<?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-9895144</id><updated>2012-02-12T14:07:43.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The taste of ink...</title><subtitle type='html'>Is it worth it, can you even hear me? standing with the spotlight on me...not enough to feed the hungry, I'm tired and I felt it for a while, in this sea of lonely the taste of ink is getting old...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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este último post va a ser dedicado a Diana (Di, pekeña Di, Dippie...)&lt;br /&gt;este poema fue escrito por un amigo mio... y como podrán ver se lo dedica a Diana...&lt;br /&gt;bueno aki va:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yo era tan feliz, siempre tan contento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pero he ido cambiando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;hay algo raro que yo siento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y ahora siempre ando suspirando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cuando yo te conocí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;no pensé que esto pasaría,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;yo nunca creí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;que algún día te amaría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yo te he ido conociendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y tu no eres como el resto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mi afecto a ti ha ido creciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y parar yo quiero esto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me gusta ver tu alegre sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;adoro ver tu linda cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;me encanta oir tu graciosa risa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y tu personalidad tan rara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nunca imaginé que en ti yo pensaría,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a veces cuando te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;voy a las nubes y me lleno de alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pero tu no serás mía, eso es lo que creo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Por ahí oigo rumores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y me duele sin cesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;crearon rabía y rencores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;y no podía yo pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lo que siento es amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;siento mucha confusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;siento rabia y dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;porque veo yo traición.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Te quiero por ser quien eres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;te detesto por ser tan arrogante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;no hay duda alguna que tu no me quieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pero yo seguiré perseverante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Te odio con toda mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;te amo con todo mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;nunca más sabre lo que es la calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pero Diana, siempre serás mi inspiración...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww!!! eso es amor obsesivo! sips wips!&lt;br /&gt;pd: mis poemas son mucho mejores! *shifty eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112837204244055787?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112837204244055787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112837204244055787' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112837204244055787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112837204244055787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/10/poema-para-diana.html' title='Poema para Diana'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112690493658323066</id><published>2005-09-16T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:08:56.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poems</title><content type='html'>This are some "poems" I wrote today here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she giggles and he smiles,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she sheds tears, he cries,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she bleeds, he aches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she dies, he awakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he know it's over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she is already gone away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She thinks the pain is over,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but apparently its not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he just didn't leave her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he also broke her heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she thinks she can't breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the air is so thin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the rain starts falling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the thunders won't wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her dreams are broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his heart is the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its their pride that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;broke them away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this one was based on Mikey Way... lol it sucks! sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is love suicide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he doesn't even know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just seeing him walk by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes me melt all,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he doesn't smile that much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but when he does, he shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his perfect smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his soft lips &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the perfect smile...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's it for today my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;buhbye! and remember that this died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so cut my wrists and black my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;XxXxAnaxXxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112690493658323066?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112690493658323066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112690493658323066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112690493658323066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112690493658323066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-poems.html' title='New Poems'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112655903400601328</id><published>2005-09-12T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:03:54.