<?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-6484953</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:58:10.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am gilderoy</title><subtitle type='html'>bang bang bang
and you should be too</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-108061358163329332</id><published>2004-03-29T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T18:29:56.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/francescadez/1063165760_tintoaster.jpg" border="0" alt="I don't want a toaster."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Furnulum pani nolo.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want a toaster."&lt;br /&gt;Generally, things (like this quiz) tend to tick you&lt;br&gt;off.  You have contemplated doing grievous&lt;br&gt;bodily harm to door-to-door salesmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/francescadez/quizzes/Which%20Weird%20Latin%20Phrase%20Are%20You%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool am i?&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you, very&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-108061358163329332?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/108061358163329332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/108061358163329332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061358163329332' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107958347284866138</id><published>2004-03-17T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T20:23:27.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am 89% Evil Genius&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/111/4.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am pure evil.  I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107958347284866138?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107958347284866138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107958347284866138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958347284866138' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107957994551309830</id><published>2004-03-17T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T19:22:24.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.. i have had the best day today, but there is a lot of news to get through before we get to the jubilance.  first, i broke up with phil, and i now have another bf.  his name is John, and he is the best guy ver.  he is so sweet.  he swends me these emails saying how much he misses me, even if its only feel a few hours.  hes staying in cali right now, but were both gonna be in ny for sb.  its gonna be awesome.  i cant wait, its gonna be so good.  the onlly thing i know about him that isnt perfect is that hes not tall, but thats not that big of a deal.  anyways, he sent me flowers today, and theyre so pretty.  i have to go but the song of the day is................. drum roll please.......................................................................................................................................................................................  are you gonna be my girl by jet, because its awesome, its on the ipod commercials&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if already used it, but oh well if i did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107957994551309830?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107957994551309830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107957994551309830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957994551309830' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107928743180116706</id><published>2004-03-14T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T10:07:06.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.  went to hanna's party last night.  her birthday was friday, so she had a party.  it was so fun.  i miss hanging out with her  sooooo much.  any ways, the details will be later.  anyways, phil is mad at me for talking to John.  John is my friend, and he just moved to cali with his family, so weve been tlking online... and he sent me an email that said hey sugar as the subject.  Phil saw it, and i strongly suspect he took it the wrong way--- cause he doesnt know Phil.  anyways, hes mad, and iut pisses me off, cause i'm in a really good mood, asnd hes ruining it.  anyways, john is so bad off-- thats what his email was about.  he was playing soccer, and someone kicked him in the back-- so he had to go to the doctor, and i feel so bad for him, cause hes really upset about it, cause he isnt a violent person, and they did it on purpose.  anywasys, phil is stupid, and john is more important than him at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna write the rest of the news--- i'm gonna go skip out side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107928743180116706?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107928743180116706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107928743180116706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928743180116706' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107871921384175802</id><published>2004-03-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:16:38.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;1. guys&lt;br /&gt;2. latin&lt;br /&gt;3. my fucking dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I'D LIKE TO LEARN&lt;br /&gt;1. to play the drums or the bass&lt;br /&gt;2. astronomy&lt;br /&gt;3. things... (shifty eyes, gives a naughty look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;1. old surfer shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Phil's boxers (I've had them for quite sometime now)&lt;br /&gt;3. favorite polka dotted undies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. have a meaningful relationship&lt;br /&gt;2. go to college&lt;br /&gt;3. live outside the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm sued to be a partier&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a music fanatic&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm gonna be a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. damnit&lt;br /&gt;2. shit&lt;br /&gt;3. ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO&lt;br /&gt;1. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;2. cali&lt;br /&gt;3. germany (good beer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES THAT I GO BY&lt;br /&gt;1. molly&lt;br /&gt;2. sexy beast&lt;br /&gt;3. bad mamma jamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE OR HAD&lt;br /&gt;1. lazecorpseah&lt;br /&gt;2. used to be lovemylipsido&lt;br /&gt;3. yeah, ahvent had 3, have i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER OF...&lt;br /&gt;-piercings= 2, ears, and one more&lt;br /&gt;-tattoos= 1 and it hurt like hell, and I dont remember getting it, i was so drunk&lt;br /&gt;-height =5 ft 6in, i think&lt;br /&gt;-shoe size = 9&lt;br /&gt;-hair color = brown now, but red in the summer&lt;br /&gt;-siblings = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST...&lt;br /&gt;-song you listened to = this love- maroon 5, it makes me so happy, but its over palyed like mess&lt;br /&gt;-song that was stuck in your head= 99 red balloons, it was the germany part, so i dont know the words, so it sucked&lt;br /&gt;-cd you listened to = ummm.... led Zeppelin 4/ i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO...&lt;br /&gt;-you have a crush on someone = yes, but i'm getting over it&lt;br /&gt;-you wish you could live somewhere else = sometimes, but mostly no&lt;br /&gt;-you want more piercings = no, 2 is enough&lt;br /&gt;-you drink = used to, but i dont anymore&lt;br /&gt;-you do drugs = have, but had some bad trips, so no more, ever again&lt;br /&gt;-you smoke= nope gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR OR AGAINST...&lt;br /&gt;-teenage smoking= against&lt;br /&gt;-doing drugs = against&lt;br /&gt;-driving drunk = against&lt;br /&gt;-gay/lesbian relationships = fopr, as long as the commitment is the same as with heterosexual marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;-food = ummm... potatoes, probly, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;-song = stairway to heaven- led zeppelin, best song ever&lt;br /&gt;-thing to do = ummm, I dont know, play football, fight?&lt;br /&gt;-thing to talk about = sex drugs and rock and roll... no, i dont know whatever amkes sense at the time&lt;br /&gt;-sports = football and basketball&lt;br /&gt;-clothes = thrift stores, or maybe target, old jeans are the best&lt;br /&gt;-movies = monty python, newsies, office space, detroit rock city, a walk to remember, the new guy, beaiuty and the beast&lt;br /&gt;-band= no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;-ever cried over a boy = no.... yes, a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT...&lt;br /&gt;-shampoo do you use = paulmitchell teatree&lt;br /&gt;-shoes do you wear = flipflops or allstars&lt;br /&gt;-is your desktop background = julius peppers tackling some dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER...&lt;br /&gt;-of times I have been in love? = no idea, probly once&lt;br /&gt;-of guys I have "gone out" with? = ummm... lets not go into that&lt;br /&gt;-of guys I've slept with? = 1, but lets not talk about it, ever&lt;br /&gt;-of drugs taken illegally? = 4, but not more, ever&lt;br /&gt;-of my life type friends? =ummm... i'm thinking 4 now, but thats just a guess&lt;br /&gt;-of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? = no idea, a lot&lt;br /&gt;-of scars on my body? = dont make me count, probly about 70, i'm clumsy as hell&lt;br /&gt;-of things in my past that I regret? = a lot, but what is done is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;-disney movie = beauty and the beast&lt;br /&gt;-word = vwat&lt;br /&gt;-nickname = bad mamma jamma&lt;br /&gt;-eye color= stupid question, but green&lt;br /&gt;-tv show = umm... gilmore girls&lt;br /&gt;-class= umm.... none of the above, latin, if mr stapleton liked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this survey took forever, and its all true god damnit, but you know hey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107871921384175802?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107871921384175802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107871921384175802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871921384175802' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107871522353834391</id><published>2004-03-07T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:10:08.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is sunday, and i got up so late, it was sooooooo nice.  i thkn i got up at 1?, maybe 2.  i got up, went shopping with my mom, and then went and finished unwallpapering one of the walls in the bathroom.  my mom has decided that we're only doing 2 of the bathrooms, so I only get the chance to make 60 bucks, rather than 90.  But then again, I can steam clean the unstairs and get 25, so I'll be about even.  I dont know what has gotten into my mom, she never used to pay me to do stuff like that, and now she is giving me tons of chances to ern money, and i am loving it.  anways, i have done nothing today.  Except, i did make a promise tomyself that i would not drink, drive, or party without it being legal, cause i am massively sucking at them moment, and Rachel's all worried, which I appreciate, and Emmas worried too, which i also appreciate, and I dont want them to ahve to anymore, I'm being stupid, I am donig things that are bad for me, and i need to stop, and thats all there is to it.  On a positive note, Yo ordered this thing for us to do, cause I have decided that I wanna learn how to fight well, rather than just beating people.  she got this thing with videos that show you how to do the cool moves, and how to keep someone from hitting you, stuff like that, stuff that would be good to know if i got into a fair fight.  i know how to throw a punch and all that stuff, but I dont know how to fight.  well... not fairly.  Anyways, i went on the bike thingy again, and it was fun, but i have tofind some more energetic music, the music i was listening to was bumming me out, and making me wanna stop, rather than keep gonig and finish what i went in there to accomplish.  Tomorrow i think i will do tons of homework, and then go lift weights, i need to build some arm muscle, i can lift 200 with my legs, but i can only lift about 60 with my arms.