<?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-27757951</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:46:54.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-2240380193358183826</id><published>2007-05-17T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:41:21.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>'Ello, anyone who bothers to read this. I'm back to blogging. Its 3:36, &amp; I really should be getting ready for dance tonite, but eh....screw it. I'm listening to YouTube music vids right now. Korn, Twisted Transistor. Good song.&lt;br /&gt;Today was 90s day. I looked smexi. If I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;WOW I'm really out of it right now. Jeez, why do I bother writing this? Oh, right...I'm bored &amp; procrastinating. I feel like I've been hyperventilating for like, 10 minutes. O wells.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr, I cannot wait for dance to end. Its so not fun anymore. I just wanna stay home. I don't wanna put on my tap shoes &amp;amp; feel totally akward cause everyone else in my class is all prep &amp; here I am, the weirdo one. Okay, so Erin isn't exactly prep, &amp;amp; neither is her brother, Lloyd. But still. Everyone in my class owns a pair of those STRAIGHT "Love" sweats. I don't think Erin has a pair, tho.&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dennis! There's some lovely filth down here!" -Monty Python &amp;amp; the Holy Grail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-2240380193358183826?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/2240380193358183826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=2240380193358183826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/2240380193358183826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/2240380193358183826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-7460230883716212436</id><published>2007-03-13T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:23:06.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychopaths</title><content type='html'>So I've researched the Manson family murders (the Tate &amp; LaBianca murders). I've seen the 3 hour marathon of Deadly Women about female serial killers. I've learned a little bit about medieval torture, &amp;amp; now I've moved on to the weirdest cult story of the 80s. Jonestown, Guyana. Jim Jones &amp; his cult of approx. 1,000 migrated from the West Coast of the US to Guyana, where they set up Jonestown. Jones convinced the cult leaders that haven't defected (about 20 did) to drink grape kool-aid laced with Cyanide &amp;amp; Valium. Jonestown used to have rehersals of suicide where they told the people they were drinking poisoned kool-aid to test their loyalty. Eventually, as the US government closed in on Jonestown, Jones made a speech (which I'm listening to right now) as some followers prepared the real poisoned kool-aid. Over 900 died, including Jones. Almost everyone, excluding Jones and one or two of his officers, had died of the kool-aid. The officers that hadn't drunk it, watched the whole thing. Then they gave a rousing cheer, &amp; shot themselves. Interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-7460230883716212436?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/7460230883716212436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=7460230883716212436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/7460230883716212436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/7460230883716212436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2007/03/psychopaths.html' title='Psychopaths'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-117224832458384653</id><published>2007-02-23T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:32:04.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far...</title><content type='html'>Hello, my prrecious! I know its been a while, but we can still be friends. Updates on life:&lt;br /&gt;well, we don't have any school this week, &amp; I've been reading the whole time. I read Inkheart, London Calling, Faerie Wars, &amp; I'm currently in the middle the Purple Emporer. &lt;br /&gt;I'm jamming to Reesna's blog right now, she's got 'Superman's Dead' by OLP on there. Smexi-licious!&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on taking over the world. With Reesna. &amp; Castro, even tho I haven't met him/talked to him yet. &amp; Alyssa will help me with my medical experiments. She promised. Now all I have to do is make blood pacts....MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you worry about your faith, kneel down &amp; obey; you're happy you're in love, you need someone to hate! An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist. But ordinary's just not good enough today!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERMAN'S DEAD!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my b-day is in 1 week!!! Happy Birthday, Forney!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-117224832458384653?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/117224832458384653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=117224832458384653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/117224832458384653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/117224832458384653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far...'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-116595738023640488</id><published>2006-12-12T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:03:00.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MWAHAHAHAHA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/pureevil.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-116595738023640488?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/116595738023640488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=116595738023640488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116595738023640488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116595738023640488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/12/mwahahahaha.html' title='MWAHAHAHAHA!!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-116535123442224682</id><published>2006-12-05T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:40:34.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A 200 Question Fun Survey 4 Myspace (All The Bzoink Surveys Put Together)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Full Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Forney &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;March 2nd &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NF &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5'1" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;98 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right handed or Left handed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Righty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;do ya want all 10? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;My Worst Habit::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have to pick just 1? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Zodiac Sign::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pisces &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shoe Size::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ranging from 4-6 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pants Size::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Innie or Outie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;innie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Parents Still Together?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;converse &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Too Many! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;see above&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;jeez, idk! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;goals are for pansies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On An Instant Messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't got one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;DIE! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;you pick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;whenever &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Its missed, isn't it? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY FAVORITES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite color?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;green &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Food?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pasta &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sport?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;soccer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Animal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;elephant....it can crush you &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ice Cream?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;cherry panda paws &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Candy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;twizzlers &amp; hot tamales! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Store?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;thinkgeek.com &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Salad Dressing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;blue cheese &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Actor?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uh...that Wayne guy on Who's Line? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i can't choose! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Letter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;definatly "G" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;47 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gum?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wintergreen flavored &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Holiday?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Friday the 13th! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Season?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fall &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Toothpaste Flavor?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Radio Station?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;CFNY 102.1 THE EDGE!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Perfume?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Scent besides perfume?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;gasoline &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Body part on the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;does it have to be the opposite? (lol) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;psychologist &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How Do You Want To Die?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alone, slowly, &amp; suicidal-y &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Turn ons::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no comment.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Turn offs::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;being "too sorry" all the time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Which One Of Your Friends Acts The Most Like You?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;there is no other FORNEY! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's The Loudest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Shanshan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who Makes You Laugh The Most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Damon DeCastro &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who Have You Known The Longest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Bridget &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Who's The Shyist?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Anna &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;When Have You Cried The Most?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alone &amp; on the phone with Ace &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What Is The Best Feeling In The World?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Euphoria; Invincibility &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Worst Feeling?