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just read this conversation and comment about it... is he right? no he can't be...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid to say but ur a emo peaice of shite&lt;/p&gt;·!¦[·Ana·]¦!· but if you die right now...you know that I die too... I die too... dice:&lt;br /&gt;sheesh thanx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;oh ur welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;dont cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·!¦[·Ana·]¦!· but if you die right now...you know that I die too... I die too... dice:&lt;br /&gt;why do u say that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;cos ur an emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;ur screen name makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·!¦[·Ana·]¦!· but if you die right now...you know that I die too... I die too... dice:&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;so thts fuckin gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·!¦[·Ana·]¦!· but if you die right now...you know that I die too... I die too... dice:&lt;br /&gt;n if it did what's the problem?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;u cry at music and you are a very sad lil girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;"n if it did"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;listenin to music is to make you happy and cheer you up not bring you down in depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;emo music is GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·!¦[·Ana·]¦!· but if you die right now...you know that I die too... I die too... dice:&lt;br /&gt;no it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;yes it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·!¦[·Ana·]¦!· but if you die right now...you know that I die too... I die too... dice:&lt;br /&gt;no its no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;wipe the tear out yer eye n face the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan dice:&lt;br /&gt;it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·!¦[·Ana·]¦!· but if you die right now...you know that I die too... I die too... dice:&lt;br /&gt;so do u have problems with emos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the whole conversation... plz comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112655903400601328?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112655903400601328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112655903400601328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112655903400601328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112655903400601328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtf.html' title='WTF?!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112637691619884568</id><published>2005-09-10T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T12:28:36.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr. Way</title><content type='html'>Today it's Mr. Way's 25th birthday!!!!! He most be eating loads of popsicles and sushi! aww my wittle milky way!!! he is just 10 years older than me yay! so we still have a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE MIKEY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah yeah i know i haven't writen in quite a while but... i mean lots is the only one who reads.. and i haven't been in the mood lately... I'm betraying you blog! I created an account at livejournal haha sorry... but im still writing here! for nobody... im sad... argh... *singing* you know you do you kill me well! you like it too and I can tell! you never stop until my final breath is gone! *finish singing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well kids g2g...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cut my wrists and black my eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey Way's bitch: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xXxXxXxAnaxXxXxXx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112637691619884568?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112637691619884568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112637691619884568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112637691619884568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112637691619884568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-mr-way.html' title='Happy Birthday Mr. Way'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112587871036270990</id><published>2005-09-04T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:05:10.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why sundays suck!</title><content type='html'>I hate sundays...they suck! they are uber boring and the tv programation sucks! oh anf everyone is out with their families! yeah and i have to go to! and ahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I also use to take naps on sundays but I'm terrified of them. Today when I woke up from my nap I was feeling ill... I still feel dizzy. I felt dizzy and wanted to puke... weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;Also I hate sundays because I don't have a single thing to do and I'm always sad because the weekend is over and another week at hell starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a livejournal... so I think im gonna ditch this thing and start writing on the other one...well who cares... no one is reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cut my wrists and black my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XxXxXxAnaxXxXxX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112587871036270990?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112587871036270990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112587871036270990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112587871036270990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112587871036270990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-sundays-suck.html' title='Why sundays suck!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112585477765574462</id><published>2005-09-04T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:26:17.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a shy music whore!</title><content type='html'>Yeah I must admit i am a music whore! I love music! I can't live without it!!!...&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom told me she was worried about me because I was becomming shier(sp) than ever! I told her that that wasn't true because I do have friends!! and that if I didn't like to go out well then she had to deal with it! I mean it's my life!!! argh! let me live my life!! I wanted to tell her: well if i am shy it's my problem! I lvoe being like this!&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't...&lt;br /&gt;well im going! thnx who ever is reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cut my wrists and black my eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your little music whore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xXxXxAnaxXxXx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112585477765574462?