<?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-5135423</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:21:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Gurl</title><subtitle type='html'>just please don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135423.post-108898965229577596</id><published>2004-07-04T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T18:07:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 4th of July!U S A Hooray.... lol..wow...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108898965229577596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=108898965229577596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108898965229577596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108898965229577596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-4th-of-july-u-s-hooray.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-108898958530740923</id><published>2004-07-04T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T18:06:25.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>98% of the teenage population does/has tried pot. If you're part of the 2% who hasn't, copy this in your journal. Wow only 2 percent.. suppose I'm proud. Technically I'm not a teenager but still..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108898958530740923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=108898958530740923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108898958530740923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108898958530740923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/07/98-of-teenage-population-doeshas-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-108544562445782751</id><published>2004-05-24T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T17:40:24.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog? yay! I am back to blogging!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108544562445782751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=108544562445782751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108544562445782751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108544562445782751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-yay-i-am-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-108242265793440319</id><published>2004-04-19T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T18:01:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey.. does this still work? yay!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/108242265793440319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=108242265793440319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108242265793440319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/108242265793440319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/04/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107587705100293005</id><published>2004-02-03T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:46:28.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hand holding - you like to be in constant physicalcontact with your special someone but you don'twant to take things too quickly. What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107587705100293005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107587705100293005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107587705100293005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107587705100293005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/02/hand-holding-you-like-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107465071285560184</id><published>2004-01-20T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:07:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self... WRITE MORE... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107465071285560184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107465071285560184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107465071285560184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107465071285560184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/01/note-to-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107465066553309731</id><published>2004-01-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:06:24.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Howard Dean  lost the Iowa caucus, third place. Kind of freaks me out but Dean is from Vermont, right next to New Hampshire, and the New Hampshire caucus will be held next tuesday. he probably could take the ticket on this one. If you want a change in this country, wanna turn around what the Bush admin. has done to us, you should be checking out this guy and supporting him all the way.  Enough</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107465066553309731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107465066553309731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107465066553309731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107465066553309731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-howard-dean-lost-iowa-caucus-third.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107343610547012927</id><published>2004-01-06T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:43:25.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Extended Christmas break =o). I truely love snow. The way it looks, smells, feels, tastes, yes tastes. 2004 is going to be a joyous year</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107343610547012927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107343610547012927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107343610547012927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107343610547012927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/01/extended-christmas-break-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107319766229822760</id><published>2004-01-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T22:29:18.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAURUS in 2004: GratificationThis year should be the calm after a long and horrendous storm. Not that the year will be perfect, of course, but it will be so much more stress-free that you'll feel as if the proverbial ten-ton weight has finally fallen from your shoulders. Your financial situation should improve and your lot in life seems far more attractive than it has appeared in a long time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107319766229822760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107319766229822760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107319766229822760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107319766229822760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/01/taurus-in-2004-gratification-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107319761664361576</id><published>2004-01-03T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T22:28:33.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cut off 9-12 inches. it's layered. I love it. so bouncy and light. it felt liberating to cut it all off. =o)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107319761664361576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107319761664361576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107319761664361576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107319761664361576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-cut-off-9-12-inches.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107302075146484397</id><published>2004-01-01T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:20:45.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a better way to ring in the new years then about a foot or more or snow! Wow... so beautiful =o) I guess it's predicted to snow until monday. This is 3 times in the past month or two. Also, tomorrow I am cutting off about 6 inches of my hair and dying it all one color, haven't decided what though. Oh, the house I went to a party at last night had an indoor pool, it was fun!Night kids</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107302075146484397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107302075146484397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107302075146484397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107302075146484397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2004/01/what-better-way-to-ring-in-new-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107275310976925011</id><published>2003-12-29T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:59:59.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh btw. I got a guitar for christmas! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107275310976925011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107275310976925011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107275310976925011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107275310976925011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/oh-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107275306669126409</id><published>2003-12-29T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T18:59:15.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It snowed again. Steve said he loved me. Hot brother's friends. New Shoes. Cheap Shoes. Shawn is funny."I Shall Believe"Sheryl CrowCome to me nowAnd lay your hands over meEven if it's a lieSay it will be alrightAnd I shall believeI'm broken in twoAnd I know you're on to meThat I only come homeWhen I'm so all aloneBut I do believeThat not everything is gonna be the wayYou think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107275306669126409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107275306669126409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107275306669126409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107275306669126409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/it-snowed-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107225365795507233</id><published>2003-12-24T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:15:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah! It's 12:13 am! Do you know what that meannnnnns? I didn't! But then I stopped reading other blogs and realized!!!! It's christmas eve! YAY! So.. Merry Christmas eve! nighty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107225365795507233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107225365795507233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107225365795507233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107225365795507233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/ah-its-1213-am-do-you-know-what-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107188068676516861</id><published>2003-12-19T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:43:48.