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the feeling that comes after above &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where Do You Want To Live When You Grow Up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;in a house with my 26 cats &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If You Could Change One Thing About You What Would It Be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;whether I live or die (sick joke) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How Long Do You Think You'll Live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I won't make it to college...I know that &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINISH EACH SENTENCE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Let's walk on the:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hooker's boots &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Let's look at the:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Happy people &amp; laugh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What a nice:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;thunderstorm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where did all the:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pain go? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Why can't we:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;be FREEEEEEEEEEEEE! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Silly, little:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Emo chick &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Isn't it weird that:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I can't die? (another sick joke) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Never under any circumstance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;take what I say to heart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;I wish:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I could shatter your kneecaps with a crowbar &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Everyone has a:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;death wish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;I am:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;wishing you dead &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been In Love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm confuzzled.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been To Juvie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Mooned Someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NO &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been Rejected?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep...felt great!! (seriously) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ran Away From Home?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;4th grade.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pictured Your Crush Naked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;are you nutz?! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Skipped School?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thought About Suicide?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no comment &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Slept Outside?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Girl Scouts &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Laughed So Hard You Cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cried In School?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thrown Up In School?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea...the toilet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Wanted To Be a Model?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NO WAY JOSE! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cheated On Someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;not that I know of... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Done Something Really Stupid That You Still Laugh At Today?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I'm laughing, but I don't know at what... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Seen A Dead Body?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been Bitched Out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;o yea.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drank Alcohol?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no comment &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smoked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;NO &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been On Drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;go away &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eaten Sushi?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been On Stage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Every Year &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gone Skinny Dipping?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shoplifted?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been Drunk?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been Called A Tease?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been Beaten Up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Swear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ask just about all of my friends... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sing Well?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;you tell me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shower Daily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Want To Go To College?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YEA &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Want To Get Married?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Believe In Yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get Motion Sickness?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Think You Are Attractive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get Along With Your Parents?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um..idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Like Thunderstorms?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HECKS YEA! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Play An Instrument?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;French Horn all the way! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Own An IPOD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pray?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go To Church?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sleep With Stuffed Animals?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Keep A Journal/Diary?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dance In The Rain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sing In The Shower?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Dr. P! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;group...with my catz &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;vanilla &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;stawberries &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Meat or Veggies?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;veggies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;TV or Movie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Movie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Guitar or Drums?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;FRENCH HORN! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Adidas or Nike?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Adidas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chinese or Mexican?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mex &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Honey Nut Cheerios &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cake or Pie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Cake! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MTV or VH1?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fuse &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Blind or Deaf?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Boxers or Briefs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Boxer Briefs! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAN YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do The Splits?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Write With Both Hands?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whistle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Blow A Bubble?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeaa! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Roll Your Tongue In A Circle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cross Your Eyes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Walk With Your Toes Curled?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Touch Your Tongue to Your Nose?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;who can? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dance?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;HEX YEA! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eat Whatever You Want And Not Worry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You Touched::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Doring's Hair... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You Talked To On The Phone::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um...My Aunt &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You Instant Messaged::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You Hugged::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i don't remember.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You Yelled At::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Too many to count! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;You Played A Sport With::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;don't recall &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT'S THE LAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Time You Laughed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I can't remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Time You Cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Last night...i think. Its a daily routine &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Movie You Watched?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i can't remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Flavor Of Gum You Chewed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I don't recall &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Joke You Told?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;um... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song You've Sung?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;the Hope is Emo theme song &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where Are You?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;at my computer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What Can You See Out Your Window?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;snow &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are You Listening To Music?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Does the Hope Is Emo theme song count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What Are You Wearing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;jeans, a sweater, &amp; a yellow shirt... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What's On Your Mousepad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;pocahantas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BELIEFS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. We're special. In every way &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you believe in miracles?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no. Hope is lost (no pun intended) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Magic?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;its complicated &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;God?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Satan?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;in a way &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ghosts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;spirits... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Santa?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Evolution?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;this is what I live off of! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN A BOY...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav Eye Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;does it matter? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fav Hair Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;see above....but black is good! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;mm...long-ish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;shorter than me &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;see first response &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;MINE! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANDOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What Country Would You Most Like To Visit?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;France &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number Of CD's I Own::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i'm not gonna count &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Good Luck Charm::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Don't got one. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;2 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you drink milk?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Person You Hate Most::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have to pick 1? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most Outdated Phrase::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;What up, homie G? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think God has a gender?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;there is no God...thats what I think. But who cares? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where do you think we go when we die?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;in the ground &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many rings until you answer the phone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;about 2 or 3 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is something scientists need to invent?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;a depression machine that I can use &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a health freak?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sorta &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a virgin?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;YES &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you could travel into space, where would you go?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Into a black hole &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What is the worst weather?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;sunny days &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Did you play with Barbies as a child?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How many grades have you failed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S66777/A_200_Question_Fun_Survey_4_Myspace_(All_The_Bzoink_Surveys_Put_Together).html" title="A 200 Question Fun Survey 4 Myspace (All The Bzoink Surveys Put Together)"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-116535123442224682?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/116535123442224682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=116535123442224682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116535123442224682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116535123442224682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/12/200-question-fun-survey-4-myspace-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-116491836986075089</id><published>2006-11-30T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:26:09.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life (&amp; Love!) Sucks...Big Time</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm listening/watching Tool's The Pot on google video....great song. I'm still not over Ace, but that &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; take a while. I saw her picture in my old yearbook, &amp; I just knew he wasn't coming back. Did I say that before? I don't know. I'm going insane. No thanks to Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steal, borrow, save your shady inference&lt;br /&gt;kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you to wave your finger?&lt;br /&gt;Ya must have been out your head.&lt;br /&gt;Eyehole deep in muddy waters&lt;br /&gt;You practically raised the dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the above quotes from Tool's The Pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN ACCELERATED SCIENCE! Thats one good thing. Not gonna counteract the despair I feel....&lt;em&gt;you're worthless.....no one can ever love you for long...&lt;/em&gt; SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you really didn't need to see that. Sarah talks to me a lot (see italicized text above) &amp; it scares me quite a bit. But I have to put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes surviving can be its own death sentance" --Battlestar Galactica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-116491836986075089?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/116491836986075089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=116491836986075089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116491836986075089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116491836986075089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-love-sucksbig-time.html' title='Life (&amp; Love!) Sucks...Big Time'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-116483619818240903</id><published>2006-11-29T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:44:48.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACE!!!</title><content type='html'>Ace has left me on Sunday. We all weep, especially moi. I told him everything. &amp; I do mean EVERYTHING. He knew every thought that ran thru my head. He knew every dream that I ever had. Everything that scared me, he knew.&lt;br /&gt;And now he's gone. He's going out with this 9th grader, Lindsay. Am I pissed? Hell yeah. But I'm more sad than pissed. I miss him so much. &amp; I've lost the will to do things. Like, life, for instance. I HATE IT! Its all so..........straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found this book in my basement on my dad's bookshelf. Its called "I Was Hitler's Doctor" by Dr. Kurt Krueger. The copyright is 1941, '42, &amp; '43. It was really my dad's Grandmother's, Betty, book. Its quite interesting. Hitler (or rather, Schicklgruber) was quite a um, ladies' man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my winter formal dress. The theme is "Japanese-Anime-Schoolgirl" &amp; its gonna look damn sexy. I'm gonna wreak havoc on Ace....o, it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!" --Dennis, Monty Python &amp; the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-116483619818240903?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/116483619818240903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=116483619818240903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116483619818240903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116483619818240903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/11/ace.html' title='ACE!!!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-116440119859143250</id><published>2006-11-24T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:46:38.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reference-ing</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm back reference-ing Reese's comment on the "Emo" post.&lt;br /&gt;She is totally right. To an extent.&lt;br /&gt;If referring to music, one may say "emo" as in "emotional" as in a very passionate, dark type of music. A music that is x-tremely lyrical, metaphorical, etc.&lt;br /&gt;However, young'uns today refer to "emo" as someone who is depressed &amp; indulges in activities that are frowned upon by most of society.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic? Yes. A cry for attention? One may deny it, but it really is. Maybe not from the student body, or other people. Maybe the person in question is looking for attention from one person. Say, for instance, (hypothetically) one child has 2 younger siblings that require x amount of attention. Both of the parents are completely immersed into the younger two, they don't pay enough attention to the older one. Even a simple "are you okay?" would be sufficient. But no. The subject realizes his/her parents are doing the best they can, even though s/he assumes they can do better. So the subject involves themself in activities frowned upon by society. However, these attempts at attention are useless. What is said person to do?&lt;br /&gt;Ponder that a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-116440119859143250?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/116440119859143250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=116440119859143250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116440119859143250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116440119859143250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/11/reference-ing.html' title='Reference-ing'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-116440057668420418</id><published>2006-11-24T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:36:16.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CLEAN!!</title><content type='html'>hey, haven't posted in  a while...check out Reesna's blog while you're here, &amp; hopeisemo.com. way cool website.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to mention my reference to the title, I've done some pretty crappy stuff, &amp; I'm finally off of it. You might notice my x-treme btchyness at school, but thats what comes with being mentally derranged.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new "frenemy" &amp; her name is Sarah. I don't like to talk about her that much, so don't ask questions unless you really need to. Like, if you're concerned about my well-being or some other inspirational crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a Monty-Python quote:&lt;br /&gt;"Supreme executive power is derived from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony!"   --Dennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PostScript- &amp; to whomever actually realizes the importance of it: I'm up to 12! (booo)&lt;br /&gt;PostPostScript- I lied. there is no importance whatsoever. Go back to your trivial problems, gullible people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-116440057668420418?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/116440057668420418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=116440057668420418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116440057668420418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/116440057668420418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/11/clean.html' title='CLEAN!!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115902905137271918</id><published>2006-09-23T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:30:51.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrr! Pirates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="position:relative; border-width:1px; border-color:332200; border-style: solid; background-color:c9b390; padding:0 10px; width:400px; text-align:center; font-family:serif; left:50%; margin:25px 0 25px -200px; color:332200;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-size:32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mad Bess Kidd    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" style="top:5px; position:relative; display:block; width:100px; background-color:332200;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="left:110px; top:-60px; width:290px; position:relative; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate.    Arr!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.piratequiz.com/" style="position:absolute; width:100%; left:0px; bottom:20px; color:f8eecc;"&gt;Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the fidius.org network&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115902905137271918?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115902905137271918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115902905137271918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115902905137271918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115902905137271918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/09/arrr-pirates.html' title='Arrr! Pirates!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115791405108749724</id><published>2006-09-10T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:47:31.