<?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-8885220</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:40:54.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885220.post-110746867162981626</id><published>2005-02-03T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:11:11.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e.e I haven't updated</title><content type='html'>Well, there are quite a few things new in my life right now. Andrew's mother went of the deep end, and now Andrew is back in California. I probably won't see him again. I wanted to see him while he was in memphis, but I didn't have the chance. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Fournier Learning Strategies now, which totally kicks ass. My favorite class is Art, of course, but my second is History and Philosophy. I get to study and philosophize at the same time. It's a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I met a guy named David, and he's so awesome. We're both gaming geeks e.e I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could still see Andrew though. Now that he's moved away, I guess I've almost completely given up.&lt;br /&gt;My teacher, Ms. King had a stroke, and has become brain dead. They're probably going to pull the plug on her soon.  I'll update again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-110746867162981626?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/110746867162981626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=110746867162981626' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110746867162981626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110746867162981626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2005/02/ee-i-havent-updated.html' title='e.e I haven&apos;t updated'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8885220.post-110429295730277037</id><published>2004-12-28T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:02:37.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew is coming home</title><content type='html'>I am so happy. So very happy. I was just talking to him, and his step mother and his dad are letting him come home.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let this oppurtunity slip. I have to see him more often! &lt;br /&gt;Tsunami in Thailand is devastating. Right now the death count is 50,000, but they haven't completed the count yet.&lt;br /&gt;"The smells are like you've never smelt before" (news reporter)&lt;br /&gt;Dead, bloated rotting bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-110429295730277037?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/110429295730277037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=110429295730277037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110429295730277037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110429295730277037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/12/andrew-is-coming-home.html' title='Andrew is coming home'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-110374887028433280</id><published>2004-12-22T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T12:54:30.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago SUCKS</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Chicago yesterday. That was the trip from HELL. You have no idea how miserable it was. Just to summarize, I was with my cousin, my mother, my aunt and my uncle. ALl nazis.  It was fucking freezing, the wind blew like crazy, and my leather duster didn't do SHIT to help any of that.&lt;br /&gt;So then, I find out mid-trip, I'm no longer going to Lausanne. Why? Because now I'm going to Fournier.   As cool as this is, I think about leaving everyone at my school, ESPECIALLY Kevin. I don't know what I'm going to do without him every day.  And Barrett. And Connie. And Aly. And Toby. And Devin... and the list just goes on. I don't know what I'm going to do.  I don't know what to tell The Inklings, or The Order of the Phoenix.  I feel immensely happy, but I'm really burdened with 'leaving' these people. So many of them have asked me what their going to do without me. I didn't really know I was that important to most of them, but personally, my education is of immense importance, and I can still maintain my friendships with them outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is in California, and apparently his parents are wanting him to live there. He's decided he's not going to, I just hope that they give him that option in the long run.  *Sigh* I guess I'll just have to hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I should be in Las Cruces, New Mexico tomorrow, but I don't know how that's going to work out, because currently it is sleeting and the Airports are being shut down. I'll let you know if I don't go. If I do, then you probably won't hear anything from me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-110374887028433280?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/110374887028433280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=110374887028433280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110374887028433280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110374887028433280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/12/chicago-sucks.html' title='Chicago SUCKS'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-110236732685936767</id><published>2004-12-06T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:08:46.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are coming</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;Things are lightening up. I have successfully befriended Toby (Ten spiritual points for Merideth!)&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful birthday party, and I haven't eaten anything but pecan pie for the entire weekend.  I got DDR Ultramix 2 for my birthday, and I'm in love. I want to play it when I get home, but I'm grounded because my dad is on his period. &lt;br /&gt;I saw Shaun of the Dead, and it was worth a couple of laughs. The best part was when the zombie came into the house and Shaun and Ed just flipped out.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I were laughing so hard. &lt;br /&gt;I finally got Mechanical Animals onto a CD... (Thank God) I have had it on my computer forever, but I've just been too lazy to burn it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my wonderful presents from Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew got me a star-studded collar with a name tag, which I promptly put on and wear daily.  He also got me a Korean manga which is beautifully drawn, but the plot kind of bothers me. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Then he got me three little notebooks, each smaller  than the one before, and they are yellow with the silhouttes of Jack and Sally on the front.&lt;br /&gt;He also burned me a CD, and lastly wrote me a love letter. &lt;br /&gt;And... you know what I gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;? Only a lousy fifty dollars. I felt bad about that, but I couldn't really smuggle anything else to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met Adam at the movie theater this weekend (YAY) and saw Christmas with the Kranks with Hunter, Amanda, Adam and Steven. DO not see this movie if you can avoid it. It is AWFUL. The only good scene is when Tim Allen recieves a botox injection and attempts to eat.  *Immitates Tim Allen and pokes her face with a fork* "Amazing...."&lt;br /&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/8885220-110236732685936767?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/110236732685936767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=110236732685936767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110236732685936767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110236732685936767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/12/exams-are-coming.html' title='Exams are coming'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-110182501287612023</id><published>2004-11-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T06:30:12.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays</title><content type='html'>Exams are coming. My head HURTS.  Maybe it's because I have fucking MANSON screaming into my ear. Ugh. *Changes song* &lt;br /&gt;Ah.... Eurthymics. Much better. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I've been talking to Hunter and Adam alot lately (Yay!), and Ashley got my present from Andrew, but she's holding out until Friday, cause it's closer to my birthday.  