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112585477765574462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112585477765574462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112585477765574462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112585477765574462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-shy-music-whore.html' title='I&apos;m a shy music whore!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112571798695228879</id><published>2005-09-02T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:26:26.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>news bout my life...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.... mood: careless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is just a great chaos... I can't believe MCR is going to Mexico it sucks! They are posers... punk wannabs! i hate the... Im so tired., my body hurts like hell. I have allergy and I just cut with the stupid table! and it doesn't help that I couldn't take a nap today... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is soffocating you know. I feel exploted and no one understands me. My parents think I'm weird... yeah maybe I am... no one really gets me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know diary... I think you are the only one who gets me! I love you, you are my best friend... i feel like sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah from now on im going to write like that bcuz no one reads and argh! i shouldn't even be typing this! I dunno if i wanna keep writing my second ficcy cuz ones again no ones reads this... maybe because it sucks.. or maybe im a bad writer... yeah i suck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;if someone else writes a comment or writes a messega or w/e i will keep writing my ficcy!&lt;br /&gt;kk g2g buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112571798695228879?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112571798695228879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112571798695228879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112571798695228879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112571798695228879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/09/news-bout-my-life.html' title='news bout my life...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112561962869671345</id><published>2005-09-01T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:07:08.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is to burn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know this fanfic is boring and short! sorry! writer's block! haha not actually i know what's going to happen til the end... but im lazy! hope u guys like it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 8 am. Yesterday I got home at about 11 and decided to take all my “preppy” cloth out of my closet and hang my new cloth. I also put on some band posters and wrote on the wall some poems.&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. The maid offered me some pancakes and I ate them. Yeah I have  a maid like I said before the Cohen family is the richest family in Belleville. Many people say I live in a mansion just because it’s the biggest one in this crappy town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone started ringing and I picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Abs, wassup? Remember we are going to your place today” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning, sunshine! Yeah I remember… so why my house?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well uhh I don’t know I want my friends to be your friends too. So I decided we could go to your place and stuff… maybe we could go to the movies later. Do you have a problem?” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh na, just asking. Uh well then see you at 11?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah bye!” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and went upstairs to get ready. I took a bath and got dressed. I decided to wear jeans, a green day tee, black hoodie and my new black and purple converse.&lt;br /&gt;Since it was just 10 o’clock  I signed in on my msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank’s POV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guys hurry up!” I said a bit mad because Gerard was the only one ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry babe” Gerard said kissing me sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gross guys get a room!” Ray said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahaha well we will get a room eventually and it’s said because you don’t have no one to go into a room with.” Gerard said making fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have a girlfriend! Ok!” Ray said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yer right! We believe you” I said still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Mikey and Michelle came down. Good those two are inseparable. She is almost a pain in the ass! I don’t like that couple. I think Abs and Mikey would look good together! They are perfect for each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112561962869671345?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112561962869671345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112561962869671345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112561962869671345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112561962869671345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-it-is-to-burn.html' title='What it is to burn!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112552438537954167</id><published>2005-08-31T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:39:45.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is to burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here is a bit more! I hope you guys enjoy it! oh and for the record Im going to keep this PG-13!! yeah it's slashy! so enjoy i guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be true… I must be dreaming… I’m here with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She’s so perfect. I think I’m in love… love at first sight. I never thought this could be possible I just thought love at first sight was not real. But it would never work out. I mean, why would she be interested in a big loser like me? I’m ugly and ultra shy… Plus I have a girlfriend who loves me. I shouldn’t be doubting my love. I know I love her. She’s always been her for me. Yeah let’s think about Michelle, not Abby… Well I’ll give it a try…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honey! I knew you were going to be here!” Michelle said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey there. I told you we had band practice” I said while hugging her. She leaned closer to me and we started making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuck, guys get a room!” Ray said pretending he was puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok guys so like I was saying this is my cousin Abby and you have to treat her