. My favorite gum is that Dentyne Mixed Tango kind, and I eat raspberry Altoids like popcorn. Woot. I used to be loved, but not anymore. Some of my favorite songs are "I'm Not Okay" by My Chemical Romance, "Love Like Winter" by AFI, and "Kind Of Perfect" by Armor For Sleep. I don't believe in MySpace or Xanga or anything like that. I am a mod at Albia2000, which fulfilled my dream of a year ago. I love life sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By way of vacation...let us say that I am princess of a land called Feelinglikecrud. My castle is called Hotelroom, and I am trapped there by a fierce fire-breathing dragon called Stomachpain. One day, my brave knight will rescue me. His name is Medication! But I bought some cool buttons. An Evanescence one, a Fall Out Boy one, two MCR ones, a Pretty Pretty Princess one with a girl in a black dress, one that says 'You won't like my music', and one that says 'I'm so happy I could die', which is how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to Daniel and Ben and Nina and anyone else who bothers to read this over the course of next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all cost me 2 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pounds thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;£&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel loved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115281702520327045?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115281702520327045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115281702520327045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115281702520327045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115281702520327045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-for-rehash.html' title='Time for a rehash!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115225743595674919</id><published>2006-07-07T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:30:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nasshty english breakfast!</title><content type='html'>You guys are worth so much to me, I dropped by in the hotel. You're costing me an EURO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good over here...yeah. Dad's ill and breakfast is gross. And my sister broke my lawn gnome and Dad's camera. So she's persona non grata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a cute pinstripe with scissors jacket. And a laceup shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115225743595674919?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115225743595674919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115225743595674919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115225743595674919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115225743595674919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/07/nasshty-english-breakfast.html' title='The nasshty english breakfast!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115172072602227140</id><published>2006-06-30T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:25:29.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me, you may drop me tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>OMGWTFTTYLBBQROFLMAOGIBBERISHOMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave tomorrow! Sorry no blogs for 2 weeks! Unless I find an internet cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE I LEAVE TOMORROW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115172072602227140?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115172072602227140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115172072602227140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115172072602227140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115172072602227140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hold-me-you-may-drop-me-tomorrow.html' title='Hold me, you may drop me tomorrow.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115163336711601800</id><published>2006-06-29T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:09:27.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben! BEEEN!</title><content type='html'>Watched Dancing With The Stars again. Sorry if I sound obsessive, but it's all I can do in the land of Home and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY CUT BEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare they? Ben was positively adorable and so the best dancer of the elimination group. And funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought the new Underoath CD. Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115163336711601800?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115163336711601800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115163336711601800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115163336711601800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115163336711601800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/ben-beeen.html' title='Ben! BEEEN!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115154688383662478</id><published>2006-06-28T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:08:03.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I can't dance.</title><content type='html'>Watched "So You Think You Can Dance". I hope Benji and Travis make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved guys in eye makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, today was boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115154688383662478?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115154688383662478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115154688383662478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115154688383662478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115154688383662478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-i-cant-dance.html' title='I know I can&apos;t dance.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115145815877848850</id><published>2006-06-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:29:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warn your warmth to turn away...</title><content type='html'>Today was bleaagh. Had to get up at 7 (!!) and go to IHOP. Then we took the dog to the vet and later me to the eye specialist. I picked out some pretty new black frames and the saleswoman lent me some fantasy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting really upset because I earned ten dollars photographing the downstairs. And now Itunes won't let me aquire the new Underoath CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115145815877848850?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115145815877848850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115145815877848850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115145815877848850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115145815877848850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/warn-your-warmth-to-turn-away.html' title='Warn your warmth to turn away...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115137476218019281</id><published>2006-06-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:19:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you believe in me how can I be dissolving?</title><content type='html'>Two words describe today: Boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to guitar, started learning Big House and Get Down by Audio Adrenaline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115137476218019281?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115137476218019281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115137476218019281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115137476218019281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115137476218019281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-believe-in-me-how-can-i-be.html' title='If you believe in me how can I be dissolving?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115128640119437519</id><published>2006-06-25T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:46:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six days...I can't wait.</title><content type='html'>Today was blaaah. Ate at Grandma's though, was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister joined the youth group today. They already think she's the best thing since sliced bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115128640119437519?