&lt;br /&gt;anyways  the song of the day if This love by maroon 5, it just amkes me so happy&lt;br /&gt;i think I'll go listen to it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107871522353834391?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107871522353834391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107871522353834391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871522353834391' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107863973827743717</id><published>2004-03-06T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:12:02.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone, in my bout of oddness, i forgot the song of the day yesterday, so there will be 2 today.  &lt;br /&gt;but anyways, today was Ok, kinda hung over-ish, cause i went to a party last night.  Anyways, i was in the mood to wash away 'the pain', so i had a few drinks, kind of a flashback to before, but yeah, I'm tired of tat life, it makes you so bad during the day, and so stupid at night.  today, slept late, mom got all concerned (she didnt know i went out the night before), and thought i was getting sick again.  After i finally got up, I got on the stationary bike, and "rode" for 8 miles, it was actually fun, which surpised me, cause i usually hate doing stuff liek that, but i guess i changed.  after that i played some basketball with the boy, and by the boy, i mean the bad boy, he knows who he is.  And we talked for a really long time, we havent had a chance to catch up since I stopped partying every weekend.  But he had a lot to say.  He has changed a lot in his life, I'm really proud of him, even if he has hurt me in the past.  i can forgive if i cannot forget.&lt;br /&gt;my relationship with him has taught me the truth in the statement - no man will ever forget where he buried the hatchet"  i lvoe that so much, its so much more true than most quotes are.  anyways I'm getting off subject.  We talked, hes donig good, and then i met my mom, and we stripped the wall paper in the bathroom, something which,despite its boring nature brings me much joy, cause the current paper is too ugly for words.  and now for the songs of the day&lt;br /&gt;1) i miss you-blink 182- its one of the few blink songs i like, they arent my favorite, but this song is hot&lt;br /&gt;2)champagne supernova- oasis- heard this song in the car with the boy, classic and awesomous&lt;br /&gt;i love my boys (phil, J, Malcolm... the list goes on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107863973827743717?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107863973827743717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107863973827743717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863973827743717' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107854965276577135</id><published>2004-03-05T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:10:35.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody, should be at dad's, but I'm "sick" so i couldnt go (cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;so I'm sitting here, wishing the smell of paint would leave our house, but it wont, until they're done painting.  my mom woke me up this morning, scaring the shit out of me, cause i thought she was one of the creepy painter guys, but it turns out she just wanted to see if I wanted to watch something on TV, cause the DVR is in the room being painted so i cant watch it later.  Anyways, I'm still all sick and stuff, it sucks, but I'll get over it, as soon as my medicine starts working.  the guy i like is an ass, and he needs to go crawl in a hole and cry.  You know who you are, and if you read this, even though i know you wont, I want you to know, i dont like you... much.  You see the problem is, even though i ahte everything about you, i cant get over you, i dont like your music, your hair, your smile, anything like that, I genuinely dont liek you as a person, i think i'm just screwed up, and I liek you cuase I'm a freak, and cause your hot, and other such things.  you see, normally, I'd blush and freak out when wrting this stuff, but I feel fine today, cause I know you dont care enough to read it.  so there, i'll say it... I love you, for your shitty music, your bad ahir, adn your demented smile.  Your a conceited little prick, and I like that.  &lt;br /&gt;i know this is stupid, but i have to say, i kinda hope you do read this, cause them I'm not lying, and telling people lies, telling them that one day, I'll get the guts to tell you.  and once you know, i can get over you, and know that there isnt anything there.  there is nothing there.  &lt;br /&gt;now that confession is over, i can tell my news.  My exboyfriend is gay.  no,w I ahe nothing against gay people, I kno quite a few of them, but i wish he were straight, he is hot, and he is sexy, andh e has other good qualities that I am not going to discuss here.  i am so sad&lt;br /&gt;i think I'm gonna go take a bath, wash away the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107854965276577135?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107854965276577135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107854965276577135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107854965276577135' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107828374050553646</id><published>2004-03-02T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T19:18:38.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know I already psoted today, but I thought I ould add to it, cause I am having some problems.  I hate my dad, and i ahve to see him every other weekend forever...well until I turn 18.  Anyways, it used to be Ok, bu then he married the bitch.  She is evil, she hates me, and my brother, and she shows it too.  She is so bad, and i dnot know if I can take it anymore.  Anyways, the thing that is getting at me right now, is that i cant talk to him,  A ahve been pissed off at him for, i dont know, the last 5 years, but he has heard about 10 minutes of the shit.  He has ruined me, in so many ways, and i am tried of it.  I have to decide if I am willing to go back there this weekend, and i honestly dont know what to do.  my first impulse is to say, kiss my ass, i never wanna see you again, but I know better than to go with my first impulse, I ahvent had such great luck with it in the past.  