good because she’s a great girl! You just have to know her” Frankie said hugging Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Michelle, Mikey’s girlfriend.” Michelle said shaking hands with Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby, nice to meet you” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby’s POV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought something with Mikey could work out but apparently he has a girlfriend. Who can blame her? I mean he is cute. Wait I can’t think this! I’m not the kind of girl that gets in between of a relationship. Maybe he is her soul mate. I hate that they look cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I know you… you go to our same highschool, don’t you?” Michelle asked with a suspicious look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah… I think you must have a bad impression about me… I was a fake in the past now I’ve changed” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh and If I did something bad to you guys I’m really sorry! I’m really fucking sorry!” I said again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay I always knew you were kinda different you know..” Michelle said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys started playing and about two hours after they finished. I looked at my watch and decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I guess I have to go. Buhbye Frankie… erhh bye guys, nice to meet you all.” I said getting up and picking up my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye Abs! Tomorrow we are going to your place at 11!” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh great so I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow” I said and went to my car and drove home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112552438537954167?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112552438537954167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112552438537954167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112552438537954167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112552438537954167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-it-is-to-burn_31.html' title='What it is to burn'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112545051155218505</id><published>2005-08-30T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T19:08:31.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is to burn...</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that my Abby was leaving her preppy stage behind. I knew that deep inside her she wanted to be like us. So that’s why I invited her to the band practice. We just started it a month ago. I play the second guitar. My boy friend is the lead singer. Yeah I have a boy friend. His name is Gerard and I love him so much. He is my best friend’s brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Abby today you are going to meet my boy friend” I said kinda shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Boy friend? Woah! Who is the lucky guy?” She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well his name is Gerard Way, he’s the lead singer of my band. Also my best friend’s old brother.” I said while grinning.&lt;br /&gt;“Aww that’s cute, I want to meet him!” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there the guys were already sitting on the porch with their instruments. I pointed Abby who Gerard was. She said he was cute and that we made a cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;I could see jealousy in Gerard’s eyes maybe he thinks I’m going out with Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Frankie?! Are you cheating on me?!” Gerard asked pretty upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? Honey noo! I love you too much to hurt you! Why do you say that?!” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are cheating!! And with a prep! I can’t believe this!” He said pretty annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey watch out! She is my cousin! And she’s not a prep okay!” I said defending Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby’s POV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha this was pretty hilarious watching Frankie discussing with Gerard. I saw this cute boy sitting with a bass guitar on his lap. He had tight jeans, an Anthrax tee, a black hoodie and emo glasses. I wanted to hug him. He seems so huggable!... Okay Abby stop it! You just broke up with Jake! Remember it! And plus he will never go out with you! Maybe he thinks I am a prep… I swear I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey I’m not a prep!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah you are, your fucking preppy friends and jock boyfriend treat us like shit!” A guy with a huge fro said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, that’s them… I’m not longer with them. I’ve changed… I’m really sorry.” I said and a tear escaped from my piercing hazel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No Abby, don’t cry! Come on honey! Ray you asshole you made her cry!” Frankie said while hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Buh hoo the little princess is crying…” Ray said and Gerard laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop it guys, leave her alone you assholes” The guy with glasses said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh wittle Mikey has a crush” Gerard said and Mikey blushed.&lt;br /&gt; “No asshole, I don’t know her! Just leave her alone.” He said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112545051155218505?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112545051155218505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112545051155218505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112545051155218505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112545051155218505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-it-is-to-burn.html' title='What it is to burn...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112544802866202177</id><published>2005-08-30T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T18:53:35.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is to burn---&gt; second ficcy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well this is my second ficcy! I hope u guys like it! sorry for the spelling errors! here it goes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months towards the beginning of school... I’m finally a senior! I just have to wait a couple more of months and I can start my new life. Well let me introduce myself. I’m Abby Cohen, and I’m a fake. My parents have a lot of money, we are the richest family in Belleville, New Jersey. I’m the youngest one in the Cohen family. I have 2 brothers which are in Europe getting their degrees. Why do I say I’m a fake? Well because I’ve been obligated to be a “prep”. I wish I could dress in black and were make up to make myself look dead because that’s what I feel I am… dead… But no, I can’t. I have to dress in pink and pastels, skirts and blouses.