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115128640119437519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115128640119437519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115128640119437519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115128640119437519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/six-daysi-cant-wait.html' title='Six days...I can&apos;t wait.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115119893922564527</id><published>2006-06-24T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T18:28:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's going to the party to have a real good time.</title><content type='html'>Went to Buzzbee's birthday pool party. It was...&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;br /&gt;Markle&lt;br /&gt;Puppy&lt;br /&gt;Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Buzzbee&lt;br /&gt;and one guy I didn't know who kept tipping my pool raft. It rained a lot but we went out after. Hung with Nina most the time, and sometimes Muchly (even though I'm just a friend now, I still get foot-tickling privleges!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115119893922564527?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115119893922564527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115119893922564527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115119893922564527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115119893922564527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/everyones-going-to-party-to-have-real.html' title='Everyone&apos;s going to the party to have a real good time.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115110645245887996</id><published>2006-06-23T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:47:32.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But this time we'll show them, we'll show them all how much we mean.</title><content type='html'>I leave for London a week from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Outback with my grandmother and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep a diary which I'll post up here later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115110645245887996?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115110645245887996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115110645245887996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115110645245887996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115110645245887996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-this-time-well-show-them-well-show.html' title='But this time we&apos;ll show them, we&apos;ll show them all how much we mean.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115102741676492627</id><published>2006-06-22T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:50:16.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars.</title><content type='html'>Dad came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Hi! School to take a Career Aptitude Test. Some of the following were my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist (I can't cut a straight line)&lt;br /&gt;Flight Attendant (I'm not a Barbie doll)&lt;br /&gt;Model (still not a Barbie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't put much stock in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115102741676492627?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115102741676492627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115102741676492627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115102741676492627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115102741676492627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hold-me-and-tell-me-well-burn-like.html' title='Hold me and tell me we&apos;ll burn like stars.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115077200614505190</id><published>2006-06-19T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:53:26.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart, just promise one thing...</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9:45 and chilled in my PJs until 4:30. Then I dressed and went to guitar. Spent the rest of the day at the hospital with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I made green apple Jello! It was pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115077200614505190?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115077200614505190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115077200614505190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115077200614505190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115077200614505190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-what-i-brought-you-this-you.html' title='This is what I brought you, this you can keep. This is what I brought, you may forget me. I promised you my heart, just promise one thing...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115065755024335345</id><published>2006-06-18T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:06:35.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous eyes shine suicide.</title><content type='html'>Spent Father's Day in the hospital with my dad. Sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, today has been le boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself Decemberunderground yesterday. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115065755024335345?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115065755024335345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115065755024335345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115065755024335345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115065755024335345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/gorgeous-eyes-shine-suicide.html' title='Gorgeous eyes shine suicide.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115049130537617159</id><published>2006-06-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:55:05.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And she knows how to believe in futures.</title><content type='html'>Went to the mall with Rachel and Crystal today. Got a pretty purple-and-black jacket, a Flyleaf CD, and a present for Laura. Laura might read this, so I'm not telling. I had fun though, so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is in the hospital though. I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115049130537617159?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115049130537617159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115049130537617159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115049130537617159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115049130537617159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-she-knows-how-to-believe-in.html' title='And she knows how to believe in futures.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115042467692550864</id><published>2006-06-15T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:24:36.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll watch it burn together, on respective sides.</title><content type='html'>I have never felt worse and still been on my feet these past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems nobody else loves me in that special way. And I'm not interested in anyone, as the Christian emo straight boys are in short (none) supply. And if there was one, I would let Crystal or Rachel have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I remember how he treated Daniel or Kayce or any of my other darker friends, I remember why we split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get rid of things he gave me or memories I have. They're all that remains of when I used to be happy. I clutch the shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will still be called Muchly. Because I don't have the heart to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115042467692550864?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115042467692550864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115042467692550864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115042467692550864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115042467692550864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-watch-it-burn-together-on.html' title='We&apos;ll watch it burn together, on respective sides.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115025058365694469</id><published>2006-06-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:03:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling too good.