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Crap on You Simpletons</title><content type='html'>Yes, thats right. I'll crap on you if I wanna crap on you. Foolish Mortals. Right now I'm waiting for my aunt to get over here so we can go to the peach festival. Ugh. I told Ace I would meet him in front of the Fireball an hour &amp; half ago. But no. We &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to go home we &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to wait until aunt sissy called us. &amp; now we &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to wait until she gets here. Which, by the way, was supposed to be a half hour ago. I woke up today extremely agitated. I had a bad dream in which I had a party &amp; my parents kicked me out. So I stole a bottle of vodka from on top of the fridge &amp; I biked to NF. Yea, fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sasquatch Mountain was on SciFi last night at 9. Good movie. A little cheesy, but not that much. Lotsa blood. Rated R. Not that my parents know. Next Saturday "Shapeshifter" is on SciFi (these are all SciFi original movies). Probly rated R. Not that my parents will know. Its about a prison &amp; an executioner thats not exactly human. Lots &amp; lots of blood. When they show blood in the previews, you know there's gonna be more than a quart spilled.&lt;br /&gt;Ace has started calling my house by himself, &amp; my dad just gives me these 'ugh. you better only be talking school' looks whenever he does. So we do talk school. Future City, in fact. Mercedes is on the volleyball team (yay!) &amp; I'm on mod soccer. I think Eddy is still on the diving team. I'm not sure. Natalie is on the tennis team. &amp; a bunch of other peoples are on the soccer team. Audrey's doing varsity swim again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115791405108749724?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115791405108749724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115791405108749724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115791405108749724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115791405108749724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-crap-on-you-simpletons.html' title='I Crap on You Simpletons'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115678871519133262</id><published>2006-08-28T14:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:12:03.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Educate Yourselves</title><content type='html'>If you think "emo" is a personality, think again. I thought it was. But that was before I went to www.youdontknowemo.tk   you don't know emo is created by a person that set out to educate the world. Emo is not a style, or way of dressing. It is a genre of music. It does not stand for "emotional", it stands for "Emotional Hardcore". Whats the difference, you ask? Check out the site. Educate yourself. Cause you &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; know emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115678871519133262?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115678871519133262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115678871519133262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115678871519133262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115678871519133262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/08/educate-yourselves_115678871519133262.html' title='Educate Yourselves'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115618196281206742</id><published>2006-08-21T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:39:22.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28-Day Food</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna explain what the subject means. If you dont' get it, ask a girl over the age of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd definatly say my foods are:&lt;br /&gt;1.Pasta&lt;br /&gt;2.Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3.Hot Tamales&lt;br /&gt;4.Twizzlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only been 19 days (roughly) &amp; I'm eating Hot Tamales &amp; Twizzlers right now. Its a good thing to live near Ms. Thank You's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a really unrelated note, yesterday I was like, drunk. Brian &amp; Courtney were walking around the 'hood selling candy bars for a cheerleading fundraiser-type thingy. So I went outside &amp; gave my mom a dollar (like she asked) &amp; when I came in the house &amp; sat in front of the computer I said out loud "I feel like such a ho". It completely came out of nowhere. &amp; when I got up, the same thing happened. Except this time I said "I wish I was schitzoprenic". Yea, random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115618196281206742?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115618196281206742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115618196281206742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115618196281206742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115618196281206742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/08/28-day-food.html' title='28-Day Food'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115618071014354427</id><published>2006-08-21T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:36:37.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is lame</title><content type='html'>All I've been doing all summer is babysitting. Its so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;That &amp; I've been talking on the phone Ace. &amp; its pissing my parents off. Big time. Cause I spend hours on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying out for soccer. Last Thursday, last Friday, today, tomorrow, &amp; the day after tomorrow at the Fort. I'm soooo making the modified team.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored right now. I'm talking on the phone to Ace as we speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115618071014354427?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115618071014354427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115618071014354427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115618071014354427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115618071014354427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/08/summer-is-lame.html' title='Summer is lame'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115145649173567482</id><published>2006-06-27T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:01:31.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANCE VS SPAIN</title><content type='html'>FRANCE WINS!!! FRANCE! FRANCE! THE FRENCH WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thierry Henry was amazing this game. Absolutly without a doubt amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; don't even get me started on Zidane. Ok, you did. He's retiring after this world cup. Saddening, yes, but even more so if this was their last game. BUT ITS NOT! 3-1 France. David Villa scored for Spain. Frank Ribery, Patrick Vieira, &amp; Zinedine Zidane scored for France. Zidane scored in the 92 or 93rd minute (stoppage time). Amazing goal. &amp; in the last world cup? He is, by far, one of the few players I hold in the highest respect. The top one: Carlos Valderrama. Yea, I know he's not playing anymore, &amp; I know he didn't really move on the pitch, but I love him all the same. I've got a poster of him, I just need to put it up. &amp; it was from when he played for the Mutinty (a folded MLS team). Yea, thats how old it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my France jersey on, &amp; after the game I went outside &amp; ran around the house screaming like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that concludes the Round of 16 portion of the world cup. Now we move to the quarter-finals. Brazil plays France, Italy plays Ukraine, England plays Portugal, &amp; Germany plays Argentina.  The England-Portugal &amp; Germany-Argentina games are going to be interesting, but everyone knows Brazil will beat France. I just hope Zidane scores again. I'm not so sure about the Italy-Ukraine game, but I'm taking bets right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115145649173567482?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115145649173567482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115145649173567482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115145649173567482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115145649173567482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/france-vs-spain.html' title='FRANCE VS SPAIN'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115145582351641029</id><published>2006-06-27T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:50:23.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAZIL VS GHANA</title><content type='html'>BRAZIL WINS!! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo, Adriano, &amp; Ze Roberto all scored. 3-0 Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho didn't really show me anything this game. He needs to turn it on when they play France. Robinho was out with a thigh injury, poor guy. Kaka was great. But what an unfortunate name, eh? Its almost as bad (maybe worse) as Nicky Butt (another soccer player, I forget where he played, though.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAZIL! BRAZIL! BRAZIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115145582351641029?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115145582351641029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115145582351641029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115145582351641029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115145582351641029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/brazil-vs-ghana.html' title='BRAZIL VS GHANA'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115134123022024219</id><published>2006-06-26T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:00:30.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ITALY VS. AUSTRALIA</title><content type='html'>ITALY WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93rd minute. Stoppage time. Foul in Australia's box. Penelty kick. 0-0. Going into 30 minutes of over time. Totti takes the PK. TOTTI PUTS IT INTO THE UPPER 90! THE KEEPER DOESN'T HAVE A CHANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITALY WINS 1-0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115134123022024219?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115134123022024219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115134123022024219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115134123022024219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115134123022024219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/italy-vs-australia.html' title='ITALY VS. AUSTRALIA'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115133235368370577</id><published>2006-06-26T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:32:33.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching-Up</title><content type='html'>Hey! I haven't been blogging in a while, but my dad is outside doing yardwork so I think I'm safe. A lot has been going on lately, now that its summer. Summer is going to be sooo boring. My mom works, &amp; my dad is going to be the only one home. That means I can't really go anywhere without giving &amp; getting a lecture. Crappola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 soccer games last week: one against Alden &amp; one against Clarence. Alden is the first place team &amp; we tied them 2-2. We had to go to Clarence on Thursday for a make-up game. We only had 12 players. That means 1 sub. We lost 2-0. But that's okay. Clarence is in 2nd place &amp; they average about 4 goals a game. If we can hold them off with only 12 people, think of what we can do with a full squad!&lt;br /&gt;We also had a tourny last weekend. We went to West Seneca for the Odenbach Cup. We won the first game on Penelty Kicks, but we lost the 2nd game. I forget who we played 1st, but we played East Aurora second, &amp; it was brutal. They were so physical. There's a fine line between physical &amp; cheap. They crossed that line more than once. &amp; the Ref didn't do anything about it until one of our players got hurt. The smallest person on our team got spiked. So we lost that game. We were out of the tourny. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great-grandmother isn't doing too well. She went to the hospital &amp; she has kidney stones &amp; a urinary tract infection. She got treated &amp; she's home now, but not for long. She's 93 &amp; she's lived her life already. She's not eating, &amp;, at this point, I'm not sure she can eat. They could put a feeding tube into her, but what's the use? She won't get any better. I don't really know her; she lived in Alabama until a couple years ago when we brought her up. 2 days ago we went over grandma's house to see Nanny. I sat by her bedside &amp; talked to her for at least an hour and a half. She didn't talk back, but I knew she understood what I was trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;Lately my thoughts have been straying to "Number 6" &amp; her funeral. I think I'm going to buy some black netting &amp; somehow attatch it to my fedora. I'll wear that to the funeral. &amp; my black turtleneck. &amp; a skirt. I pulled out my beads &amp; made a black choker. I'll wear that too. I don't think my mom will let me wear my paperclips to the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115133235368370577?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115133235368370577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115133235368370577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115133235368370577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115133235368370577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/catching-up.html' title='Catching-Up'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115047867564843726</id><published>2006-06-16T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:27:00.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wackity-Wack!</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda bored &amp; I've slowed down.....I've been hyper for the past 2 hours...I had to take the math final exam today...totally aced it. I'll be suprised if I got below a 98%. My mind was wandering during the test, &amp; it was kinda creeping me out.....I would do about 20 problems then think. "I could take over the world if I wanted to." Do another 20 problems then say to myself, "I'd get a male accomplice, get a P.O. box under 'John Aarons' then do something to some foreign country &amp; make them send the ransom money to the PO box. I'd make my accomplice get it. He would be 'John Aarons'. Technically, its not identity theft if you make up the person, is it? No. Improbable." Then I'd do another 20 questions &amp; I'd say, "I could send a bio-bomb to Bush if I really wanted to." Another 20 questions, "I bet I could hack into the CIA. With a little training &amp; a good coach, I bet I could." and later on. "I could cause a war.....sweet."  Once in a while, I'd look up at one of the really stupid cheerleaders that have no brain whatsoever in them &amp; I'd mutter to myself, "Fail. You're going to fail the test. I know you are. Then where will you be? &amp; you'll probly have to repeat the grade because you've failed math so many times....ahh, revenge is sweet, isn't it? Yes, yes it is....I will laugh in your face, come the report cards. I will show up at your door &amp; laugh in your face. In front of your mother, in front of your father, in front of your stupid little friends. Hell, I'd laugh at you in front of your really good friend that you claim is your boyfriend. Fail, my sweet. Fail, &amp; die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PostScript- because there's limited webpage viewing thingamajigy on this blog, if you know there was an article that you commented on &amp; you wanna see it, check the archives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115047867564843726?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115047867564843726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115047867564843726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115047867564843726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115047867564843726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/wackity-wack.html' title='Wackity-Wack!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115038426006061697</id><published>2006-06-15T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:11:00.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so weak....</title><content type='html'>I'm all better today, but I feel really weak. I'm craving artificial grape flavouring in a liquid form, &amp; thankfully we have grape-flavoured kool-aid packets. So I made that &amp; drank a glass. Now I'm eating a tortilla shell.....plain. Microwave it on high for 10 seconds &amp; you've got yourself a snack. Yes, I do eat plain tortilla shells. They're easy on the stomach &amp; they taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so friggin' bored right now....I know some people are home, but I can't contact them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115038426006061697?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115038426006061697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115038426006061697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115038426006061697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115038426006061697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-so-weak.html' title='I feel so weak....'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115031913773956729</id><published>2006-06-14T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:05:37.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recipe for Disaster</title><content type='html'>Never eat only cheetoes as your lunch. And then go for a vigorous bike ride. I just did that about 3 hours ago &amp; about 10 minutes ago.....tummy trouble! I'm fine now, but I'm not doing that again....good thing I don't have to go to school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much information, you say? Well, just for your pleasure, here's more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was I thinking while I was doing my "functions"? Filocamo's lesson on bile &amp; the digestive system came to mind. Well, when you have her at 8 in the morning, right before gym, &amp; you don't feel that well in the first place, &amp; she's talking about reverse digestive system.....that leaves a lasting impression. (good thing I wasn't queasy that day....all the girl know what I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115031913773956729?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115031913773956729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115031913773956729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115031913773956729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115031913773956729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/recipe-for-disaster.html' title='A Recipe for Disaster'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-115012774608952425</id><published>2006-06-12T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:55:46.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Exempt From the English Final!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm in English right now, but I'm in the computer lab cause I'm exempt from the final......&lt;br /&gt;Guess What???!?!? I'm bored yet hyper at the same time &amp; I really hate Mac keyboards........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAN PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trig is fun. Trig is so amazingly fun.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-115012774608952425?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/115012774608952425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=115012774608952425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115012774608952425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/115012774608952425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-exempt-from-english-final.html' title='I&apos;m Exempt From the English Final!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114989544334458228</id><published>2006-06-09T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:24:03.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My healing gemstones</title><content type='html'>My healing gemstones are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amber&lt;br /&gt;moonstone  &amp;&lt;br /&gt;blue topaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to gurl.com to find out yours &amp; read about these gemstones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114989544334458228?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114989544334458228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114989544334458228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114989544334458228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114989544334458228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-healing-gemstones.html' title='My healing gemstones'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114988806964218197</id><published>2006-06-09T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:21:09.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my color quiz results!</title><content type='html'>thanks for posting your love colour results on your blog, Rena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 width=500 bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25 valign=middle&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|color" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_color/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align=left&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#FFFFFF&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,626042,00.html?par=gu|blog|color" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;The Color Personality&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|aura" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;gURL.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_625823-5,00.html?par=gu|blog|color" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_color/blog/green.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#000000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My personality is...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font  size=5&gt;green&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You're a stable green... According to color psychology, you're persistent and ambitious and could probably have the world in the palm of your hand if you wanted it badly enough.  &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_625837-4,00.html?par=gu|blog|color" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#007AA2&gt;Read more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,626042,00.html?par=gu|blog|color" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#007AA2&gt;What color is your personality?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114988806964218197?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114988806964218197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114988806964218197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114988806964218197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114988806964218197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-color-quiz-results.html' title='my color quiz results!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114988533241302199</id><published>2006-06-09T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:35:32.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for girls...</title><content type='html'>I shave my legs,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I sit down to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And I can justify any shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't go to a barber, but a beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I can get a massage without a hard-on.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I can balance the checkbook,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I can pump my own gas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Can talk to my friends about the size of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My beauty's a masterpiece and yes, it takes long.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;At least I can admit to others when I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't drive in circles, at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And I don't have a problem admitting I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I never forget an important date.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You just gotta deal with it, I'm usually late.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't watch movies with lots of gore.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't need instant replay to remember the score.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I won't lose my hair, I don't get jock itch.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And just cause I'm assertive, Don't call me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Don't say to your friends, Oh yeah, I can get her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;In your dreams, my dear, I can do better!