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been SO testy lately. I really don't what's wrong. I think it's that I thought I got out all my anger about things that happened earlier in the year and even last year but I'm not sure I did anymore. I never really show how mad I am about things that have happened. I can't remember the last time I just let someone have. When they deserved it too. I think I thought I was shrugging it off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107188068676516861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107188068676516861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107188068676516861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107188068676516861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-been-so-testy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107172831084949348</id><published>2003-12-17T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T22:19:45.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just give me something. I'll take nothing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107172831084949348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107172831084949348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107172831084949348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107172831084949348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/just-give-me-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107155072575050421</id><published>2003-12-15T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:59:57.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to medford last weekend to stay with my grandparents, that I don't like, for the weekend. But anyways, most of the time we were shopping, christmas shopping that is. I got all mine done. Yay! On the way back home it was snowing like crazy in the mountains and passes.  all you could see was trees and snow. snow on trees. it was pretty. I have to get up at 5:30m am tomorrow for this: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107155072575050421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107155072575050421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107155072575050421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107155072575050421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/so-i-went-to-medford-last-weekend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107127829936453787</id><published>2003-12-12T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:19:26.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a dork. And you want me. YEAH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107127829936453787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107127829936453787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107127829936453787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107127829936453787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-dork.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107112362423526315</id><published>2003-12-10T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T22:21:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ain’t no talkin’ to this manAin’t no pretty other sideAin’t no way to understand the stupid words of prideIt would take an acrobat and I already tried all thatI’m gonna let him fly -mmmThings can move at such a paceThe second hand just waved goodbyeYou know the light has left his faceBut you can’t recall just where or whySo there was really nothing to itI just went and cut right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107112362423526315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107112362423526315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107112362423526315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107112362423526315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/aint-no-talkin-to-this-man-aint-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107086162584078121</id><published>2003-12-07T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:34:46.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we got our christmas tree today. it looks so purddy =o)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107086162584078121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107086162584078121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107086162584078121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107086162584078121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/we-got-our-christmas-tree-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107086102079214498</id><published>2003-12-07T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:24:41.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are Toca's Djembe Which Mraz-related item are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107086102079214498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107086102079214498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107086102079214498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107086102079214498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/you-are-tocas-djembe-which-mraz.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107086073345054199</id><published>2003-12-07T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:19:54.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kyan: Grooming Guru Which Member from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is your type? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107086073345054199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107086073345054199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107086073345054199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107086073345054199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/kyan-grooming-guru-which-member-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107076285620981032</id><published>2003-12-06T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T18:18:00.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. First Name? Emily2. Are you named after anyone? not my first name4. Which finger is your favorite? left hand, middle finger.. pointer one comes in second 5. When did you last cry? um.. thursday i think6.Do you like your handwriting? yes 7. What is your favorite lunchmeat? don't eat it, but i DID love turkey 8. Any bad habits? i am always late9. What is your most embarrassing CD on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107076285620981032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107076285620981032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107076285620981032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107076285620981032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107026117063953370</id><published>2003-11-30T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T18:18:13.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      Personality Disorder Test Results    Paranoid |||||||||||| 42%    Schizoid |||||||||| 38%    Schizotypal |||||||||||||||| 62%    Antisocial |||||||||||||||| 62%    Borderline |||||||||| 34%    Histrionic |||||||||||||| 58%    Narcissistic |||||||||||||| 58%    Avoidant |||||||||||| 50%    Dependent |||||||||| 38%     Obsessive-Compulsive  |||||||||| 34%        Take Free Personality </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107026117063953370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107026117063953370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107026117063953370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107026117063953370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/personality-disorder-test-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-107026115190137936</id><published>2003-11-30T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T18:18:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay...1- I got a fish. He's cute. His name is Gisuppe Nemo Paulo Sharkbait Jason Mraz Toca Gavin Maroon Steve Bob Randy Irwin.I don't know, I just couldn't decide.2- Thanksgiving was nice. Went up to Salem and had dinner at our friends new house. More friends were there as well. I did not however throw the turkey off the backporch. It was too heavy. I also got 3 hours of sleep and went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/107026115190137936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=107026115190137936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107026115190137936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/107026115190137936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106982073012860375</id><published>2003-11-25T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T18:18:40.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i am sick and dont have the energy to type out a whole page long thing about the concert. lets just say i have a major crush on gavin degraw now, not that he wasn't a cutie before anyways.  yeah i am sick AGAIN. i get sick basically every thanksgiving. i've alway got something wrong going on with my body around the holidays, it's a curse. looks like i cant run the 5 mile turkey stuffer mini </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106982073012860375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106982073012860375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106982073012860375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106982073012860375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-i-am-sick-and-dont-have-energy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106952809604030880</id><published>2003-11-22T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T18:18:57.