</title><content type='html'>I am single now.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be free&lt;br /&gt;but I just feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;I want a reunion&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how you&lt;br /&gt;would take it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you would.&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to you&lt;br /&gt;you seemed nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;Like you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115025058365694469?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115025058365694469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115025058365694469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115025058365694469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115025058365694469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-feeling-too-good.html' title='Not feeling too good.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115016483146674973</id><published>2006-06-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:13:51.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'd love to die...</title><content type='html'>Today was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built up my mall trip with Crystal and Rachel all weekend. Well, you know what they say: the bigger they are the harder they fall. Crystal got pukey sick and  I forgot to call Rachel so I was alone. Man I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation Bible School was also horrid. I lead a troupe of 5 year olds and my assistant is someone I detest. I was going to be with Alyssa dearest, but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115016483146674973?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115016483146674973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115016483146674973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115016483146674973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115016483146674973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-id-love-to-die.html' title='I think I&apos;d love to die...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115008395731628637</id><published>2006-06-11T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:45:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All heads bowed in silent prayer.</title><content type='html'>I used to hate Flyleaf...until I heard the song called 'Cassie'. Do you believe in God? I'd say yes...so pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer say I've never seen a movie rated R. Stayed up late for Casanova, enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115008395731628637?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115008395731628637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115008395731628637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115008395731628637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115008395731628637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-heads-bowed-in-silent-prayer_11.html' title='All heads bowed in silent prayer.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-115008395681947082</id><published>2006-06-11T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:45:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All heads bowed in silent prayer.</title><content type='html'>I used to hate Flyleaf...until I heard the song called 'Cassie'. Do you believe in God? I'd say yes...so pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer say I've never seen a movie rated R. Stayed up late for Casanova, enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-115008395681947082?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/115008395681947082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=115008395681947082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115008395681947082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/115008395681947082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-heads-bowed-in-silent-prayer_11.html' title='All heads bowed in silent prayer.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114973100508971298</id><published>2006-06-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:43:25.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I would drive on to the end with you.</title><content type='html'>Days pass by meaninglessly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114973100508971298?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114973100508971298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114973100508971298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114973100508971298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114973100508971298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-i-would-drive-on-to-end-with-you.html' title='And I would drive on to the end with you.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114946800991601396</id><published>2006-06-04T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:40:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my life, be lifted high...</title><content type='html'>Today I got back from Camp Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: 7 AND 1/2 HOUR DRIVE WITH ANNOYING PEOPLE! But we did stop at the mall and I went to Hot Topic and bought two buttons and some arm socks at Claire's. That night I met Zach and Mason from Montgomery. They introduced me to Meghan and Hadley and Daniel and Kirsten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Went canoeing with Zach and Mason, not including the daily schedule of small group and worship and etc. Salmon and Muchly get mad at me for having other friends and remain this way the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Went on a service project with Daniel and Kirsten and Hannah. We scraped paint off an old house and power washed it. Then we went to TCBY and got isecreem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:Daniel and Kirsten make me go on the zipline. I scream the whole way down and we go to the pool. At the pool we play Steal the Beach Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: I say goodbye sadly. Then another 7 AND 1/2 HOUR DRIVE WITH CRAZY ANNOYING PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not include the daily schedule/people problems/much of anything. Tomorrow I go to New High School so I can take a 2 week class. I really want to see Rachel and Crystal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are reading this, I love you all! Keep it up with those pigeon noises Meghan! Stay cool Daniel! I'll see you all next year! Hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114946800991601396?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114946800991601396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114946800991601396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114946800991601396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114946800991601396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-my-life-be-lifted-high.html' title='In my life, be lifted high...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114886658716578737</id><published>2006-05-28T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:36:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeh.</title><content type='html'>Went to church. Ate lunch at Grandma's. Went to youth. Today was blaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114886658716578737?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114886658716578737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114886658716578737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114886658716578737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114886658716578737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleeh.html' title='Bleeh.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114878473813813788</id><published>2006-05-27T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:52:18.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But would you kill me in my sleep?</title><content type='html'>Today was blaaah. Babysat the same little girl (henceforth called Cinder). We watched Dora.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114878473813813788?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114878473813813788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114878473813813788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114878473813813788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114878473813813788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/but-would-you-kill-me-in-my-sleep.html' title='But would you kill me in my sleep?