<?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-6431598</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:22.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes/lyrics/randomness galore</title><subtitle type='html'>[kids these days]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-110904885934555133</id><published>2005-02-21T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:07:39.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Full experiences of God can never be planned or achieved,”&lt;br /&gt;a rabbi once said. “They are spontaneous moments of grace, almost accidental.”&lt;br /&gt;--Copyright © 2005 &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/features/a0001013.html"&gt;Bethany Torode&lt;/a&gt;. All rights reserved. International copyright secured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-110904885934555133?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/110904885934555133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/110904885934555133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110904885934555133' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-110562109354139569</id><published>2005-01-13T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T04:58:13.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If worship is sustenence, then modern worship is fast food. We've canned the process and covered it in plastic wrap. We microwave it for 10 minutes then swallow it in time for the sermon. I think that long suffered worship is more beneficial. Whether it is running a mile, memorizing a passage, building and orphanage, or writing a poem, worship can be found in all forms of art and service. Worship is not just something we feel. It is something we sweat. It is an editing of the soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Don Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-110562109354139569?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/110562109354139569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/110562109354139569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110562109354139569' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108567296250854991</id><published>2004-05-27T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T08:49:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"List the times God has forgiven you. Stand face to feet with the form of your crucified Savior and pray, 'Jesus, if you can forgive me for hurting you, then I can forgive them for hurting me.' You didn't deserve to be hurt by them. But neither did you deserve to be forgiven by him". -Max Lucado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108567296250854991?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108567296250854991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108567296250854991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567296250854991' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108549782044527374</id><published>2004-05-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T08:10:20.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, THEY'RE amazing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree."&lt;br /&gt;--one of many forwards...but maybe one of the better ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108549782044527374?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108549782044527374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108549782044527374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549782044527374' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108507111606022954</id><published>2004-05-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T09:38:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The fruits of the Spirit do not include &lt;br /&gt;manipulation, hounding, &lt;br /&gt;badgering, seduction or immodesty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2002_2003/departments/beyond_buddies/a0000650.html"&gt;Ladies?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108507111606022954?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108507111606022954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108507111606022954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108507111606022954' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108354942406166290</id><published>2004-05-02T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T19:01:25.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No one warns young people to follow Adam's example. He waited till God saw his need. Then God made Adam sleep, prepared for him his mate, and brought her to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need more of this 'being asleep' in the will of God.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then we can recieve what He brings us in His own time, if at all. Instead we are set as bloodhounds after a partner, considering everyone we see until our minds are so concerned with the sex problem that we can talk of nothing else when bull-session comes around. &lt;br /&gt;It is true that a fellow cannot ignore women - but he can think of them as he ought- &lt;br /&gt;as sisters, not as sparring partners!"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Jim Elliot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108354942406166290?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108354942406166290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108354942406166290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108354942406166290' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108351249386486653</id><published>2004-05-02T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T08:46:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pretty is not the right word for her. Her beauty transcends mere prettiness...&lt;br /&gt;her beauty had reminded him of her Maker. &lt;br /&gt;If she's made in the image and likeness of God, &lt;br /&gt;then I can hardly wait to meet God... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Pierced By a Sword by Bud Macfarlane Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108351249386486653?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108351249386486653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108351249386486653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351249386486653' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108277370540137504</id><published>2004-04-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T19:32:34.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Strong Bad:&lt;/strong&gt; DELETED!!! NOOO undeleted undeleted. Ohh come back Ali, come back Ali's sister. You two meant everything to me. I"ll just sit here and wait for her........What - you're not Ali', you're not even literate. But I have just the thing...adeleted..WHAT...oh great..yea why don't you go and save that one, so i can cherish it forever and ever. And show it to my kids...the ones i SHOULD be having with Ali and Ali's sister!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108277370540137504?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108277370540137504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108277370540137504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277370540137504' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108266414509941673</id><published>2004-04-22T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:06:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attending a wedding for the first time, a little girl whispered to her mother, "Why is the bride dressed in white?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the happiest day of her life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child thought about this for a moment, then said, "So why is the groom wearing black?"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for the record, I do believe that brides wear white PRIMARILY to represent purity, not necessarily happiness. But cute story. :o}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108266414509941673?