Which, is December 4. &lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Barrett just tried to get me to join a site, but I couldn't cause you have to be sixteen or older. It didn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; my birth date as an option. It only went to 1988.  And I told Barrett that I had to be sixteen or older, and he just looks at me for a second and goes... "So...?" &lt;br /&gt;"Barrett... I'm fifteen." (Meaning next week.)&lt;br /&gt;"When's your birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;"December 4."&lt;br /&gt;"Well just wait another week, and then join."&lt;br /&gt;"No... I can't."&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be sixteen this weekend. Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cause... I'm fourteen now. I'll be fifteen this weekend."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your  fourteen!?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh.. yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Did you lie to me about your age?"&lt;br /&gt;"....no. "&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM!&lt;br /&gt;I just about died laughing. Seriously. That was awesome.  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Hunter and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter= really awesome guy I met the other night at the play. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;Adam= Hunter's really cool friend who looks at pictures of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them both alot, and I really want to meet Adam! ^_^ We're planning something this weekend.  Yayness! *Dances* &lt;br /&gt;April emailed me, and she was really upset, cause the last time I talked to her I sounded like a suicidal lunatic, and didn't talk to her for a week.  I love her to death. Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to church in two weeks. Starting to miss cool people in youth group, specifically Alex and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin got kinda pissed at me, cause Woody told him about a post I wrote, which included Kevin's brother. He called me after I had a fight with my mother, and that was just... great timing.  Lemme tell you. Grr. Took post down. Think it's cool between me and him. There is a distance now, but hopefully that'll go away. After all, we haven't seen each other in like a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-110182501287612023?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/110182501287612023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=110182501287612023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110182501287612023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110182501287612023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/11/tuesdays.html' title='Tuesdays'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-110106998303815750</id><published>2004-11-21T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:46:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CANDY ZOMBIES</title><content type='html'>THEY'VE TAKEN DIB!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Yesterday, I went over to Kevin's house, then to Justin's, with Drexel, Justin K., Justin Moss, and played Halo 2, Monkeyball and DOA Beach Volley Ball. &lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the play. &lt;br /&gt;Saw Philip pretend to be in love with Sarah. Felt sad. But then I met Hunter! ^_^ That was the highlight of my evening.&lt;br /&gt;Still felt fragile and stupid. I wish I didn't care. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;The play was great though. Nathan was SO funny.  School was great. I actually did my homework, and am currently passing all my classes. &lt;br /&gt;Nathan gave me a rose last night, and wouldn't stop hugging me.  Sarah talked to me, as well as Lindsey. They really helped. &lt;br /&gt;So now that I've made an idiot of myself, and seem like an angsty teenager, I would like to redeem myself with the fact that I know in two years I won't even remember his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-110106998303815750?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/110106998303815750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=110106998303815750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110106998303815750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110106998303815750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/11/candy-zombies.html' title='THE CANDY ZOMBIES'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-110011785893780755</id><published>2004-11-10T11:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:19:35.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merf.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I fell drained; as if I'm just walking around. I'm sooooo tired. I just want to collapse and fall asleep. My class has fully irritated our Ancient World History teacher, and she is threatening to kill us. =D&lt;br /&gt;... and a check mark for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I have Will after school today *Bounces happily* so I'll probably be feeling better by the time you read this. &lt;br /&gt;*Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;Kevin is really sick, and he missed school yesterday. He's on lotsa medication now; he's been sick for probably three weeks now. -.-;; I just hope I don't recatch this again. I've already had it, courtesy of Kevin, twice, and it is quite an unpleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;barrett says he's going to buy me a Save the Gnomes messenger bag&lt;br /&gt;I hope he does.&lt;br /&gt;www.freethegnomes.com&lt;br /&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/8885220-110011785893780755?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/110011785893780755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=110011785893780755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110011785893780755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/110011785893780755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/11/merf_10.html' title='Merf.'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-109968603219260842</id><published>2004-11-05T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:20:32.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week is over</title><content type='html'>And no school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Score.  &lt;br /&gt;     And on a note, I can't stop staring at Philip, although I won't let him make eye contact with me.  Whether or not he wants to.  I don't care, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Lie.&lt;br /&gt;*Bangs head on wall*&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still like him?  Why!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  here's a pic of me at the pumpkin run.  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/12035370/  more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-109968603219260842?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/109968603219260842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=109968603219260842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109968603219260842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109968603219260842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-is-over.html' title='Week is over'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-109932085149319694</id><published>2004-11-01T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:48:35.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="You represent... insanity." src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289714_Ainsanity.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent... insanity.You're quite a quirky little creature. You're&lt;br /&gt;emotions are varying. You may appear childish&lt;br /&gt;and innocent, but you have a tendency to freak&lt;br /&gt;out. You're incredibly random, but it's good&lt;br /&gt;to be unique. People know you're an odd one,&lt;br /&gt;but you certainly don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halloween was quite interesting. On Sunday I went trick or treating with Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday I was lying in red corn syrup posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as a dead person all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw Philip and Nathan do improv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate hot dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Made little kid throw up. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-109932085149319694?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/109932085149319694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=109932085149319694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109932085149319694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109932085149319694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-109900255883043365</id><published>2004-10-28T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:48:56.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so.</title><content type='html'>I knew I was right. Philip was bored of me, and therefore he went and kissed Chrissy Brouthers, of all people. Is she really more attractive than me? More appealing? I mean... I tried so hard to make him happy, and then he just shoved in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did try too hard. But I treasured him so much. My face is red an' puffy. It's been this way since eight thirty, when I saw the info on Barrett's screen and finally made him tell me about Chrissy and Philip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if he did kiss her, I would have been willing to take him back, because I did fall in love with him. You shouldn't ever love people. They just use you when they know about it. So, in short, I have cried, all day, I am thouroughly upset, and this has been the worst day in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry in front of him though. That was a plus on my part. When I hugged him the last time though, I had to run away because I was in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;Barrett posts on Philip's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught it on my screen when i was typing.&lt;br /&gt;cant you clear this up with Chrissy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I probably should just not be her friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip I want you to pick either merideth or chrissy as a friend and stick with ONE, that way I can sort out my feelings for you and the other two.Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;~zesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm assuming he's talking about me.  And I can't afford to lose Barrett and Philip.  There the only reason I'm still at school.  That and Kevin.  My life is a fucking soap opera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-109900255883043365?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/109900255883043365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=109900255883043365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109900255883043365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109900255883043365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so.'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-109890944087947091</id><published>2004-10-27T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T12:29:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of dark person am I?  Why do you care?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Contrast" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073912267_nGirlColor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark shadow. Something has drawn you into darkness&lt;br /&gt;in the past, and you're now trying to get out&lt;br /&gt;of it. The darkness is already inside you, and&lt;br /&gt;getting it out will be hard, but if you try,&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day you can be who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;again. Don't give in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What kind of dark person are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-109890944087947091?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/109890944087947091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=109890944087947091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109890944087947091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109890944087947091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-kind-of-dark-person-am-i-why-do.html' title='What kind of dark person am I?  Why do you care?'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-109890358470033709</id><published>2004-10-27T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T11:59:44.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Pout*</title><content type='html'>Oh look, look!  I have nothing to write about!  Except for now instead of thinking Philip is bored of me, I know!&lt;br /&gt;He's going through a phase or something, and Zesty and me don't know what to do. =(  It makes me so unhappy not to be able to help Pip.&lt;br /&gt;Order of the Phoenix photos are going to be taken after school!  Mrs. Reese is giving us a page in the yearbook this time around.  Last year, the Inklings weren't in the yearbook, even &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; we had been set us a school sponsored club.  This year, the Order of the Phoenix is &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the yearbook, but we aren't actually a part of the school.  It may be supported by Mr. Blackmon and Mr. Reese, but we in no way support the school.  We just use it's facilities.  =D &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/8885220-109890358470033709?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/109890358470033709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=109890358470033709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109890358470033709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109890358470033709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/10/pout.html' title='*Pout*'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-109884331821996769</id><published>2004-10-26T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:15:18.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2172/640/I_Fell.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2172/320/I_Fell.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-109884331821996769?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/109884331821996769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=109884331821996769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109884331821996769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109884331821996769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/10/me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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-8885220.post-109880089664124933</id><published>2004-10-26T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:28:16.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, looky here.  I have a blog now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought I would actually waste my time blogging, but now it seems that&lt;em&gt; I &lt;/em&gt;have been reduced to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isn't it great? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;School is going pretty well, but I think that Philip is getting bored with me or something.  He&lt;/span&gt; doesn't talk to me, and he never calls me anymore.  Maybe I'm just overreacting; Pumpkin Run is soon, and he did ask me to go see Dracula with him on Sunday.  Right now, we're emailing each other during Creative Writing, and he's telling me how gross a story I wrote was.  I guess it was pretty disgusting; I just don't remember most of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-.-;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slowly, the emails are getting shorter and shorter.  We were great in the beginning, but now it's the ending, and it feels like things are slowly spiraling downwards.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope they aren't.  I like him so much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8885220-109880089664124933?l=pepperidg3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/feeds/109880089664124933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8885220&amp;postID=109880089664124933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109880089664124933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8885220/posts/default/109880089664124933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepperidg3.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-irony.html' title='Oh, the Irony'/><author><name>The Doll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018594500285575939</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></feed>