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114869817942498179</id><published>2006-05-26T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:49:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHWOARRR! PHWOARR!</title><content type='html'>Today was boring...Salmon's suprise party was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Tuna, Shelleybee, Scarecrow, Curly, and Muchly (of course) to go with me to a concert. In the paper it said Christian Rock. In person it was Christian Heavy-Death-Metal-Screamo types. We left before the first song because Tuna and I were the only ones who liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereby we went to the beach and Sonic. I am soootired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114869817942498179?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114869817942498179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114869817942498179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114869817942498179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114869817942498179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/phwoarrr-phwoarr.html' title='PHWOARRR! PHWOARR!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114860992556693541</id><published>2006-05-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:18:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Harmless...</title><content type='html'>Visited the mall today. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and watched a show called "So You Think You Can Dance". It was pretty good. My favorite contestants were the recovering alcoholic and the guy with the semi-mohawk. They were cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114860992556693541?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114860992556693541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114860992556693541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114860992556693541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114860992556693541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/mostly-harmless.html' title='Mostly Harmless...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114852126988704955</id><published>2006-05-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:41:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would someone "wake up, wake up on a Saturday night..." Did they sleep all day?</title><content type='html'>I have a strong urge to listen to Hilary Duff. I don't know why, because they're my sister's CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked for an hour on the phone with Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchly took me mini-golfing to this touristy place called Coconut Cove. We golfed the second course, did the maze, and golfed the first course. He royally beat me on the golfing and we did the human maze together. Then we ate at Subway. His brother drives crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114852126988704955?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114852126988704955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114852126988704955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114852126988704955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114852126988704955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-would-someone-wake-up-wake-up-on.html' title='Why would someone &quot;wake up, wake up on a Saturday night...&quot; Did they sleep all day?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114843639510047124</id><published>2006-05-23T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:06:35.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It gives the weak flight, it gives the blind sight...</title><content type='html'>Shopped all day. Got loads of black skirts. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchly and I were gonna minigolf, and I was going to Nina's. Both got canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a orthodontics appointment and dance photos. I get braces in a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were these adorable pajamas I bought that have pink and green lawn gnomes and say 'hanging with my gnomies". So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114843639510047124?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114843639510047124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114843639510047124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114843639510047124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114843639510047124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-gives-weak-flight-it-gives-blind.html' title='It gives the weak flight, it gives the blind sight...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114835112583039258</id><published>2006-05-22T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:25:25.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You look so good in blue, you look so good in blue...</title><content type='html'>Today was blah. Muchly invited me mini-golfing, but I had guitar. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114835112583039258?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114835112583039258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114835112583039258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114835112583039258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114835112583039258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-look-so-good-in-blue-you-look-so.html' title='You look so good in blue, you look so good in blue...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114826348752709262</id><published>2006-05-21T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:04:47.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek the REAL truth.</title><content type='html'>Went to church just like any good girl. The sermon was about the Da Vinci Code. Therefore, family and I went to watch it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the movie National Treasure. The connections are there, but there's nothing connecting it. And the self-flagellation was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Youth, two of my friends disliked my hair. Muchly and Salmon. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114826348752709262?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114826348752709262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114826348752709262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114826348752709262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114826348752709262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/seek-real-truth.html' title='Seek the REAL truth.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114817850470223929</id><published>2006-05-20T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:28:24.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So wear me like a locket around your throat. I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke.</title><content type='html'>I was alone all day again. Watched Memoirs of a Geisha. It was sad and a little...well...how do you put this? Yeah, explicit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrow was gonna see my hair. Guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114817850470223929?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114817850470223929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114817850470223929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114817850470223929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114817850470223929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-wear-me-like-locket-around-your.html' title='So wear me like a locket around your throat. I&apos;ll weigh you down, I&apos;ll watch you choke.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114808927501969641</id><published>2006-05-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:49:52.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't you people ever heard of closing the bleep-bleep door?</title><content type='html'>I lopped most of my hair off with sewing scissors in a freakishly Mulan scene. Now it touches the middle of my ears. Parents are NOT happy, me being unable to go to Camp Lee is possible (as is grounding interminably). Oh well, I went to a salon, it looks cute, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna and I went with 21 of Mom's teacher friends to a Tallahassee bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114808927501969641?