&lt;br /&gt;My so called friends are the biggest assholes ever. They think they are the best thing ever just because they are popular and have money. I don’t think they are my friends. Jack Thompson is my boyfriend. We’ve been together since my freshman year. I don’t love him but my parents make me be with him. He treats me so bad. He uses me.&lt;br /&gt;The only member of my family which I adore is my cousin Frankie. He is my best friend. He knows why I ignore him at school and why I can’t protect him and his friends from my “friends”&lt;br /&gt;But this year it’s time to change… I need a change I hate being a fake. Now it’s time to show the real Abby Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A month later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Frankie to meet me in the mall. I had to do a massive shopping. I needed new cloth, shoes, bags and accessories. My parents just recently got divorced and Mom went to Canada with her “lover”. I can’t believe it yet though. But it is better for me. My dad is never home so I can do whatever I want to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived to the mall I went straight to the food court, where we had agreed to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Frankie” I said hugging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby, my dearest!! Hahaha I’ve been waiting for you!” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I’ve notice… you want something to eat first?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well if you are insisting so much… I would love a cheese burger!” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay so lets eat and then we’ll go shopping!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward 30 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG you were really hungry!” I told Frankie while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah you know me! Haha now let’s go” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the stores. The first one we entered was Hottopic. I bought band tees, jeans, tees, shoes, hoodies, two messenger bags, posters, cds and other stuff to decorate my room. Frankie also bought some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours we went to my car and headed to Frankie’s place. He had band practice. But first I had to break up with Jake. So we went to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on the door and his mother told me to go into his room. When I put my hand on the doorknob I heard some moanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! Alice, how could you?!” I asked while seeing the horrible picture of my boyfriend and my friend making out on his own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby honey! I’m sorry!” Jake said while putting on his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No you are not fucking sorry! You know what we are so over! I never want to see you again ever, ever in my life!” I screamed and run downstairs into my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tears coming down my cheek. I didn’t love Jake but I thought that someone cared about me. It still hurt… I never knew he would use me. I should really get use to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby are you okay? Did you break up?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hell yeah! now let’s get to your place!” I said drying the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s hit it then!” Frankie said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112544802866202177?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112544802866202177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112544802866202177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112544802866202177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112544802866202177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-it-is-to-burn-second-ficcy.html' title='What it is to burn---&gt; second ficcy!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112475298793447137</id><published>2005-08-22T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:01:33.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to school sucks..argh</title><content type='html'>Today we returned to school after a two weeks vacation. Waking up was the biggest effort I have made this year... I couldn't keep my eyes opened! Dressing up was easy but I hate my school uniform, it sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to school all I thought was why me?! why?!... I mean this time school has no sense at all! I don't have someone to stalk anymore... lmfao! j/k!... Trying to open my locker was a challenge because I didn't remember my combination until 5 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had civic moment which also stinked! and a mosquito bite me! owie!!!... We clapped a few times, sang the national anthem and the state's anthem too... and a bit more of talking blah blah blah and finally we sang the school anthem and headed towards class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are so mean! This day was supposed to be easy and stupid... In other words no classes or stuff...but noo! all my teachers are so evil that they gave us class and even homework! It's not fair! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a little fun with my friends too. We catched up with all and stuff. As usual Michelle laughter was heard throught the day.. which kinda cheered me up. Talking about music with Kike also cheered me up a bit...but then he told me that a punk-wannabe went to the states and bought MCR's cd (yeah more too but this one hurt the most!)... Talking with Diana was kinda weird... she freaked me out, pissed me off and made me laugh as well... yeah I know weird...weird...weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem today and it's kinda cool, I gues... and contains a lot of taboo thingys... or w/e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun won't shine again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because your smile faded away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you saw my slited wrists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the blood on my fists,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tears shed on the ground,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because I cried when I found&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that your feelings were fake...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you just took this stake,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you killed me slowly twice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really thought I was wise...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote it at my lengua class... like always it was plain boring.... It's funny because I get really inspired at this class....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well  g2g... Buhbye Mr. Emptyness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cut my wrists and black my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XxXxXxXxAnaxXxXxXx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my final breath is gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112475298793447137?