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shopping and Maroon5 and Gavin DeGraw concert today! yay!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106952809604030880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106952809604030880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106952809604030880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106952809604030880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/shopping-and-maroon5-and-gavin-degraw.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106946613703925099</id><published>2003-11-21T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:56:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty ass song. They better play it tomorrow. Maybe not.. it gets me emotional.. like I need more of that."She Will Be Loved"Beauty queen of only eighteenShe had some trouble with herselfHe was always there to help herShe always belonged to someone elseI drove for miles and milesAnd wound up at your doorI've had you so many times but somehowI want moreI don't mind spending everyday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106946613703925099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106946613703925099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106946613703925099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106946613703925099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/pretty-ass-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106946601244153810</id><published>2003-11-21T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:56:52.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maroon5 and Gavin DeGraw tomorrow. Kyle hated maroon5, psycho, haha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106946601244153810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106946601244153810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106946601244153810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106946601244153810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/maroon5-and-gavin-degraw-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106938862688463860</id><published>2003-11-20T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:24:24.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight was so difficult but I dont wanna talk about the sad stuff.  Kyle loved to sing and he was very involved with his church group. So we all sang a little meledy of his favorite songs. When everyone was standing up singing at the top of their lungs and crying.. I dunno.. you could just FEEL him. Like he was wrapped round the room. It was just a beautiful, comforting feeling. I'll probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106938862688463860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106938862688463860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106938862688463860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106938862688463860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/tonight-was-so-difficult-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106919807565460694</id><published>2003-11-18T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:29:07.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no homework tonight. yay. kyle's memorial is thursday. not lookin forward to that one =o( love you kyle, sorry i only told you a few timesokay well time for oprah, bye</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106919807565460694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106919807565460694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106919807565460694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106919807565460694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/no-homework-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106913959744272951</id><published>2003-11-17T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:15:55.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am supposed to be doing homework. I am supposed to be sleeping. I am supposed to be taking a shower. I am supposed to be doing a lot of things. But I'll do them tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow I will do them. Maybe tomorrow will be easier.. it always gets easier. I just hate learning it this way.Kyle DeWitt hung himself on friday night after the football game. He killed himself exactly 9 months </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106913959744272951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106913959744272951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106913959744272951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106913959744272951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-am-supposed-to-be-doing-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106903551061964517</id><published>2003-11-16T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:16:24.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the White Rose: ThePure."I've been waiting in the dark for a longtime, shining my beacon of hope through theshadow.  If you see me, don't you hide youreyes from me."The White Rose is associated with purity, honor,and chastity.  It is governed by the goddessArtemis and its sign is The Cross, or Agape.As a White Rose, you are a person of your word.You may have a strong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106903551061964517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106903551061964517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106903551061964517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106903551061964517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/your-soul-is-bound-to-white-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106897160033360507</id><published>2003-11-16T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:16:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.Your greatest joy? concerts and friends2.Your secret fear? that god doesn't exist 3.The best advice you have ever received and from someone? I don't know, sheesh. Probably anything my sister or kevin t. has told me. 4.Your most embarrassing moment? That one time in like 3rd grade when my skirt flew up on the swings on the playground in front of all the cute boys was pretty bad.5.Your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106897160033360507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106897160033360507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106897160033360507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106897160033360507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106897025799567383</id><published>2003-11-16T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:16:46.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1- Paulo is still hot and is other friends are too(all from Brazil as well). We haven't kissed yet but oh well, lol. It's all a joke. I just love his accent and hair.2- Homecoming was fun. Danced with Paulo.3- 6 days to Maroon5 and Gavin DeGraw concert =oD4- The One I Owe YouHere's to our good timesHere's to the badHere's to the chatsand telephone callsHere's to the smilesand Here's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106897025799567383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106897025799567383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106897025799567383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106897025799567383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/11/1-paulo-is-still-hot-and-is-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106695859671152434</id><published>2003-10-23T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T18:23:16.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great new changes in my life =o)1- I met the love of my life... Paulo the hot brazilian exchange student with a hot accent and loves John Mayer *dreamy sigh*2- I'm a vegetarian now and I feel quite healthy and refreshed all the time. Though sometimes.. it's very hard.. VERYand this isn't a change but I finally got my tickets for the Maroon5/ Gavin DeGraw and others concert! Tiff and Kori we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106695859671152434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106695859671152434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106695859671152434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106695859671152434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/10/great-new-changes-in-my-life-o-1-i-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106602825737728279</id><published>2003-10-12T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:57:37.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I saw this in a friend's Blog or Journal or whatever and liked it.Things I want to do before I die.*Live in NYC for awhile or forever*Go to a college and grad school I love*Get a job I love*Fall in love again and keep it*Marry them*Have kiddies*get a tattoo*get a piercing other than my ears*travel europe*buy something expensive because I can*fail horribly at something*succeed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106602825737728279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106602825737728279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106602825737728279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106602825737728279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-i-saw-this-in-friends-blog-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106417494049391772</id><published>2003-09-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T13:09:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi, lol. Well um... so it's been awhile. Sorry, I got real busy when school started. Lots of stuff has been going on and happened but it's too complicated so I'll just forget it and start with today.  