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Flowers are okay,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;But jewelry's best.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Look at me you idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not at my chest????&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;With Expressing my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I know when you're lying,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;You look at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;DON'T call me a GIRL ,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a BABE or a CHICK .&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I am a WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Get it?, you DICK!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114988533241302199?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114988533241302199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114988533241302199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114988533241302199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114988533241302199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/poem-for-girls.html' title='A poem for girls...'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114988140656686822</id><published>2006-06-09T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:30:06.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 width=500 bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25 valign=middle&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|lovestyle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_queen/blog/gURL_blog_logo.gif" border="0" alt="gURL.com" align=left&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#FFFFFF&gt;I took the &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,626041,00.html?par=gu|blog|lovestyle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;Love Style&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; quiz on &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com?par=gu|blog|lovestyle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFFFF&gt;gURL.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_625383-3,00.html?par=gu|blog|lovestyle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/gurl/play/quizzes/quiz_lovestyle/blog/yellow.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face=arial size=2 color=#000000&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font  size=5&gt;Storge/Yellow&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;According to John Allan Lee, yellow types would be happy to have a solid, supportive relationship and value this far more than physical or emotional intensity. Yellow types often find themselves falling in love with a best friend or a family friend without realizing it.   &lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/results/0,,605701_625383-3,00.html?par=gu|blog|lovestyle" target="_blank"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/play/quizzes/pages/0,,626041,00.html?par=gu|blog|lovestyle" target="_blank"&gt;What's your love style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a820.g.akamai.net/f/820/822/1d/i.ivillage.com/i/t.gif" width=10 border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#000000 colspan=4 height=25&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114988140656686822?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114988140656686822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114988140656686822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114988140656686822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114988140656686822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-lovestyle.html' title='My lovestyle'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114962496833957319</id><published>2006-06-06T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:16:08.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>666</title><content type='html'>Doesn't the word "apocolyps" sound especially appealing today?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the "curse" (whatever you wanna call it) is real?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what the Hell is exactly going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that on average, the Pentagon uses about 666 rolls of toilet paper each day?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the numbers 666 are hidden in bar codes, medical &amp; governmental records, &amp; the banking system?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you give letters numeric value, beginning with A=100, the name "Hitler" adds up to 666?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there really is a Hell, Michigan?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that "nemo" spelled backwards is "omen"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this an omen in itself? You be the one to judge.&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is: it would be pretty cool to have my 13th birthday on 6-6-06. Especially if it was on a friday. Oooo, weird! But, then again, I am weird. You should know that by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;almost&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lasted 24 hours without taking Motrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi   *is sexi, duh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114962496833957319?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114962496833957319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114962496833957319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114962496833957319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114962496833957319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/666.html' title='666'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114946410818516398</id><published>2006-06-04T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:35:08.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Song....3Doors Down - Not Enough</title><content type='html'>Seven days underpaid gotta&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Got no time for this life that&lt;br /&gt;I’m livin’ up&lt;br /&gt;Shackled down, kicked&lt;br /&gt;Around, now slave to the grind&lt;br /&gt;Need some time for myself&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you anything that you&lt;br /&gt;Want me to&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the time so&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get up with you&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have the time so&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get up with you&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t understand man&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to believe&lt;br /&gt;There is too much of you but&lt;br /&gt;There is not enough of me&lt;br /&gt;There is not enough of me&lt;br /&gt;Same old song world moves&lt;br /&gt;On while I’m still in bed&lt;br /&gt;Meet tomorrow today just to&lt;br /&gt;Get ahead&lt;br /&gt;Jump the gun on the run,&lt;br /&gt;I’m the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks that&lt;br /&gt;I’m fallin’ behind?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you anything that&lt;br /&gt;You want me to&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll get up with you&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Man you’ve got to believe&lt;br /&gt;There is too much of you&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough of me&lt;br /&gt;There is not enough of me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you anything that you want me to&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the time so I’ll&lt;br /&gt;Get up with you&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t understand man&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to believe&lt;br /&gt;There is too much of you there&lt;br /&gt;Is too much of me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you anything that you want me to&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have the time so I’ll&lt;br /&gt;Get up with you&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t understand man&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to believe&lt;br /&gt;There is too much of you but there&lt;br /&gt;Is not enough of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114946410818516398?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114946410818516398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114946410818516398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114946410818516398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114946410818516398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-song3doors-down-not-enough.html' title='Great Song....3Doors Down - Not Enough'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114946082518939952</id><published>2006-06-04T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:40:25.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For: do i really have to say?</title><content type='html'>3 Doors Down - So I Need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could step into my head, tell&lt;br /&gt;Me would you still know me&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up in my bed, tell me&lt;br /&gt;Then would you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Or would you simply let it lie,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get you out of this head&lt;br /&gt;I call mine&lt;br /&gt;And I will say&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I can’t let you go,&lt;br /&gt;My little girl&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re holding up my&lt;br /&gt;World, so I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your imitation of my walk and the&lt;br /&gt;Perfect way you talk&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a couple of the million&lt;br /&gt;Things that I love about you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I jumped off the Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;Bridge, tell me would you&lt;br /&gt;Still follow me&lt;br /&gt;And if I made you mad today, tell&lt;br /&gt;Me would you love me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Please&lt;br /&gt;Or would you say that you don’t&lt;br /&gt;Care, and then leave me&lt;br /&gt;Standing here&lt;br /&gt;Like the fool who is drowning in&lt;br /&gt;Despair and screamin’&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I can’t let you go,&lt;br /&gt;My little girl&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re holding up my&lt;br /&gt;World, so I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your imitation of my walk and the&lt;br /&gt;Perfect way you talk&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a couple of the million&lt;br /&gt;Things that I love about you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’m on my own&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I can’t let you go, my&lt;br /&gt;little girl&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re holding up my&lt;br /&gt;World, so I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your imitation of my walk&lt;br /&gt;and the perfect way you talk&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a couple of the million&lt;br /&gt;Things that I love about you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;br /&gt;So I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114946082518939952?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114946082518939952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114946082518939952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114946082518939952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114946082518939952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-do-i-really-have-to-say.html' title='For: do i really have to say?'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114944015212618662</id><published>2006-06-04T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:55:52.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days Grace- Animal I Have Become</title><content type='html'>I can't escape this hell&lt;br /&gt;So many times i've tried&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still caged inside&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me through this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see the darkest side of me?