<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051643</id><updated>2009-02-21T03:05:10.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small town girl...in a big big city</title><subtitle type='html'>*I know all his favorite songs
&lt;br&gt;And I could tell you, his favorite colors green
&lt;br&gt;he likes to &lt;b&gt;argue&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;born on the &lt;strike&gt;seventeenth&lt;/strike&gt;
&lt;br&gt;his sister's beautiful
&lt;br&gt;he has his fathers eyes
&lt;br&gt;if you ask me if I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; him...
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&lt;br&gt;...i'd &lt;u&gt;lie&lt;/u&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Ren-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052778924838939162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051643.post-116487601539492914</id><published>2006-11-30T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:40:28.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you asked me if I love him...&lt;br /&gt;I'd lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051643-116487601539492914?l=sandipants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/feeds/116487601539492914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051643&amp;postID=116487601539492914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/116487601539492914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/116487601539492914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-asked-me-if-i-love-him.html' title=''/><author><name>-Ren-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052778924838939162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13927625603708052962'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051643.post-111756745035978661</id><published>2005-05-31T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:24:10.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May, 31, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow do I have nothing to do.. it's soooo boring now that school is over.  Just been doin a whole crap load of chillin.  Car accidents suck majorly, but im still out and about.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caint nobody take my pride, *uh uh* caint nobody hold me down, oh no, i've got to keep on movin&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;lol sorry that was an outburst, bries mom is sayin im workin for her, but i def. need to know soon since uhh i have to register for stupid classes.. and if im workin for her.. i have to take night classes and therefore WONT be able to do another play... *blake and mike are doin &lt;em&gt;into the woods&lt;/em&gt; i'd looove to be cinderella in that sucker*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;*sigh* soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051643-111756745035978661?l=sandipants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/feeds/111756745035978661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051643&amp;postID=111756745035978661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/111756745035978661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/111756745035978661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-31-2005.html' title='May, 31, 2005'/><author><name>-Ren-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052778924838939162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13927625603708052962'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051643.post-111311329812473205</id><published>2005-04-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:08:18.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what a dagger through my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051643-111311329812473205?l=sandipants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/feeds/111311329812473205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051643&amp;postID=111311329812473205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/111311329812473205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/111311329812473205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>-Ren-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052778924838939162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13927625603708052962'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12051643.post-111308424508029508</id><published>2005-04-09T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:04:05.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavor of the Weak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;A new blog... how fun! Anyway, I don't really have much to say, but I guess I'll go free on this one since none of my friends from school will read this.  Things are hard right now... I love Brian it's just that I like Scott and I want to be with the both of them and thats selfish and wrong of me to feel like that.  But lately Scotts, been pushing me towards the edge.  First of all he asked me to his prom, and I said yes, but i just found out that he's going back out with his ex and I really don't like playing second to her.. i did it before (2 years ago) and now im in the exact same position.  Besides I dont want her to say anything to me about me going with him.. along with the fact that she is going to his prom but with someone else, im afraid of being ditched I just don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But anyway, enough with that, I believe Im on the clear road to being single.  1 month til i graduate highschool.  4 months til I'm away.. which by the way, I'm still indecisive on which school I'm going to ... am I going to be an Illini or a WIU leatherneck?!?  I def. have to decide before May 1st... so by next week.  I guess I'm waiting to see if i get accepted into Western's Theatre school.  I really want to be a theatre/english major.  Be a director, and a english/acting teacher... and hopefully still act for a long while.. which brings me to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Next week... april 15th (friday) and april 17th (sunday) is Grease at IHM, those are my dates.  Im oober excited cuz wednesday is the children show and thats my show also. Im really nervous... I am Rizzo by the way.. i kick ass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think im done for now... later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12051643-111308424508029508?l=sandipants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/feeds/111308424508029508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12051643&amp;postID=111308424508029508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/111308424508029508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12051643/posts/default/111308424508029508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandipants.blogspot.com/2005/04/flavor-of-weak.html' title='Flavor of the Weak...'/><author><name>-Ren-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18052778924838939162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13927625603708052962'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>