So today is Tiffany's 18th birthday party.. even though she doesn't turn 18 for two weeks... I am buying her a ticket to the M5 and Gavin DeGraw concert. I'm leaving in about 20 minutes so I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106417494049391772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106417494049391772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106417494049391772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106417494049391772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/09/hi-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106150567965157066</id><published>2003-08-21T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:41:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gibson Les Paul Studio Guitar, beautiful What Type of Guitar Are You brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106150567965157066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106150567965157066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106150567965157066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106150567965157066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/08/gibson-les-paul-studio-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106150329866524485</id><published>2003-08-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:02:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay sorry. It's not just you I've neglected. I haven't seen my friends for very close to a month. Withdrawls are taking place I swear..Michigan was amazing. My mom's family are the most beautiful, funny, caring, giving, gracious people in the world. They love me so much and I love them in return. My Grandma made it through the trip without having a heart attack or something crazy. She's movin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106150329866524485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106150329866524485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106150329866524485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106150329866524485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/08/okay-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-106029051446136033</id><published>2003-08-07T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T14:08:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ignore this i just need to have it somewhere~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am Emmy. Hear me rawr!If I knew all the words I would write myself out of here. If I was all the colors I would paint you pretty in gold in a picture, so I'm told little sister.  -Jason Mraz"What the heart has had and once owned; it shall never lose" -Henry Ward BeecherIf you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it's yours</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/106029051446136033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=106029051446136033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106029051446136033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/106029051446136033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/08/ignore-this-i-just-need-to-have-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105926503840660820</id><published>2003-07-26T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T17:17:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Liz Phair rocks! I wish Mraz and Phair were playing in a town near me, oh well. Life's not fair! CD's will just have to do =o)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105926503840660820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105926503840660820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105926503840660820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105926503840660820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/liz-phair-rocks-i-wish-mraz-and-phair.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105918168917471959</id><published>2003-07-25T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T18:08:22.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Jesse from Maroon 5How about you? Which Maroon 5 Member are YOU?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105918168917471959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105918168917471959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105918168917471959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105918168917471959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-am-jesse-from-maroon-5-how-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105918151078889612</id><published>2003-07-25T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T18:06:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Love Which Maroon 5 Song are You?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105918151078889612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105918151078889612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105918151078889612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105918151078889612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/this-love-which-maroon-5-song-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105909876680693523</id><published>2003-07-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T19:06:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>schizoid Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by Quizillalol, Bwhahahahahaha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105909876680693523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105909876680693523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909876680693523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909876680693523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/schizoid-which-personality-disorder-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105909787074407401</id><published>2003-07-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T18:51:10.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EARTH is your chinese symbol! What Chinese Symbol Are You? brought to you by QuizillaInnocent What's your sexual appeal? brought to you by Quizillayou are the cute but psycho happy bunny. Youadorable, but a little out there. It's alright,you might not have it all, but there are worse which happy bunny are you? brought to you by QuizillaHA, I totally love this one. Couldn't be more right.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105909787074407401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105909787074407401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909787074407401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909787074407401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/earth-is-your-chinese-symbol-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105909737277980314</id><published>2003-07-24T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T18:42:52.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Exotic Dancer Barbie.  You have some moves,and will do anything for a few bucks.  Take itoff girl, but keep it PG-13 please. If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be? brought to you by QuizillaWell. OOOOOkay then.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105909737277980314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105909737277980314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909737277980314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909737277980314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/youre-exotic-dancer-barbie.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105909708534222070</id><published>2003-07-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T18:38:05.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't believe I've ever wrote about it on here but ya'll should know I watch the reality tv show Paradise Hotel religiously. If any of you have watched it before, I know I am so sorry. It must be the worst of them all. My sister calls it a slutty survivor but after all she watches it too. So I think it must be magice or something. Yeah well anyways, it was on last night and I am so happy! The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105909708534222070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105909708534222070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909708534222070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105909708534222070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-dont-believe-ive-ever-wrote-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105900366443464328</id><published>2003-07-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T16:45:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. Alex drama is over because I decided I don't wanna be miserable. Hope he's happy now.Anyways I met a cool new guy through my friend Craig. His name's pat, he's a sweety, easy to talk to and he makes me laugh. I think after this sunburn cools down a bit we're gonna go do somethin. It will be bundles of fun.  I went to Fall Creek Lake on Monday all day with Tiffany. It was 97 degrees and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105900366443464328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105900366443464328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105900366443464328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105900366443464328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105877278311203837</id><published>2003-07-21T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T00:33:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm spendin the night at Tiffy's house. Yay!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105877278311203837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105877278311203837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105877278311203837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105877278311203837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/im-spendin-night-at-tiffys-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105877275717612468</id><published>2003-07-21T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T00:32:37.