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114808927501969641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114808927501969641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114808927501969641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114808927501969641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/havent-you-people-ever-heard-of.html' title='Haven&apos;t you people ever heard of closing the bleep-bleep door?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114800086143051992</id><published>2006-05-18T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:09:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop if I fall, and don't look back.</title><content type='html'>When I woke up today I was alone. From 1o AM to 4 PM I was alone. Tuna called me and we talked for 45 minutes. Then he went to get a guitar. I ate pizza for dinner. Then I went to his place and we jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kayce and Rachel already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114800086143051992?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114800086143051992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114800086143051992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114800086143051992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114800086143051992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-stop-if-i-fall-and-dont-look-back.html' title='Don&apos;t stop if I fall, and don&apos;t look back.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114791537147601426</id><published>2006-05-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:22:51.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never again, never again...they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now.</title><content type='html'>My last day of middle school. Spent most of it with Kayce (formerly Casey), Rachel, Nina, Crystal, and Missa. IT was a sobfest between Nina going to Rutheford, Missa to Bay, and Kayce to Haney. I cried lots. But they all have my phone number so it's slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are never coming home, never coming home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114791537147601426?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114791537147601426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114791537147601426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114791537147601426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114791537147601426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-again-never-againthey-gave-us.html' title='Never again, never again...they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we&apos;re all dead now.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114783254244468537</id><published>2006-05-16T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:22:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one an find the rewind button, girl.</title><content type='html'>They did not play Pomp and Circumstance at the 8th Grade graduation. They played the Hallelujah chorus. Well, it sounded like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day as a middle schooler. Mom got me a tea set, celtic jewelery, and Flowers for Algernon. I already read the book. I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114783254244468537?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114783254244468537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114783254244468537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114783254244468537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114783254244468537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-one-find-rewind-button-girl.html' title='No one an find the rewind button, girl.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114777894925537153</id><published>2006-05-16T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:29:09.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone play Pomp and Circumstance!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was spent at yearbook signing. Naturally I forgot my yearbook, so me and the emo kids hung out beneath the football bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrecrow got the Nerd Athelete award for being in 2 sports and having the highest GPA. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 8th grade graduation ceremony! It's been a long and hard road to get here. But now that I am, I want to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114777894925537153?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114777894925537153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114777894925537153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114777894925537153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114777894925537153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/everyone-play-pomp-and-circumstance.html' title='Everyone play Pomp and Circumstance!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114765647595469822</id><published>2006-05-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:27:55.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ballad Of Blackfingered Nish</title><content type='html'>Ugg, nail polish is soo runny. I'm tired from the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114765647595469822?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114765647595469822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114765647595469822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114765647595469822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114765647595469822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/ballad-of-blackfingered-nish.html' title='The Ballad Of Blackfingered Nish'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114757281357169875</id><published>2006-05-13T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:13:33.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I losing myself?</title><content type='html'>Muchly's birthday is tomorrow. According to an email he sent me, he got a cell phone. We traded numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Hoot today with Scarecrow and family. It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the Bonefish Grill for dinner. Yummy, but it took a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my grandma was absent for my mom's birthday, I had the good fortune of being able to run for candles at the Dollar Express. I also got black nailpolish. Was told I can't wear it on my fingers, so I'm gonna paint them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be bad when you must get your rebellious kicks by painting nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114757281357169875?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114757281357169875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114757281357169875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114757281357169875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114757281357169875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-losing-myself.html' title='Am I losing myself?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114740716207439842</id><published>2006-05-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:12:45.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence isn't the answer, it's a question. The real answer: Heck yes!</title><content type='html'>Exit exam was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting Muchly's siblings was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114740716207439842?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114740716207439842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114740716207439842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114740716207439842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114740716207439842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/violence-isnt-answer-its-question-real.html' title='Violence isn&apos;t the answer, it&apos;s a question. The real answer: Heck yes!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114730759762895460</id><published>2006-05-10T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:33:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food fight!