So, i am beginning to think that we need to work it out that i wont go abck until he has a discussion with me, and Mom about what is going on.  I dont really wanna get her involved, but i think its time.  He wont listen to me alone, and he lies about what happened when she left, so i think it would be best if she were there, so then, he cant lie, he cant cheat, and he cant screw things up, without her there for me to cry on.  When i ahve talked to him in the past, i ahve always felt bad afterwards, worse than before, wanting to hurt him, his new family, and anything that has to do with him.  i thikn i will go tell Mom waht i decided, at least I ahve one good parent, she recognizes that i ahve to decide, and that I have to figure out whats best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107828374050553646?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107828374050553646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107828374050553646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828374050553646' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107825701275503194</id><published>2004-03-02T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T11:53:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.  Today, i have thought about what to psot, and, although its the worst topic ever, i have decided to talk about boys.  Now, you ask anyone who knows mne, and they will all give you a different answer about my feelings on boys.  My mom would say I am hard on them, my Best friend would say I'm a bit obsessed, and that i stare too much(which is just not true... kinda), or ask someone else, and they will tell you something different.  i like to think that they're all right, but i really know the obsessive one is probly the closest to the truth.  You see, there's this one guy in particular, whom I really,really like.  And i know he isnt the nicest guy.  he's kinda the bad boy type.  he got in a lot of trouble kast year, and this year, I'm kinda worried that hes headed in the same direction.  But that isnt important.  He is in one of my classes, and i cant stop looking at him.  Everytime I see him, I get all weird.  i dont know, but it is screwing me up.  I am not supposed to be liek this.  I dont do this... well yesy, I do, but I shouldn't its not cool, in the least. &lt;br /&gt;anwyas, enough talking&lt;br /&gt;the song of the day is stairway to heaven by Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;it is awesome, and the guitar is the votness!!!&lt;br /&gt;VWAT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107825701275503194?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107825701275503194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107825701275503194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107825701275503194' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107819152221902037</id><published>2004-03-01T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T17:41:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody.  i didn't post yesterday, so today's might be a bit long. i am kinda sick, so I ahve been in bed all day, except i got up and took a shower this afternoon, and went bad to bed immediately afterward.  It was kinda nice, but i ahve missed so much school, tomorrow is guaranteed to be nto so nice.  I tihnk i ahve the flu.  I have been feelig my breithing all day, and it feels weird, kinda flimmy, but anyways, I know that was a pretty mental image, so now I'm going to shut up about it.  Anyways.  The thing with the two girls has gotten worse, kinda. The skinny mini thinks I ahve something to do with it.  And i dont&lt;br /&gt;I just know about it,  i didnt have anything to do with those IMs being sent, I just heard about it from the other 2 later.  And the girl, whom she is ver ymad at, it feeling really bad about it, when really, she was the one who was "wronged."  She didnt even do anything in retaliation, it was the guy, but he shouldnt feel bad either, cause he had a reason, what with the dad comment.  anways, there is plenty going on with me, I dont need to write about that.  i got some shit grades, and i a really upset about it.  We got grades thursday, and then it snowed, so I didnt have a chjance to talk to the teachers, but I did send the main problem teacher an email, and i think she'll get back to me as soon  as she can, and I will be able to fix the problem.  Anyways, my nywuil is kicking in, and i am aboutto fall asleep, so goodnight, sleep tight, and have a good day tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107819152221902037?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107819152221902037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107819152221902037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819152221902037' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107794378901706792</id><published>2004-02-27T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T20:52:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody.  there wasn;t school today, case of the whole..2 inches if snow.  i miss my sweetie.  i found out about all this stuff with these people, and they said some mean shit, and it was pretty bad, but the person they said it to kinda deserved it, but still, it was harsh.  i know the people who said it,  and i dont think they would have just said it.  i think the guy had a very good reason, wahr with the thing with his dad.  But the E didn't really need to get into it with T.  and its really bad, cuase it reminds me of that shitty Hilary duff song.  it kinda is screwed up that i know that song, but I'll take my flogging later.  Anyway, the thing that is bothering me is that the T told me that she didnt know why they were pissed, and she just kinda got the meanness, when she actually said some really bad stuff.  She told the guy that his dying dad should just die.  That would make me made, and i hate my dad!!!.  Anyways. apart from that, my day sucked.  i ahd to go get my friend's birthday present, and she wanted one of those initial purses.  And i spent the whole time trying to find one thatr was black with an R on it.  