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love. awww...you just LOVE bunnies and rainbows andlollypops! just try not to mention all in thesame setence, as it tends to make peopleslightly ill. What Emotion are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105877275717612468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105877275717612468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105877275717612468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105877275717612468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/love.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105866945875044339</id><published>2003-07-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T19:50:58.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You represent... naivete.So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy attimes, but it's only because you're not surehow to act.  You give off that "I need tobe protected vibe."  Remember that not allpeople are good.  Being too trusting will getyou easily hurt. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by QuizillaThreat rating: High. The Bush administration isconcerned that it may not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105866945875044339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105866945875044339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105866945875044339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105866945875044339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/you-represent.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105851368181468397</id><published>2003-07-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T00:34:41.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALEX IS THE BIGGEST MOTHERFUCK ALIVE. I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN. WAY TOO MUCH. I'm gonna go cry now or something</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105851368181468397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105851368181468397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105851368181468397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105851368181468397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/alex-is-biggest-motherfuck-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105734987168693149</id><published>2003-07-04T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T13:17:51.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! *FIREWORKS-BOOM-BANG-POW-BANG-CRACK*I KISSED ALEX THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAYthe madness begins.. =o)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105734987168693149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105734987168693149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105734987168693149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105734987168693149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/happy-4th-of-july-fireworks-boom-bang.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105721409600621277</id><published>2003-07-02T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T23:36:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought this was cool. Someone posted this at the Jason Mraz message board. Makes me feel kinda nice insidescene: Manhattan, Soho area, Three Years Ago.A little wacky, not necessarily homeless woman (known asALWNNHW::"Hey lady."me ((also a little wacky, definitely not homeless---known as MAALWDNH::"yes, ma'am"ALWNNHW: "Hey lady. Did you know if you look up at night there are stars </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105721409600621277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105721409600621277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105721409600621277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105721409600621277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-thought-this-was-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-105694064578325092</id><published>2003-06-29T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T19:37:25.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright my bad. Not total rejection. He was acting like and ass for a couple days after I told him because his friend was over and I kind of threw it on him suddenly and he panicked and didn't know what to say back. Anyways he came over a few days after and apologized. He said he didn't know how he felt about me and that it would be hard for him to have a girlfriend or even be close to anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/105694064578325092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=105694064578325092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105694064578325092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/105694064578325092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/alright-my-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95906317</id><published>2003-06-21T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T19:48:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate rejection.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Music: Gavin DeGraw- Lay me on the water</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95906317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95906317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95906317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95906317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-hate-rejection.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95680401</id><published>2003-06-14T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:53:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which [Finding Nemo] characters are you?Aww =o) This is the cutest, funniest animated movie yet. I loved it! The baby turtles = precious and Dory was the sweetest, innocent thing!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95680401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95680401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95680401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95680401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/which-finding-nemo-characters-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95675335</id><published>2003-06-14T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T19:58:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I happen to know Alex doesn't read this blog and will make sure he never does.  So for all who don't know, Alex, other than Jerry, is my only other guy best friend.  Jerry lives in Japan, fun huh? No I miss him oodles.  Anyways, I have completely fallen madly in love with Alex. Maybe not love, I'm sure any adult would tell me it's not. Let's just say I love everything thing he does and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95675335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95675335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95675335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95675335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/alright-i-happen-to-know-alex-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95674723</id><published>2003-06-14T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T19:28:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone, see the "Shout Out" link at the end of my posts? They're comments! You can talk to me now, lol. Wait.. does anyone read this? Oh well. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95674723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95674723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95674723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95674723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/hey-everyone-see-shout-out-link-at-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95447387</id><published>2003-06-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T19:59:21.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which BRAND NEW song are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95447387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95447387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95447387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95447387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/which-brand-new-song-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95435855</id><published>2003-06-08T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T13:50:17.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PS- Our garden is blooming, and looks yummy and wonderful! Yay Nature!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95435855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95435855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95435855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95435855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/ps-our-garden-is-blooming-and-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95435665</id><published>2003-06-08T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T13:44:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 days, well not as long as I thought it had been.  Ya know, I never ended up writing a review for the Jason shows. And my pictures are still not scanned. So maybe I let you down but they'll be up and I'm not gonna rush it. I'm just gonna let it be my night. I'm gonna devour it and take it in because I am most happy there. Most happy crowded in a small room full of people singing the same thing I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95435665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95435665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95435665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95435665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/06/8-days-well-not-as-long-as-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-95023355</id><published>2003-05-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:06:44.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best weekend of my LIFE. No joke, I am so marrying Jason Mraz. He OWNED the damn place. I will write a review when I get my pictures. Night!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/95023355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=95023355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95023355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/95023355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/best-weekend-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-94820464</id><published>2003-05-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T00:47:55.