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108266414509941673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108266414509941673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266414509941673' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108259879820792147</id><published>2004-04-21T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T18:57:24.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good" &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Samuel Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108259879820792147?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108259879820792147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108259879820792147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259879820792147' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108237490837621448</id><published>2004-04-19T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T04:45:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"reality, in fact, is usually something you could not have guessed. that is one of the reasons i believe in christianity. it is a religion you could not have guessed."&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;c.s. lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108237490837621448?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108237490837621448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108237490837621448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108237490837621448' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108213113653152425</id><published>2004-04-16T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T09:03:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You know what a real man is?&lt;br /&gt;One who can keep one woman satisfied his whole life."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;Sean Connery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108213113653152425?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108213113653152425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108213113653152425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213113653152425' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108208960608105623</id><published>2004-04-15T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:30:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I think I'll have to punch him next time I see him--he has no business doing this without giving us previous signs of suspicious affection!"&lt;br /&gt;-Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108208960608105623?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108208960608105623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108208960608105623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108208960608105623' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108206507313323333</id><published>2004-04-15T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T14:41:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't know what this time in life is for... its weird not *having* to go to school, so i do the social "norm" : go to college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; waste thousands of dollars doing somethign i'm not really sure i shoudl do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretchxc21:&lt;/strong&gt; well i'm pretty sure at this point you would that like that anywhere so at least your getting your education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretchxc21:&lt;/strong&gt; unless you got married had kids and was just like "wow this is perfect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretchxc21:&lt;/strong&gt; within the next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretchxc21:&lt;/strong&gt; so between those two college i think might be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15: &lt;/strong&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; so like married and kids is the ultimate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretchxc21:&lt;/strong&gt; some people feel that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108206507313323333?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108206507313323333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108206507313323333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108206507313323333' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108200102550236893</id><published>2004-04-14T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:54:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Not all women are stupid enough to get married."&lt;br /&gt;-Jon w.'s dear little sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108200102550236893?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108200102550236893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108200102550236893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108200102550236893' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108199938846619076</id><published>2004-04-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:27:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart.  I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love-well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."- William Parrish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108199938846619076?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108199938846619076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108199938846619076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108199938846619076' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108117772029973664</id><published>2004-04-05T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T08:12:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the music-makers, &lt;br /&gt;And we are the dreamers of dreams, &lt;br /&gt;Wandering by lone sea-breakers, &lt;br /&gt;And sitting by desolate streams, &lt;br /&gt;World-losers and world-forsakers, &lt;br /&gt;On whom the pale moon gleams; &lt;br /&gt;Yet we are the movers and shakers &lt;br /&gt;Of the world for ever, it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, in the ages lying &lt;br /&gt;In the buried past of the earth, &lt;br /&gt;Built Nineveh with our sighing, &lt;br /&gt;And Babel itself with our mirth; &lt;br /&gt;And o'erthrew them with prophesying &lt;br /&gt;To the old of the new world's worth; &lt;br /&gt;For eash age is a dream that is dying, &lt;br /&gt;Or one that is coming to birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arthur O'Shaughnessy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108117772029973664?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108117772029973664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108117772029973664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117772029973664' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108117763009554496</id><published>2004-04-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T08:11:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Broken Memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears were broken memories&lt;br /&gt;and tangled emotions falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Discomplacency and broken compasses&lt;br /&gt;were the things that filled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity with yesterday is far away&lt;br /&gt;while the future ever moves beneath uncertain feet.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn is near but her semi-dulcet eyes,&lt;br /&gt;in which mystery confides, they glance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This will be published in the pathways art and literary journal in late april. I wrote it December 20, 2003 -- Arwensorcha]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108117763009554496?