I only found 2, so I got the cutest one, and then, while i was talkngi to her tonight, the purses got brought up that she couldn&lt;br /&gt;t find the purse she wanted, and e, knowing i ahd bought it, went "so, which kind did you want" and she says wants the bright pink one.  i spent all that time trying to find a black one, but then i asked her how she felt about the black ones, and she said she liked them too, so it was ok, but i was about to freak out.  it took me 2 hours ro find that one.  After that, i got to go get some clothes from Dillards.  i got this cute little skirt, and an awesome pair of pants.  i got the skirt for summer parties, its gonna be awesome, just as long as there arent any other drinkers there- they always get the good clothes.  Speaking of parties, i gave them up for lint, but I already screwed it up.  As i write, I am putting on my leather pants and getting ready to crawl out the window.  i am so bad some times, but today, i just wanna go dance.  &lt;br /&gt;anways, this is getting lond so i better finish with the song of the day....&lt;br /&gt;it is... I'd choose my firends over you by new found glory.  it is an awesomous song, and if you dont love them,then you should be crying yourself to sleep everynight, knowing you're the biggest dork on earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107794378901706792?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107794378901706792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107794378901706792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794378901706792' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107785277219469399</id><published>2004-02-26T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T19:35:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey every body, today was good, got out of school early, went to library, took a nsp, and then went home.  This wasnt so bad.  but if we have school tomorrow, i will have to cry, and then fall to my knees and beg them to let me stay home.  i have been thinking a lot about pearl jam these days.  they are a really good band, and they need a come back.  also, if any of you have heard of the modern pilgrims, you know they deserve to be cool.  anyways, i have been hoping for the last 5 hours that they will cancel school, and it doesn't wanna happen&lt;br /&gt;thry're like, we'll keep everyone in suspense until forever, and then... tell them they...................................................................................................................... do....................................................................................... (not) have to go to school&lt;br /&gt;apart from the waiting, i am in a good mood.  i haave something of a life this weekend, odd, but true.  i am going to a party, and then i'm going to a silent auction.  anyways, call my cell if you need anything.&lt;br /&gt;actually, don't, cause its dead, i havent charged or turned it off in a week&lt;br /&gt;song of the day is last kiss be pearl jam--- its the votness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107785277219469399?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107785277219469399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107785277219469399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785277219469399' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107776472449128815</id><published>2004-02-25T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:08:14.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyubody, I have decided to begin a list of my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;some of these aren't really by good bands, but I either relate to them well, or I jsut liek the song 9so no dissing, I know some of these bands are really bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody- queen&lt;br /&gt;Perfect- Simple plan (I know they're a bad band)&lt;br /&gt;Stairway to heaven- Led zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang- Nancy Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;Story of a girl- Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;Build me up Buttercup- The temptations&lt;br /&gt;Aint no mountain high enough- Marvin Gaye and Tammy terrell&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul was Constantinople- They mgiht be giants&lt;br /&gt;You're not the boss of me now- they mgiht be giants&lt;br /&gt;do you realize- The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;older song (I dont know the title)- they mghit be giants&lt;br /&gt;The Time warp- Rocky horror Picture show&lt;br /&gt;The way you move- Outkast&lt;br /&gt;Sadie hawkins Dance- Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Underground- Benfolds&lt;br /&gt;anything from Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing Called Love- The darkness&lt;br /&gt;The bolivian Army Lays Siege to Seattle- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107776472449128815?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107776472449128815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107776472449128815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776472449128815' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107768071757065372</id><published>2004-02-24T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:49:30.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey every body&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here, avoiding homework, trying to get out of church.  It makes me so happy to help people.  I know I'm a hard ass, and I act like I don't like.. People, I really do care.  Went to mom's therapist last night.  We did a lot of talking about my dad.  It seems to me that he doesn't deserve to be called a dad when he causes this many problems.  Maybe that's what dads are there for.  I always thought you were supposed to fight with your mom, but no I had to be the odd ball and fight with my dad.  I have been feeling a tad bit odd lately.  I get the feeling I'm the odd ball in most groups, and that's saying something cause I hang out with Alden&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I have to go, cause my homework is yelling, and by homework, I mean mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107768071757065372?