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOOO much going on. I'll write a whole lot on.. monday? I think.. &lt;3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/94820464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=94820464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94820464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94820464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/sooo-much-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-94621096</id><published>2003-05-19T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T23:46:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baily, I miss you so much. 3 months.. it's crazy how time goes by.. even when you may not be having fun. I just want to say Hi and I wonder how you're doing? I hope it's well, we're getting better down here. It's weird saying "down here" and "up there". It's like another kick in the ass that you're not even in the same world as us anymore. Ya know on Saturday and Sunday I get to go see Jason Mraz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/94621096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=94621096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94621096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94621096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/baily-i-miss-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-94554208</id><published>2003-05-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T17:01:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have some of the best friends. On friday Kasia and Kori came home with me. It was nice out too so we walked back from school. When we got home we decided to eat top ramen raw, lol. We went out in my family room and put on music and were chatting about something and real suddenly Kori said something hilarious, evidently, because I didn't hear it, and Kasia sprayed a mouth full of top ramen all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/94554208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=94554208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94554208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94554208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-have-some-of-best-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-94490427</id><published>2003-05-17T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T00:32:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had so much fun today (yesterday)! I'm tired though so I'll be back on to write tomorrow! Night!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/94490427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=94490427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94490427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94490427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-had-so-much-fun-today-yesterday-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-94365069</id><published>2003-05-14T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T19:40:04.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know from 1996 to 2002, Emily has been the most popular over all girls names in the USA. Weird...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/94365069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=94365069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94365069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94365069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/did-you-know-from-1996-to-2002-emily.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-94364730</id><published>2003-05-14T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T19:34:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.. haven't a few things happened? It's been a week, a busy one. In a good way though, there was prom, my birthday, lots of friends, good new music, one week closer to Jason Mraz, lol. So prom was on Saturday and it was FUN!!! Jared looked very very nice. Yep, yummy. I loooove those blue eyes. I went over to Larissa's house to get ready with her and she pulled my hair back into a low classy bun</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/94364730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=94364730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94364730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/94364730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-93969520</id><published>2003-05-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T20:59:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am really sorry I haven't been posting. School has been keeping me so busy. Well no worries on that math test. I got 101%. I don't know these crazy math skills are coming from, I love my parents but.. they are not math people. I was in the best mood yesterday. Tiffany and I went running for an extra while and it was just lovely out. We ran into a lady painting on her easel and a little baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/93969520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=93969520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93969520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93969520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-am-really-sorry-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-93577497</id><published>2003-04-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T22:01:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was PERFECT outside and I went running for a long time with Tiff. It was nice. But now I am sooo tired again.. and I have a math test tomorrow. No stressing, no stressing. Ohhhhhhhhh. That was a big sigh. Gosh.. nothing to talk about... Well okay... I am gonna go. Toodles~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mood: Tired, DownMusic: Nick Drake- Pink moon More Jason Mraz Info Here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/93577497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=93577497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93577497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93577497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/today-was-perfect-outside-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-93513298</id><published>2003-04-29T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:10:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so tired today, literally. But ya know I'm also tired of school. I hate the stress. I think HS is just enough education, and I'm not even done with it yet. I mean I like to learn but 5 days a week, couple papers a week. Just gets to be a lot. I missed Gilmore Girls tonight and I miss Kev. I am talking to Toni and she said that he todl her he's leaving tomorrow. April 30th, which also happens</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/93513298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=93513298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93513298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93513298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-am-so-tired-today-literally.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-93434879</id><published>2003-04-28T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T18:18:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mondays normally horrible but I found out I have the highest grade in my math class! Woohooooooo! Mr. B must love me! Eww wait..... bad thoughts, bad thoughts... let's throw those away! I am so happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! 27 and 1/4 days until... JASON MRAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!What month should you have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/93434879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=93434879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93434879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93434879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/mondays-normally-horrible-but-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-93333818</id><published>2003-04-27T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T00:15:12.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Sign of Affection Are you and this new one have been my favorite quizzes so farSunset - You are the spark of inspiration, the fuelof the imagination, and the essence ofdestruction.  You are one of intense emotionand passion, a creator and a destroyer. When are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/93333818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=93333818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93333818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93333818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/what-sign-of-affection-are-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-93333364</id><published>2003-04-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T00:00:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry I haven't been writin' much lately but there's nothing to write about, except school. And who wants to hear about school? Well I'll write about what's goin' in the hizzouze anyways. I'm such a dork.. I went bowling with Craig, Alex and Kevin last night! Ma boys! I SUCK at bowling. But that's okay they are so entertaining. Especially Kevin he made just about pee my pants. See I haven't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/93333364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=93333364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93333364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/93333364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/sorry-i-havent-been-writin-much-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-92946416</id><published>2003-04-20T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T14:31:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY EASTER! I got Jason Mraz's two live cd's in my basket! The easter bunny gone done good this year.. Wee!So this is