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108117763009554496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108117763009554496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117763009554496' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108087670732947920</id><published>2004-04-01T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T19:35:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;jafen115:&lt;/strong&gt; i think i'm a morning person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah i think you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; and a rain person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; you're just funny like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108087670732947920?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108087670732947920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108087670732947920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087670732947920' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108078567386139060</id><published>2004-03-31T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T18:18:11.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One doesn't fall into love, &lt;br /&gt;One grows into love &lt;br /&gt;   and love grows in him. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[menninger]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108078567386139060?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108078567386139060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108078567386139060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108078567386139060' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108043888264389094</id><published>2004-03-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T17:58:14.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You hate men&lt;br /&gt;That's what you say&lt;br /&gt;and I understand how you feel that way&lt;br /&gt;All girls dream of a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;But what you've got is like a &lt;strong&gt;used car sales man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to conceal what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Behind the smile and the song&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not saying that boys are not like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;That some of us will grow &lt;br /&gt;because....&lt;br /&gt;All princes start as frogs&lt;br /&gt;and all gentlemen as dogs&lt;br /&gt;Just wait till its plain to see&lt;br /&gt;What we're growing up to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some frogs will still be frogs&lt;br /&gt;and some dogs will still be dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some boys could become men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't kiss us till then.&lt;br /&gt;[superchick]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108043888264389094?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108043888264389094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108043888264389094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108043888264389094' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-108018799967181136</id><published>2004-03-24T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:16:48.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Newest &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; actor (I can't say favorite...Mels still a super-hot-old-guy) :o}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin Costner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my second film with him...always watching with Grandpa. :) hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-108018799967181136?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108018799967181136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/108018799967181136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018799967181136' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107992927332791309</id><published>2004-03-21T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:24:37.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." -C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true. Very true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107992927332791309?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107992927332791309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107992927332791309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992927332791309' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107958882545479651</id><published>2004-03-17T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T21:50:23.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*pleading the fifth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jersy15: it was a quick encounter&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: just a moment on the lips eh ?&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: I just had a mental pic of like a boyfriend and girlfriend giving e/o a quick smooch in passing.... and then saying something liek "it was a brief encounter"&lt;br /&gt;jersy15: man i'm gonna always think of that now&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: haha&lt;br /&gt;jersy15: whenever i say brief encounter. or maybe even just for encounter.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;*woah there*&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: and we kept telling him to go ot bed&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: but he wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: and he kept looking and feeling worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: till finally he leaned his head over to me and said "Abby, can you tell me if I have a fever?"&lt;br /&gt;jersy15: AHHH&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: so I felt his forehead and he was *burning* up&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: the best part is still coming&lt;br /&gt;jersy15: aw what a sweety poo are you&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: haha&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: so after I told him YES he had a fever, he agreed to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: and to let me get him some medicine (a sign that a boy is really sick--if he accepts medicine!)&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: so we were walking back towards my dorm&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: and he was like "maybe I"m just being a wimp... maybe I'm not really that sick"&lt;br /&gt;jersy15: ha&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: and I said "no... you're sick. you felt hot to me, REALLY hot!"&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: and he laughed and nudged me and said "so hey baby, what are you doin tonight???"&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15: :-P&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107958882545479651?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107958882545479651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107958882545479651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958882545479651' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107872449429578733</id><published>2004-03-07T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:44:39.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A moment on the lips&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;on the hips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[food, duh.....don't get me started]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107872449429578733?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107872449429578733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107872449429578733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107872449429578733' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107863609059981930</id><published>2004-03-06T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T21:11:14.