</title><content type='html'>A food fingt was the only real excitement of the day. Some kids got suspended. It was funny. I got lettuce on my eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchly spilt milk on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114730759762895460?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114730759762895460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114730759762895460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114730759762895460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114730759762895460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/food-fight.html' title='Food fight!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114726229755684493</id><published>2006-05-10T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T04:58:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was boring but at my sister's Talent Show was a boy dressed and eyelinered who lip-synced to Wake Me Up When September Ends and air guitared and it was ADORABLE! If I have a son I want him to dress like that if he consents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114726229755684493?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114726229755684493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114726229755684493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114726229755684493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114726229755684493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-my-memory-rests-but-never-forgets.html' title='As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114713791798706537</id><published>2006-05-08T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:25:18.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If this is what you want then fire at will!</title><content type='html'>Guitar class was amusing. I had fun. Then I came home and prepared for Geometry tests and my final exam in that class on Thursday. So tires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114713791798706537?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114713791798706537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114713791798706537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114713791798706537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114713791798706537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-this-is-what-you-want-then-fire-at.html' title='If this is what you want then fire at will!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114705332414475820</id><published>2006-05-07T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:55:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we the waiting?</title><content type='html'>Today was bleh also. Slept in too late for church. Dance performance at 1, did okay. Went to youth from 4 to 6. Listened to the graduating seniors. Bye guys. We'll miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114705332414475820?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114705332414475820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114705332414475820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114705332414475820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114705332414475820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-we-waiting.html' title='Are we the waiting?'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114697342443359154</id><published>2006-05-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:43:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm. So. Tired.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at nine, dance practice until 1. Performed at the mall. I was in 1 out of 2 dances. Then I went to a Water Day for the Youth Group girls. Was fun. Sibling's dance recital not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114697342443359154?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114697342443359154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114697342443359154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114697342443359154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114697342443359154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m. So. Tired.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114688394279323031</id><published>2006-05-05T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:52:22.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of a gunfight...</title><content type='html'>Aaugh my leg hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the school talent show. My favorite act was Missa, Nina, and Trent. They sang Think Of Me form Phantom. It was yummy. The softball team kept kneeing me in the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114688394279323031?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114688394279323031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114688394279323031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114688394279323031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114688394279323031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-middle-of-gunfight.html' title='In the middle of a gunfight...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114679325368369193</id><published>2006-05-04T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:45:38.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me drive the boat. I'll cause a shipwreck.</title><content type='html'>FIELD TRIP TO WATERPARK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up Rachel and I listened to music videos and lip-synced to MCR. Then when we got there we joined with Crystal and rode the raft ride (one of only two open attractions). Then we tried to go to the flume ride, but I slipped and hurt my knee in a skinning fashion, so we stopped for a while and ate lunch. While they had isecreem, I rode with Nina and her grandpa on the aforesaid raft ride. Then I rode the raft again with Crystal and Rachel. Then we rode the flume, and changed into clothes. The ride home consisted of music, as did the rest of the school day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114679325368369193?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114679325368369193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114679325368369193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114679325368369193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114679325368369193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-let-me-drive-boat-ill-cause.html' title='Don&apos;t let me drive the boat. I&apos;ll cause a shipwreck.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114670591507950041</id><published>2006-05-03T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:25:17.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah, lock and load!</title><content type='html'>Today was boring. Church was so-so. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114670591507950041?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114670591507950041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114670591507950041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114670591507950041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114670591507950041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/hallelujah-lock-and-load.html' title='Hallelujah, lock and load!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114665379067168090</id><published>2006-05-03T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T03:56:32.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well look who's dying now.</title><content type='html'>School trip to the beach. Yummy. Forgot to wear the bottom of my swimsuit, so I spent the whole time throwing Funyuns at Muchly and writing book reports with Nina and Bwilly. Sunscreened my front so it's okay, but my back...ow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114665379067168090?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114665379067168090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114665379067168090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114665379067168090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114665379067168090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-look-whos-dying-now.html' title='Well look who&apos;s dying now.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114656863134806645</id><published>2006-05-02T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:17:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So gimme all your poison, and gimme all your pills, and gimme all your hopeless thoughts and make me ill.