a poem I wrote for Baily last night when I couldn't sleep. No Title.. Let's call it... Baily ;o)Sweet Baby BailyTwo Months you've been goneand we all know that is far too longCan I have one more hug?Oh Lord I'd hold you ever so tightSense you breathingYour heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/92946416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=92946416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92946416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92946416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/happy-easter-i-got-jason-mrazs-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-92864801</id><published>2003-04-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T17:55:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's official. Tiffany can go with me to the Mraz concert and tickets are ordered. I have to pick them up will call though. I hate will call it sucks and make me nervous. Really nervous.. Well anyways it's okay because they ended up being only 30.00 for two tickets on jasonmraz.com and it was close to 40.00 on fastixx. I'm starting to do lots of street team things for the site though. You get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/92864801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=92864801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92864801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92864801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/so-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-92761601</id><published>2003-04-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T22:28:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a nice day. It rained but I didn't mind. I guess you get used to it living here. I like the rain half the time anyways, expecially when I am going to bed, puts me to sleep. Remember that John guy I told you about? Yeah well um, embarrassing.. I was sitting around at lunch with some friends and John walks by. So Kasia's stupid ass boyfriend yells at him to come over here and goes on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/92761601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=92761601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92761601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92761601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/today-was-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-92544917</id><published>2003-04-13T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T15:12:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was posted on the VCMB by sweetdang and I found it really beautifulTrue Friendship; An excerptI can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answer. I can't change your past with all its heartache and pain, or the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care. I can't keep your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/92544917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=92544917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92544917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92544917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-was-posted-on-vcmb-by-sweetdang.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-92521749</id><published>2003-04-13T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T00:34:22.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First it rained then there was a thunder and lightning storm. *Squeals* It made me so happy!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/92521749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=92521749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92521749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92521749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/first-it-rained-then-there-was-thunder.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-92464078</id><published>2003-04-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T19:41:55.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile eh? Sorry, I had a busy couple weeks with school. Monday marks a new term, yoga first period! Woop woop! Okay.. well the reason I was so happy before is because the day of the Maroon5 concert I get an email from Mandy telling me that JASON MRAZ is going to be playing here May 25th. My birthday is May 13th so it'll be one of my presents. I an so excited about it I can hardly stand</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/92464078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=92464078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92464078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/92464078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/its-been-awhile-eh-sorry-i-had-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91946607</id><published>2003-04-03T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T16:15:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS ONE OF THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE YETTTTTTTTTTTOMG OMG OMG I CAN'T BREATHENO IT'S NOT JUST THE MAROON5 SHOW OMG I G2G I'LL EXPLAIN TOMORROW. AFTER THE SHOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;3 THE HAPPIEST EMILY ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91946607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91946607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91946607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91946607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-is-one-of-happiest-days-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91891297</id><published>2003-04-02T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T20:33:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah. Okay I just realized something, ironic and kinda creepy. Baily was buried February 19th, 2003. This war started March 19th, 2003. I wonder what he would think of this war. I don't think he would approve. You have been gone for 1 month, 2 weeks and 4 days. It doesn't seem that long. Really, it only feels like a week or so. I miss you Baily *heaven hugs* Love you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91891297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91891297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91891297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91891297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91890796</id><published>2003-04-02T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T20:28:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAROON5 CONERT.. TOMORROW.. TOMORROW!! I can't say anymore.. it is going to fuckin' rock.Also. JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS. In Michigan we are going to go to my grandma's house for her 90th birthday. Well my sister, Jane, she is 20, is leaving from there a few days early to go where? NYC. Yeah that's right. My dream home/vacation place. She was there last christmas too. She saw the big tree be lit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91890796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91890796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91890796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91890796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/04/maroon5-conert.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91742431</id><published>2003-03-31T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T16:39:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was pretty too! I washed cars and went on a walk and just messed around outside all day. It's not as heavenly today but my period is gone and I'm clean and smell good. Yeah but today is also my last day of spring break. It's quite depressing. I don't care what those grown up people say, HS is not and will never be the best days of my life. I really should get around to talking about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91742431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91742431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91742431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91742431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/yesterday-was-pretty-too-i-washed-cars.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91623342</id><published>2003-03-29T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T15:33:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is the most beautiful day! It's just so wonderfully gorgeous and lovely out, yay! Forget writing a long blog, doing homework or organizing my room! I am gonna go play outside! =o) *twirls*PS- http://www.garyhartnews.com He has a new blog! Please please please check it out!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91623342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91623342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91623342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91623342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/it-is-most-beautiful-day-its-just-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91585990</id><published>2003-03-28T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T20:32:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the cutest quiz. My friend Mandy showed it to me. I got this one first but I hate chocolate, unless it's on junior mints! =o)discover what candy you are @ stvlive.comSo I thought that was just wrong and weird so I took it again.discover what candy you are @ stvlive.comMore like it. That works though because if you put those two together it's kind of me. Add in stubborn of course!