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107768071757065372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107768071757065372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768071757065372' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107716562771352469</id><published>2004-02-18T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T20:43:07.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guy,s today has been super shitty.  My mom didnt get me uo for school this moring, cause i was massively tired, and she knew it.  i ahvent slept in forever.  At usually, when I dont get any sleep, it's by choice, but recently, I ahvent been able to sleep at all.  It was really bad, last ngiht, I got to bed at 430, and i woke up every 45 minutes after that.  This massively sucks, cause now my mom thinks I'm depressed, and I'm most definitely not, cause i sleep when I'm depressed.  Its interesting having my mom around me , hovering, making sure i'm ok every 2 minutes, she seems so 'in her element'.  i dont think i give her much of a chance to baby me.  But i ahvwe been all too tired to resist, and it actually isnt that bad, when i think about it.  i am failing biology.  i am bad at the class, and she thinks i ahvent turned in 2 things, which I know I turned in.  Anyways, i ahve an F, and i ahd a high B before this, so i am massively dead when my mom finds out.  Anyways&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go to bed, cause It's late, and i am kindas tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107716562771352469?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107716562771352469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107716562771352469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107716562771352469' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107705289962950719</id><published>2004-02-17T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T13:27:37.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys, I haven't slept in a few days, so excuse the coming oddness.   Went to my mom's therapist last night.  She's really nice, but she was bringing up all this stuff that I don't wanna remember from a long time ago.  I dont wanna remember my past, it kinda sucked, and I don't wanna think about it.  She thinks it's some sort of psycho thingy, but I think it's just normal.  What's in the past is supposed to stay in the past, not in the future, that's why time was invented.  but some good came out of the thing, the lady wants to pay me to make her a scarf.  She's gonna give me 10 bucks for one&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to babysit this weekend. if you want me to do something with you, which I hope you do, call my house today, or my cell tomorrow.  I really wanna get out of the house, so CALL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all bunches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107705289962950719?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107705289962950719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107705289962950719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705289962950719' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107696527625896665</id><published>2004-02-16T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T13:03:53.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys, you totally, massively have to go to the seven nations concert-o at disco rodeo.  itis gonna be vot, and i mean very vot&lt;br /&gt;anways, I already posted today, so I'm gonna go&lt;br /&gt;and the Darkness is the best 80's lvoe child band thing ever!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107696527625896665?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107696527625896665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107696527625896665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696527625896665' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107696210736324527</id><published>2004-02-16T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T12:11:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  I am sitting here, after a long day at school (a whole 3 hours), and thinking how nice it would be to sleep.  I think that is what I'm gonna do, seeing as I have nothing else to do, other than homework.  And who is gonna do their homework&lt;br /&gt;I have so much love for you, even if I am a stone cold bitch&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107696210736324527?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107696210736324527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107696210736324527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696210736324527' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484953.post-107689991177596604</id><published>2004-02-15T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T18:54:27.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys, i sohlud be donig my hoemwork right now, but i'll be a rebel and post this before I do.  This is my brand spanking new "blog".  I think they're kinda stupid, but hey, every body else was doing it (hehehe).  Anyways, got in a massive fight with me madre. she found out about a... "prty I went to the other day, and she wasnt so happy about it.  She cussed out Philip and then she kicked him out of the house, and then porceeded to yell at me.  She was so mad, i tihnk i dashed her dreams somehow.  It doesnt matter, she got over it, I'm grounded for life, but i can still go out and stuff, she just wont know about it.  Anyways, its a good thing, cause i ahve to go to the seven nations concert, or i will die, a slow, slow death.  anyways, thats all for now, i havemassive amount of homeowrk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484953-107689991177596604?l=votness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107689991177596604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484953/posts/default/107689991177596604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://votness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689991177596604' title=''/><author><name>vot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