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was boring. I had to skip guitar an McDonalds put too much salt on the fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something haunts me. To understand this you must know that a)I skipped first grade, and I am younger than most in my classes and b)That I had lots of trouble in Algebra 1 last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was snooping through my dad's emails looking for a paper I had to print, when I saw a folder labeled 'School Emails'. Naturally, I looked. I know I'm getting a biased view (these are the emails sent by my parents), but I now know why the school traded my math classes and why my parents were always having the meetings. They thought I was physically too young to handle Algebra. This bothers me because I have been on-level with my peers in everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nightmares about the school board last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114656863134806645?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114656863134806645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114656863134806645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114656863134806645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114656863134806645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-gimme-all-your-poison-and-gimme-all.html' title='So gimme all your poison, and gimme all your pills, and gimme all your hopeless thoughts and make me ill.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114644858163494476</id><published>2006-04-30T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:56:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a renegade!</title><content type='html'>Went to church. Spent the afternoon looking for my sister's camera. Never found it. Then went to the sports center for youth group. Scarecrow, Curly, Shelleybee, Muchly, Flying V, Lil Momo's dad, and I kicked a soccer ball. I tried to impersonate a Rockette and fell into a picnic table on a concrete floor. It hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114644858163494476?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114644858163494476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114644858163494476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114644858163494476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114644858163494476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-renegade.html' title='I&apos;m a renegade!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114636262603949977</id><published>2006-04-29T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:03:46.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please call me only if you are coming home.</title><content type='html'>Hunger Homeless is a thing where the Youth Group fasts for a day and sleeps in cardboard boxes on the playground. I decorated my box with bats and cobwebs. After our worship activities, we all went to the Relay For Life. We got kicked out. Then we went back to the church. It was cold outside, but I slept a little. Then it was cold when I woke up. That day we washed cars. Then we finished our fast with a pigout at Fire Mountain grill. I ate four plates and now I feel really really sick. My mommy is sick too. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114636262603949977?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114636262603949977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114636262603949977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114636262603949977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114636262603949977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/please-call-me-only-if-you-are-coming.html' title='Please call me only if you are coming home.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114618759531024190</id><published>2006-04-27T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:26:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers be good to your daughters too.</title><content type='html'>Did not go to school today. Instead, I went to my mom's school for Take Your Daughter To Work Day. I helped second graders. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114618759531024190?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114618759531024190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114618759531024190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114618759531024190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114618759531024190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/mothers-be-good-to-your-daughters-too.html' title='Mothers be good to your daughters too.'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114610387610025690</id><published>2006-04-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:11:16.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert Jaws theme*</title><content type='html'>School was boring. Same old same old. Youth was the same. I went swimsuit shopping and got a purple and black ruffly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:None of these are modest and black!&lt;br /&gt;Sis:Hey, check this out! *shows a pink bikini with a tiny top*&lt;br /&gt;Me:No.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: MOMMY, SISSY ISN'T BEING REASONABLE&lt;br /&gt;Me:Go away.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: MOMMY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114610387610025690?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114610387610025690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114610387610025690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114610387610025690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114610387610025690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/insert-jaws-theme.html' title='*insert Jaws theme*'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114601359145347230</id><published>2006-04-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T04:13:49.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy's delicous hamburgers!</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy on my blogging. Anyways, today I had a field trip! I went to a local elementary school to read stories to kindergarteners. My story was 'Horton Hears A Who' by Dr.Seuss, and I wore a matching shirt. None of my students listened to me. Then we went to the mall. Hannabee and I went to Hot Topic. I got some skull and heart shoelaces, a Music = Life pin, and a plain black armband. Then I went back to school. Nina, Rachel, and I passed a tin of Sour Punch Straws around our desks and got really sugar high. Then we passed notes the whole time about how they're the best drug ever. And about how I got Nina hooked on sugary candy. And about how I'm writing poems for my darker friends. And mutton stew. Then after dance class, my mom sprung something on me: I was going with my sister, one of mom's third grade special education kids, and the student's fifth grade sibling out to eat. It was really quite enjoyable. But the music in the burgerplace was nasty. But I dosed myself on good stuff when I got home. They're still over, but I have been released from hostess duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ben (not the one at my school, just a very dear online buddy), I hope your sister is okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114601359145347230?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114601359145347230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114601359145347230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114601359145347230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114601359145347230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/jimmys-delicous-hamburgers.html' title='Jimmy&apos;s delicous hamburgers!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114584329262102600</id><published>2006-04-23T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:48:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're coming home again!</title><content type='html'>Spaghelli dinner went well. Impressed Muchly's family. Did not spill food on myself. My Italian Chef act was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cystic Fibrosis walk got rained out. I painted Vacation Bible School backdrops at the church. They gave us chips and salsa and Hot Tamales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dance performance today, it was horrible. Imagine 8 girls in poofy dresses dancing on a stage the size of a VW Bug. And one of my 3 dances got cut for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Grandma made me delicious sweet potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Muchly's birthday is May 14 and I have no clue what to get him. Sniff sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114584329262102600?