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; if you came up and bit me i woulnd know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; i mean, i skimmed your pics pages, but couldnt tell wich one was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; maybe it was late and i was tired, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; i just got the greatest image in my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; of me, seeing you at school, and just walking over to you, bending down, and BITING you on your arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon: &lt;/strong&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; then you could be like, "hey, you must be heather!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; now i would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; that would be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; and i'd wipe my mouth and go, "why yes, thats me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; just letting you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; if you ever did that, that would be the absolute funniest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so goes the late night conversation with a boy I have never met...don't worry, friend of a friend's friend -- it's a safe connection. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107863609059981930?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107863609059981930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107863609059981930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863609059981930' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107845844864516764</id><published>2004-03-04T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:50:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when one leaves one's away message up for too long people begin to wonder...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler15:&lt;/strong&gt; are you still alive? you haven't changed your away message or profile for two days now and you haven't answered any of my IMs....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler15&lt;/strong&gt;: say you're still alive and ok!!!! :'( please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler15:&lt;/strong&gt; I have concluded that heather is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler15:&lt;/strong&gt; she got a new ugly haircut (as evidenced by her photos) and she ran off with a prince from Italy. Or else she is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler15:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe the useless bull rammed her with his horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler15:&lt;/strong&gt; but she must be dead &lt;br /&gt;Scribbler15&lt;/strong&gt;: because i haven't heard from her in about 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler15:&lt;/strong&gt; maybe 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107845844864516764?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107845844864516764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107845844864516764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845844864516764' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107788780136955829</id><published>2004-02-27T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T05:19:47.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AgentBravo:&lt;/strong&gt; you're really weird. has anyone ever told you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; i think you just can't figure me out completely, and so you label me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AgentBravo:&lt;/strong&gt; i think that you are so blatantly simple and yet so unpredictable.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AgentBravo:&lt;/strong&gt; i mean, i understand you inside and out, but you do it all backwards or somehitng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AgentBravo:&lt;/strong&gt; and that labels you weird &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107788780136955829?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107788780136955829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107788780136955829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788780136955829' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107767734088783917</id><published>2004-02-24T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:51:49.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Stop or I'll shout 'STOP' again!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this what the cops say in britain? I found it to be quite sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107767734088783917?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107767734088783917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107767734088783917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767734088783917' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107763111257081767</id><published>2004-02-24T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T06:01:19.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So supposedly it's National Girlfriend Week. In the girl-to-girl sort of way...&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this supposedly gives us females the right to feel good about ourselves by degrading men.. .. . ..since when did comparing myself to a guy make me feel good? I mean if that's what you need to boost your self-esteem....ooOkay then. But really, there is no comparison; why do we even bother to try? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys will be boys, and women should be ladies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to see either become more like the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;National Feel-Good-If-You're-A-Girl Week Presents:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;em&gt;the top semi-cool things about being a girl&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: it's slightly dirty...i most definitly didn't write it...read on only if you want to be annoyed -- boy or girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first.  &lt;br /&gt;2. We can scare male bosses with the mysterious gynecological disorder excuses. &lt;br /&gt;3. Taxis stop for us. &lt;br /&gt;4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when &lt;br /&gt;dancing. &lt;br /&gt;5. No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival the Speedo. &lt;br /&gt;6. We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;7. If we forget to shave, no one has to know. &lt;br /&gt;8. We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear end. &lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are &lt;br /&gt;still there. &lt;br /&gt;10. We have the ability to dress ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;11. We can talk to the opposite sex without having to picture them naked. &lt;br /&gt;12. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we are aware that we will look like an idiot.  &lt;br /&gt;13. We will never regret piercing our ears. &lt;br /&gt;14. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;15. We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence because they aren't listening anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107763111257081767?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107763111257081767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107763111257081767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763111257081767' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107742643366599717</id><published>2004-02-21T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:11:08.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; r u writing yesterdays blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=jonnyafropuff"&gt;TheWorldVsJon&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; well theres a story behind that of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon&lt;/strong&gt;: it seems that i typed it all up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; then my computer goes nuts, and then i went to bed, so it never got posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; i had that happen.... ... . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; my computer, geez, sometimes it defaults to this weather page and erases everything i've written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; thats hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; you should put that on your blog sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; its SO annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon:&lt;/strong&gt; i would laugh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; my dad loves weather.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheWorldVsJon&lt;/strong&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; so its set up as the default page&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107742643366599717?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107742643366599717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107742643366599717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742643366599717' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107713170855408413</id><published>2004-02-18T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:17:48.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;jersy15:&lt;/strong&gt; writing papers is actually somewhat enjoyable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abovthurim:&lt;/strong&gt; thats because you live on an odd planet called heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107713170855408413?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107713170855408413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107713170855408413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107713170855408413' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107712418706326652</id><published>2004-02-18T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T09:12:26.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Ugly day, sun is shining / Every cloud's got a silver lining / Ugly day, skies are blue / Now every day is ugly without you..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Iron Frenzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107712418706326652?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107712418706326652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107712418706326652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712418706326652' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107707378464379606</id><published>2004-02-17T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:12:23.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Lord, make us masters of ourselves &lt;br /&gt;that we may be the servants of others."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sir Alexander Paterson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Maturity starts with the willingness to give oneself."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Elisabeth Elliot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just a few strong quotes for the day. Amen and amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107707378464379606?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107707378464379606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107707378464379606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707378464379606' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107695028372450033</id><published>2004-02-16T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:16:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Bah! Women... who needs them? With their emotions and feelings and how they expect you to know what they're thinking but you'd have to be completely psychotic to be on the same wavelength."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-IMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107695028372450033?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107695028372450033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107695028372450033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107695028372450033' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107690942649362548</id><published>2004-02-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:34:10.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have resorted to quoting boys again...ok, so that sounds like i'm down on boys. I'm not. they're great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy says&lt;/strong&gt;: "i want a cheap truck that has duct tape all over it so it won't leak and so many scratches everywhere it doesn't matter what you do to the thing its already messed up so much and since its so cheap if it breaks it doesn't matter. thats my dream, although i would still like to barrow my dads manual convertable on a few occasions still. Such as a beach cruise with a pretty brunette, about 5'6" with deep brown eyes, and, and mezmorizing eye brows. and good ethics, with a set value system. and delightfully modest yet mysterious dressing style. I do want a little phyical contact, but a tasteful amount -- whatever the girl feels comfortable with." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[at this point, I must interject -- I'm quoting this for reader entertainment, and in no way endorse/reject it. basically, i plead the fifth and neutrality, if that's a word]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy continues&lt;/strong&gt;: "please put my awesome quote thingy's on your blog. maybe even copy and paste the convo...especially the part about the eye brows. Not enough guys appreciate eyebrows or ankles. Whats the deal with that. i like them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm quoting that alright!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to boy&lt;/strong&gt;: "A LOT!!!!!!!! you do have very nice ankles though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and here we shall draw the curtain, for i am beginning to think self-consciously about my little foot bones. diana, i think of you, princess, because you would be laughing quite heartily (or should i say, intoxicatedly) with me now.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107690942649362548?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107690942649362548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107690942649362548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107690942649362548' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107679983645685195</id><published>2004-02-14T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T15:06:31.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got spam mail for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 free condoms&lt;br /&gt;Find Romance&lt;br /&gt;Diet Breakthrough&lt;br /&gt;Little Blue Pill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I see a trend here? All are related to finding someone...sex....getting a good body in order to get a good someone....taking a pill to fix things....sex. yeah. Ok, yes, there is a stupidly sick trend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107679983645685195?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107679983645685195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107679983645685195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107679983645685195' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107661542726913712</id><published>2004-02-12T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:52:58.