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91585990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91585990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91585990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91585990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/this-is-cutest-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91571180</id><published>2003-03-28T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T14:32:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 2:20 and I'm still in my pajamas. But it's spring break, so I'm entitled to be lazy right? I love Steven. He sends me the longest emails about fun little things. I hate that I don't write back but personally I suck at it and would never have as much to say back. I will try to write back some for you Mister. Well I am not in such a good mood as yestreday so I will write about the depression </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91571180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91571180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91571180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91571180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/its-220-and-im-still-in-my-pajamas.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91531315</id><published>2003-03-27T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T22:43:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom says she is gonna take me shopping tomorrow.pick me out something nice for maroon5 to see at the show.woop woop.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91531315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91531315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91531315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91531315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/my-mom-says-she-is-gonna-take-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91530998</id><published>2003-03-27T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T14:21:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey it seems simple and it is I'm just dumb but I found out why Avril sounds good on this thing. It's just her and her guitar, no wait her and her band member playing the guitar that she is supposedly a genius with. That is one reason I hate her. BUT when it's just her and a guitar it sounds better. She should do her live performances like this. People would have more respect for her.Well I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91530998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91530998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91530998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91530998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/hey-it-seems-simple-and-it-is-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91462314</id><published>2003-03-26T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:03:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am watching Avril Lavigne's sessions at AOL. If you know me other than from this blog you'd know I have this mad passion for Avril.. OF HATE. But I am giving her some props here. She actually sounds semi decent singing: Things I'll never say, Complicated and Mobile. But then she sounds *drumroll here* ...good... singing Tomorrow. Yep I know, I actually said it. Avril sounds good singing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91462314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91462314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91462314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91462314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-am-watching-avril-lavignes-sessions.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91394683</id><published>2003-03-25T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T21:46:42.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm well.. I have no idea what to write about.. Tennesee is not having a primary. Do you know what a primary is? I do. Thanks, Kev ;o)Today was a really slow, nice day. I got up at 12ish and watched tv for an hour. Than I played basketball in the pouring rain in my pjs by myself. Afterwards I took a shower. I smell good. We have this soap and it smells like men's cologne. I love it. I also have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91394683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91394683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91394683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91394683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/hm-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91325635</id><published>2003-03-24T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T20:56:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is so much to say but I really and honestly don't feel like typing it out. So toodles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mood: Confused, I can't figure out my moodMusic: DMB- Crash Into MeThat song is so sexified and prettyful I love it.god you dumbass. What swear word are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91325635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91325635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91325635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91325635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/there-is-so-much-to-say-but-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91213855</id><published>2003-03-22T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T22:16:46.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have this friend...AND HE'S A FUCKING IDIOThe's a fucking idiot because he is so much smarter than he is acting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91213855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91213855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91213855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91213855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-have-this-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91211453</id><published>2003-03-22T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T21:11:37.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay for Janie! I love my big sister. We got to hang out all day. Yay! She brought me to her new apt first. It's so ghetto lol. But I think it's cute. Plus they have a HUGE ASS tv. Desi is a rich little girl. She told me I could stay there whenever I needed to. She rocks. Then we went shopping. Lots of shopping. At the mall we both got two skirts, a shirt and panties, lots of panties. =o) We ate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91211453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91211453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91211453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91211453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/yay-for-janie-i-love-my-big-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91194978</id><published>2003-03-22T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T13:38:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't get to see my sister last night =o( I guess she wanted to get things un-packed already so my Dadda just dropped her and boxes of things off at Desi's apt. I love Desi, she is a sweetie pie and makes a good roomate apparently. Anyways she just decided to stay there and he came home. I was sad =o( It's okay though, she's coming over today. Today is officially the first day of my spring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91194978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91194978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91194978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91194978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-didnt-get-to-see-my-sister-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91159924</id><published>2003-03-21T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T19:07:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have never been so happy in quite a few years. It was like utopia for a hour. I go running everday for 2 miles or so. But today it was raining. No not raining, POURING. I mean POURING. So I meet Tiff halfway up the street and we get off my street. I see this huge puddle and say "Look at it Tiff, it wants me". She says "LET'S GO!" and we both just run towards it and jump in it. We splashed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91159924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91159924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91159924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91159924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-have-never-been-so-happy-in-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91103704</id><published>2003-03-20T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T20:27:36.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So first off a thank you to Kevin (http://www.gettinginthegame.blogspot.com) for introducing me to Gary Hart. He says basically what I would say if I were a smart politician =o) This article came from http://www.garyhartnews.com"Gary Hart's Statement on the War History alone must be the judge of the justice and necessity of our current war. I have argued, unsuccessfully, for permanent, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91103704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91103704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91103704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91103704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/so-first-off-thank-you-to-kevin.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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-5135423.post-91102104</id><published>2003-03-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T19:58:10.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leavesyour partner bedazzled and maybe even feelinghe/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kissthat never lessens and always blows yourpartner away like the first time. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by QuizillaHow fun, come and get it boys ;o) lol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/feeds/91102104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135423&amp;postID=91102104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91102104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135423/posts/default/91102104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofagurl.blogspot.com/2003/03/you-have-entrancing-kiss-kind-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02280215227006016309</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></feed>