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114584329262102600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114584329262102600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114584329262102600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114584329262102600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-coming-home-again.html' title='We&apos;re coming home again!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114558358053238343</id><published>2006-04-20T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:39:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys aren't worth crying over. The one who is won't make you cry...</title><content type='html'>Okay. Mother and Father are going out of town, and I am consequently living with Grandma in no-internet land. So I'm just going to tell youse what I'll be up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Spaghetti dinner. I blogged this yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:Cystic Fibrosis walk with Scarecrow and Nina and Muchly and others. It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Casey. Determined that life is unfair. Why? He's pretty and skinny and I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114558358053238343?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114558358053238343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114558358053238343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114558358053238343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114558358053238343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/boys-arent-worth-crying-over-one-who.html' title='Boys aren&apos;t worth crying over. The one who is won&apos;t make you cry...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114549834097769201</id><published>2006-04-19T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:59:01.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are never coming home, never coming home...</title><content type='html'>Went to school. Saw Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bible Study leader had a reccomendation against the high school chorus. Mother hates to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise at church, I have a talent (lack) act in the spaghetti dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all gonna dress like chefs and sing 'On Top Of Spaghetti' off-key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchly is playing piano for a separate act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaned Bwilly my MCR CD. I miss it. I may have trouble sleeping tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114549834097769201?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114549834097769201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114549834097769201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114549834097769201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114549834097769201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-are-never-coming-home-never-coming.html' title='You are never coming home, never coming home...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114532700714900498</id><published>2006-04-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:23:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a vacant three by four...</title><content type='html'>Went to school. Saw Casey.Went to highschool induction. Got an ugly dolphin pin. Went out to eat with Muchly. Went to grocer with Muchly. Went home and showered (not with Muchly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;The Language Arts Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;-Nina&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel (She's sweet. Another poet/MCR fangirl/Twilight fan, we get along well. She's coming to the same highschool as me, but she wasn't there. Instead, she was in Hawaii getting a Medal Of Honor for her late father. I miss her. I could never deal with what she is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzbee and Bwilly are in it too, but they're male so they're not full members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114532700714900498?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114532700714900498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114532700714900498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114532700714900498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114532700714900498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-just-vacant-three-by-four.html' title='It&apos;s just a vacant three by four...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114523723405712034</id><published>2006-04-16T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T18:27:14.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THere was a line in the hymnal this morning I liked, but I forgot it...</title><content type='html'>Today was good.&lt;br /&gt;Parents got me PEEPS (breakfast, lunch, dinner, munch, and all other meals of the champions)!&lt;br /&gt;And new headphones (Dad's a pod person too, he gets why I need them).&lt;br /&gt;And a Rebecca St.James CD (If I Had One Chance To Tell You Something).&lt;br /&gt;And I found safety pin earrings in my room!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bookstore, got books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on and celebrate the ressurection of our Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114523723405712034?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114523723405712034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114523723405712034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114523723405712034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114523723405712034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-was-line-in-hymnal-this-morning.html' title='THere was a line in the hymnal this morning I liked, but I forgot it...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114515008493857573</id><published>2006-04-15T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:14:45.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He has Risen!</title><content type='html'>Worked at the church Egg Hunt. I am horribly sunburnt. Spent the rest of the day with Muchly. A good part of that was at Nina's. Then we came home and had baanana pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dag, my headphones are broken. Good thing it's the side my wonky ear is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114515008493857573?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114515008493857573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114515008493857573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114515008493857573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114515008493857573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-has-risen.html' title='He has Risen!'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14894734.post-114506659230762861</id><published>2006-04-14T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T04:10:49.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My preciousssss...</title><content type='html'>Watched the first 3/4s of The Fellowship Of The Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimili is desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gollum is all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geroff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14894734-114506659230762861?l=yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/feeds/114506659230762861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14894734&amp;postID=114506659230762861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114506659230762861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14894734/posts/default/114506659230762861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourfaceimplodes.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-preciousssss.html' title='My preciousssss...'/><author><name>Nish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882767658257806117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/2886/av9em.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