&lt;br /&gt;No one would ever change this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal&lt;br /&gt;(This animal, this animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape myself&lt;br /&gt;(I can't escape myself)&lt;br /&gt;So many times i've lied&lt;br /&gt;(So many times i've lied)&lt;br /&gt;But there's still rage inside&lt;br /&gt;Somebody get me through this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see the darkest side of me?&lt;br /&gt;No one would ever change this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me through this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wake me from this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape this animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you can see the darkest side of me?&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever change this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal I have become&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe it's not the real me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me tame this animal &lt;br /&gt;(This animal I have become)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114944015212618662?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114944015212618662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114944015212618662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114944015212618662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114944015212618662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-days-grace-animal-i-have-become.html' title='3 Days Grace- Animal I Have Become'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114943998513418803</id><published>2006-06-04T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:53:05.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down- Life of My Own</title><content type='html'>Living risky, never scared, wander&lt;br /&gt;Closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;Nothing valued think no fear, always&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why you’re here&lt;br /&gt;All your purposes are gone, nothing’s&lt;br /&gt;Right and nothing’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ventured, nothing gained&lt;br /&gt;Feel no sorrow, feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me while I’m still alive&lt;br /&gt;Kill me while I kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;Let me die on my own terms, let me&lt;br /&gt;Live and let me learn&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll follow my own way, and I’ll&lt;br /&gt;Live on to another damn day&lt;br /&gt;Freedom carries sacrifice, remember when this was my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward, not behind&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s got to cross that line&lt;br /&gt;Free me now to give me a place,&lt;br /&gt;Keep me caged and free the beast&lt;br /&gt;Falling faster, time goes by, fear is&lt;br /&gt;Not seen through these eyes&lt;br /&gt;What there was will never be, now&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind and cannot see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me while I’m still alive&lt;br /&gt;Kill me while I kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;Let me die on my own terms, let me&lt;br /&gt;Live and let me learn&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll follow my own way, and I’ll&lt;br /&gt;Live on to another damn day&lt;br /&gt;Freedom carries sacrifice, remember when this was my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me while I’m still alive&lt;br /&gt;Kill me while I kiss the sky&lt;br /&gt;Let me die on my own terms, let me&lt;br /&gt;Live and let me learn&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll follow my own way, and I’ll&lt;br /&gt;Live on to another damn day&lt;br /&gt;Freedom carries sacrifice, remember when this was my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114943998513418803?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114943998513418803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114943998513418803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114943998513418803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114943998513418803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-doors-down-life-of-my-own.html' title='3 Doors Down- Life of My Own'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114936462636297385</id><published>2006-06-03T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:57:06.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Taylor's are cool!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I got my first pair of Chuck Taylor's Converse All Star (wow, that's a mouthful) black low-tops. Just try to touch that, MC Hammer. O, that's right. You can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114936462636297385?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114936462636297385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114936462636297385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114936462636297385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114936462636297385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/chuck-taylors-are-cool.html' title='Chuck Taylor&apos;s are cool!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114936428645448952</id><published>2006-06-03T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:51:26.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Darien Lake!</title><content type='html'>Darien Lake was so much fun! I was in a group with Colin, Rena, Reese, Angela, &amp; Amanda. The tornado was amazing....I was screaming gay pride stuff the whole ride. Then these fitches came up to one of the people in our group &amp;, to put it bluntly, they were homophobic. So Reese went over &amp; was like, "go to hell" &amp; they got all pissy. I love no supervision. Our pose for the Viper was hillarious. We did the peace sign, but we put it under our mouths &amp; stuck our tongues out. The chick at the pic stand was all like, "what you did was offensive" &amp; she covered it up &amp; wouldn't let us see it.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into this store &amp; bought fake tongue rings. I'm wearing mine to school on monday....it looks so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114936428645448952?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114936428645448952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114936428645448952' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114936428645448952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114936428645448952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/06/darien-lake.html' title='Darien Lake!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114910509294422560</id><published>2006-05-31T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:51:32.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Concert Tonight!</title><content type='html'>I have a band concert tonight....gonna go blow my french horn! yea babi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my dance recital next weekend....anyone wanna come see me in my costume? if you do, you've gotta buy tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purrrrrrrrr........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114910509294422560?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114910509294422560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114910509294422560' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114910509294422560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114910509294422560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/band-concert-tonight.html' title='Band Concert Tonight!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114902023823326461</id><published>2006-05-30T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:17:18.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, I feel fat</title><content type='html'>When we made cinnimon rolls in home &amp; careers, we had a bunch of leftover frosting. They gave it to me. I just ate that bag of frosting. I feel fat. I have soccer practice tonight....not good. Fortunatly, my dad won't make us run as much cause its so hot....this is gross. &amp; its only gonna get worse. Damn the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114902023823326461?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114902023823326461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114902023823326461' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114902023823326461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114902023823326461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/ugh-i-feel-fat.html' title='Ugh, I feel fat'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114901622811933034</id><published>2006-05-30T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:10:28.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So close.....</title><content type='html'>I was soooooooo close to getting into a fight with Joe Parker today on the bus. He kept making fun of this guy Connor that he goes to speech with. He wouldn't friggin' leave him alone! &amp; then Sean butts in &amp; "holds Connor down so he can calm himself" but no one holds down his brother! Joe has been provoking Connor for the past month, &amp; nobody has done anything about it. They started 2 fights on the bus today, the bus driver finished them both. Tomorrow me &amp; Sarah are goin to Hunt to report Joe cause I'm sick of his bitchin about shit like this. Damn him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114901622811933034?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114901622811933034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114901622811933034' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114901622811933034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114901622811933034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-close.html' title='So close.....'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114886293813144703</id><published>2006-05-28T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:35:38.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with my tongue is fun.....</title><content type='html'>I'm still babysitting....we're currently listening to Alein Ant Farm's rendition of Smooth Criminal, courtesy of Mikey's yahoo account. I like playing with my tongue. I can make it skinny, or long, or short, or wide, or I can make it look like a humpback whale. Tongue's are amazingly cool things......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb3rs is over, &amp; now I've got nothing to watch Friday nights unless I want to watch repeats, which isn't that bad. Nobody's on at the present time, so those 2 poems I put on have gone uncommented. Please view them. The author needs to know your input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue's are cool. So is Trig. Trig is so amazingly cool. When you're bored or you're upset &amp; there's no one to talk to at the present time, Trig is there. Trig is ALWAYS there. WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE TRIG, DAMMIT! Sorry. I'm okay. Seriously. I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had amy other dreams, for those that know what I'm talking about, which is like, everyone. Ace knows. Ace saved me. Twice. Did you save me? NO! Why? CAUSE YOU AREN'T ACE OR TRIG, THAT'S WHY!! Okay. Seriously. I'm okay....Honestly. I'm just so freakin' bored. I need to do math right now. Or play with my tongue. Or talk to Ace. Which is out of the question right now. I'm chewing on a popsicle stick, &amp; I think I've got spinters in my tongue. Poor Tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114886293813144703?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114886293813144703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114886293813144703' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114886293813144703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114886293813144703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/playing-with-my-tongue-is-fun.html' title='Playing with my tongue is fun.....'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114885339646866628</id><published>2006-05-28T17:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:08:20.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.........</title><content type='html'>I'm babysitting right now....with my cousin. We are such big geeks. We talk about comics, mutants, X-men, geeky crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;He's amusing himself with our Sly Cooper video game...its quite funny because the video game master finally has a challange with the lower video games. He has no clue what the controls are, &amp; he keeps falling into the water. Me &amp; my sister are stuck on the last level, we can't quite get to the final part because we're missing one of the keys. So now we're just concentrating on getting all the clues in all the other levels.