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;girl #1&lt;/strong&gt;: you're just like boy #1, he's surrounded by women 24/7 and he doesn't like a single one of them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;: he drives me nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;: but honestly it's probably the best thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;: no, no, its not that i don't like men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;: i think i just have outrageously high standards for a guy i would *really* like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;:  good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;: that's funny though....just yesterday i was thinking and i was like ....i don't think there's a single guy that i know that i'd want to date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;: i have a lot of guy friends......but i wouldn't want to take it any farther than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;: you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl #3&lt;/strong&gt;: SO true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl #2&lt;/strong&gt;: yep yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;: I second the motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;: post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107661542726913712?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107661542726913712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107661542726913712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661542726913712' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107661501094049792</id><published>2004-02-12T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T11:47:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;the fact that it bothers me bothers me&lt;/strong&gt;" ~ one girl to another, after explaining that a ditz is flirting with one of her good guy friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What girl can't identify? Sometimes sorting through your own heart and motives is harder than you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107661501094049792?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107661501094049792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107661501094049792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661501094049792' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107644017860394745</id><published>2004-02-10T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T11:12:17.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[This goes out to all you lUverrrrs out there, anticipating valentines day so you can....uh, do what? tell him/her that you really, really like/love them &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;? Or maybe it's just an excuse to milk their "love" for all its worth....in the form of chocolate, flowers, and any sort of fuzzy animal stuffed with something soft and dyed as pink as possible!]&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if you wanted the moon i would try to make a start,&lt;br /&gt;but really i'd rather give you my heart..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107644017860394745?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107644017860394745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107644017860394745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644017860394745' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107627107477597813</id><published>2004-02-08T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:13:52.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[stolen from ashley's blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to steal the body of Christ from the church's freezer?  Isn't that like a mortal sin?&lt;br /&gt;well... not when you think it's a peanut butter cookie!&lt;br /&gt;-another moment brought to you by Fair Grounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107627107477597813?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107627107477597813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107627107477597813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627107477597813' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107618535632792639</id><published>2004-02-07T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T12:25:00.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... .. ... .songs currently rolling around on radio waves that tend to roll about in one's head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  :::  love  :::  has taken it's toll on me&lt;br /&gt;She said &lt;em&gt;goodbye&lt;/em&gt; too many times before&lt;br /&gt;Her  :::  heart  :::  is breaking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice cause I won't say &lt;br /&gt;goodbye &lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;[maroon 5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey this is slightly deep :::shock of surprise:::)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what they say is "Nothing is forever".&lt;br /&gt;Then what makes, then what makes, then what makes&lt;br /&gt;then what makes, then what makes Love an exception?&lt;br /&gt;[outkast]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this guy's music video makes my little heart go mush for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you had to go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just remember the telephone well their workin it both ways&lt;br /&gt;But if I never ever hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else I'll think the bells inside&lt;br /&gt;Have finally found you someone else and that's okay &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107618535632792639?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107618535632792639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107618535632792639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618535632792639' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107604024175976403</id><published>2004-02-05T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:45:43.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"He was brutally handsome-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was terminally pretty"- Life in the FAST LANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Boy's profiles....ah, the ultimate in quotable quotes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: "girls are annoying nuissances, good for nothing but looking at them."&lt;br /&gt;Jon: "talk about pearls of wisdom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And of course, girl convos are full of charms too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forget how today was....except I remember I wanted a hug all day long and I didn't get any &lt;br /&gt;:::pity party::: &lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll have a great dream tonight!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107604024175976403?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107604024175976403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107604024175976403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604024175976403' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431598.post-107592892089306235</id><published>2004-02-04T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:33:18.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kyle said something great about a guy finding his girl and believing her to be the best thing that ever reflected light. i'll find the original quote as soon as abby pops her little head back up online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie: "that &lt;a href="http://www.llangley.com/yoga/wisdom/rightnow%5b2%5d.htm"&gt;little thing&lt;/a&gt;, i was like, its nice and peaceful just like heather haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Awww! I'm touched. Like by an angel.....*grin*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431598-107592892089306235?l=quotes15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107592892089306235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431598/posts/default/107592892089306235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quotes15.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592892089306235' title=''/><author><name>my name is heather.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NhCNo0VuNWI/SXieTbApVdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/luvcgn7fM6Q/S220/3125838107_a7294d421b.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