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114885339646866628?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114885339646866628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114885339646866628' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114885339646866628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114885339646866628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/blah.html' title='Blah.........'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114885212147947547</id><published>2006-05-28T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:35:21.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why won' t they stop? By: Anonymus</title><content type='html'>Shut Up!&lt;br /&gt;they won't stop...&lt;br /&gt;the memories...&lt;br /&gt;they're telling me to watch &amp; learn...&lt;br /&gt;Dreams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut Up!&lt;br /&gt;please stop...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see that...&lt;br /&gt;they're telling me its for my own good....&lt;br /&gt;Dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;Stop Controlling ME!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear you!&lt;br /&gt;they're telling me to listen to them...&lt;br /&gt;Memories....&lt;br /&gt;In the form of Dreams.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114885212147947547?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114885212147947547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114885212147947547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114885212147947547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114885212147947547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-won-t-they-stop-by-anonymus.html' title='Why won&apos; t they stop? By: Anonymus'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114885195663296687</id><published>2006-05-28T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:32:36.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Tell...I trust you. By: Anonymus</title><content type='html'>Don't tell!&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you&lt;br /&gt;If you tell, I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;I told you my heart&lt;br /&gt;I trust you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell!&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;No one must find out&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that knows&lt;br /&gt;I trust you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell!&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see me crying?&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what they'll do&lt;br /&gt;Only you know the truth&lt;br /&gt;I trust you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114885195663296687?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114885195663296687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114885195663296687' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114885195663296687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114885195663296687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-telli-trust-you-by-anonymus.html' title='Don&apos;t Tell...I trust you. By: Anonymus'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114868689052817096</id><published>2006-05-26T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:41:30.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace :'(</title><content type='html'>Ugh....I feel so deprived....&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to Ace in a couple of days....it might actually be a week....but there's a lot going on in my life right now, &amp; i feel bad cause he's missing it......he's someone I can talk to about different things....i'll always have my shannon, my hannah, my rena, my reese, my happydance, &amp; all those other non-bloggers......but he's not gonna say "o, my god bexi, go get help, you're gonna kill yourself!" when I have another dream (by the way, the total is now 5)......&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.....&lt;br /&gt;he commented on my blog, but I can't get to his....it says the URL cannot be found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114868689052817096?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114868689052817096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114868689052817096' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114868689052817096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114868689052817096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/ace_26.html' title='Ace :&apos;('/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114728993669709435</id><published>2006-05-10T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:44:38.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;soccer game yesterday. It was in East Aurora - about an hour away. We had just enough, but no subs. We won 5-2. I got the wind knocked out of me in the beginning of the 1st half. It only lasted about 10 seconds. When people finally noticed, I had just gotten up &amp; could breathe again. My dad, the coach, was right across the field &amp;amp; didn't even see me. O well. We still won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-BExi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114728993669709435?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114728993669709435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114728993669709435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114728993669709435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114728993669709435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114728977442188109</id><published>2006-05-10T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:44:19.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah is more influential then those drug vids in health...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was watching Oprah 2 days ago &amp; she was talking to prostitutes. This moved me. It flat out moved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its more effective than the vids they show in health. Its more effective than having people come in &amp;amp; preach to you about how dangerous sex is. I know I'll save sex for after marriage. After seeing that episode, hell yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BExi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114728977442188109?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114728977442188109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114728977442188109' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114728977442188109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114728977442188109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/oprah-is-more-influential-then-those.html' title='Oprah is more influential then those drug vids in health...'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114720203376274659</id><published>2006-05-09T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:13:53.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Fire Drills....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We had 4 friggin' fire drills today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1 during Music, 1 during Social, 1 during Home &amp; Careers, &amp;amp; 1 during Accelerated Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I know its a state law, &amp; you have to have a certain number of fire drills in the spring &amp;amp; fall, but not all of them in 1 day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Filocamo was okay today, we watched a vid on the skeletal system, &amp; she smiled the whole way through it like when we watch "science court". Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;School was pretty much boring if you don't count Kohler blowing up again, but that's like, every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-BExi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114720203376274659?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114720203376274659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114720203376274659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114720203376274659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114720203376274659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-fire-drills.html' title='I Hate Fire Drills....'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114711933640220122</id><published>2006-05-08T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:15:36.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace High!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He read my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He freakin' read what I wrote! &amp; he said it made him &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel pretty, o, so pretty! I feel pretty &amp;amp; witty &amp; &lt;strong&gt;GAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stop being so prejudice, gay people are cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-BExi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114711933640220122?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114711933640220122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114711933640220122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114711933640220122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114711933640220122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/ace-high.html' title='Ace High!'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27757951.post-114711400253517940</id><published>2006-05-08T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:48:51.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sooo crazy-hyped right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I absolutely adore this guy that I met at a party! I'm friends with his older sister &amp; he's a year younger than me. I tried to get him to dance with me, but he kept saying "I can't dance". That is sooo not true. If anybody knows anything about me, its that I'm pessimisstic &amp;amp; never see the bright side of anything. But, I really wanted to dance with him, so I told him he could. He's pretty good, once he loosens up. &amp; some more good news: I didn't act like the total slut I know I am! I got his email address from his sexy sister, &amp;amp; I started talking to him for hours at a time. He is sooo sweet! I absolutely adore him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He asked me if I could go rollerblading with him, but I couldn't. I had to get ready for my sister's birthday party. Then the next day, I had my sister's party. The day after that, yesterday, I had my dad's best friend's son's 4th birthday party to go to. I would go next weekend, but its mother's day. He asked me if my parents would flip if I had a boyfriend, &amp; I, unfortunatly, told him the sad truth. Yes, my parents would go ballistic. Then they would give me 3 thousand lectures on how I'm too young. &amp;amp; then they'd give me lectures on how he's too young. It sucks. But, I'm finding out stuff about him by emailing him almost every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went home sick today (my temp was 99.1), so I can't talk to him because he's not home. &amp;, he goes to another school. It completely sucks. But that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I completely adore him. His little sister Marisa told me at the party that he said I was HOTT! (can you believe I only had 2 people call me hott? &amp;amp; what's more, the first one was a wannabe pedophile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am, like, on cloud 9! Trillion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a random note, Trig is so much fun, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-BExi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Song I'm listening to: Steady as She Goes, THe Raconteurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27757951-114711400253517940?l=bexbabi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/feeds/114711400253517940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27757951&amp;postID=114711400253517940' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114711400253517940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27757951/posts/default/114711400253517940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexbabi.blogspot.com/2006/05/ace.html' title='Ace'/><author><name>Bexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14016339767950828878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