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112475298793447137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112475298793447137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112475298793447137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112475298793447137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/returning-to-school-sucksargh.html' title='Returning to school sucks..argh'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112431110649103080</id><published>2005-08-17T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:02:45.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My dancing shoes!</title><content type='html'>Yup like my title says this post is gonna be about my dancing shoes.... lalala oh but wait! i don't have dancing shoes! lmfao O.o... ok i'm a bit funny today, sorry 'bout it!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Tower Records and bought my bass guitar, a dvd, bass strap and the case!... hehe and the guys told me I was cool and stuff yay! one even offered me bass lessons... *blushes heavily* lol! (he was kinda cute though!) *blushes again*&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the elevator at San Marino, a woman asked me if the bass was a violin... I told her that it was a bass guitar... dude I mean the violin is way smaller hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;After going to San Marino I had to go to the dentist! whee! I like my dentists she is cool and funny! I just went for my anual check (guess it's anual or whatever!) and i didn't have a single thing! whee! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home I put on the DVD and "started learning" how to play the bass! hahaha the dvd is funny... i dunno what that thing is... i think it's a man but he/she looks like a girl! hahahaha so i called him/she thing!&lt;br /&gt;I already know certain positions and stuff... my fingers hurted a lot though... but today I bought the amplifier(sp!) and some little plastic things you use to play (yup i'm lame i dunno what to call those in English!)... so now my fingers won't hurt anymore...! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well g2g Mr. Emptyness! buhbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cut my wrists and black my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XxXxXxAnaXxXxXx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112431110649103080?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112431110649103080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112431110649103080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112431110649103080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112431110649103080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-dancing-shoes.html' title='My dancing shoes!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112422436255862071</id><published>2005-08-16T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:32:42.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The bassist?</title><content type='html'>Everything started a few months ago when a friend of mine told me I should learn how to play the guitar or something and stop spending some much time on the computer... and I thought na I'm to lazy and lame... But last week I had a dream... (i'm not telling about the dream! muahaha...!!) and it involved Mikey Way... so yeah you all know he plays the bass guitar for MCR... and in my dream he was teaching me how to play the bass guitar...&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I was reading some messages at UMCRS and one was about guitars... a girl asked which one was easier to learn how to play: a bass guitar or a guitar... so everyone said that bass guitar was easier and that almost  the mayority of bassists learned how to play by themselves...&lt;br /&gt;So I thought about what my friend said... and decided that i'm learning how to play the bass guitar in honor of Mikey Way.... hell yeah! and today in about an hour I'm gonna go to buy my bass! whee! I wuv my parents hehe...&lt;br /&gt;well Mr. Emptyness g2g!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XxXxAnaXxXx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112422436255862071?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112422436255862071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112422436255862071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112422436255862071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112422436255862071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/bassist.html' title='The bassist?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112405594870286148</id><published>2005-08-14T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T15:45:48.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>playas?</title><content type='html'>Hoy me despertaron muy temprano!!! eran las 7 am y me abren la puerta de la habitación y me despiertan!! no me parece! fue muy temprano... es domingo por Dios!!! argh...&lt;br /&gt;Bueno la razón por la cual me levantaron tan temprano era porque Ivan, un amigo de mi papá, nos invitó a su casa en Playas. Para variar yo no queria ir. El plan era que ellos---&gt; mi familia se vayan y yo me quedaba en casa vagando... pero no!! me hicieron ir!&lt;br /&gt;De paso que me levantaron temprano en el carro tuve que soportar a Sebastian y Darwin (mis "sobrinitos") pelear... argh.. tenia ganas de ponerlos en mute!... Todo el camino fui escuchando música... (mucho MCR, The Used y The Dresden Dolls!)...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegamos hacia mucho frío asi que me puse mi abrigo jeje... Como soy "freak" estaba en jean, tee de Happy Bunny!, mis skechers y mi abrigo! Mientras que mi primo y su familia en ropa de playa... bueno quien los culpa para ellos el mar es caliente... en Canadá es el triple, incluso hasta más frio... (hablo por experiencia!)&lt;br /&gt;La pase taaaan divertida escuchando a mi papá y sus amigos conversar sobre cosas que ni sabia... de escucharlos hablar sobre vinos... y después para rematar los perros de alguien que estaba ahi, estaba en celo! y perseguía a la hembra por todas partes... fue tan gross ver a ese perro apareandose!!! (voy a borrar eso de mi memoria)...&lt;br /&gt;A veces iba a la playa a ver que estaban haciendo mis "sobrinitos" pero no les prestaba mucha atención, jaja que mala que soy...&lt;br /&gt;De ahi se me ocurrió la grandiosa idea de mensajear a Lotsy Foxy aka Michelle jajajaa... (si Michelle ese es tu nuevo nick!!! LOTSY FOXY!)... estuvimos mensajeando millon... y después me llamó... fue un relajo...&lt;br /&gt;Eran las 2 de la tarde cuando se les ocurrió comer... bueno si tenía hambre... pero todo lo que tenian eran cosas con mariscos! asi que no comí nada porque soy alérgica!... todos comieron menos yo jajaja... me siento especial...&lt;br /&gt;Ya después de comer salimos a Guayaquil! (whee! civilización!!!!!!!)... Asi que nos embarcamos y empezamos el retorno, el cual fue igual que la ida solo que dormí prácticamente todo el camino! asi que no tuve que escuchar todas las peleas...&lt;br /&gt;Ya llevo como una hora aquí en la ciudad  y todavía no he almorzado... aja nadie me quiere! mis padres se fueron a una fiesta y ya que mi querida y adorada hermana no queria salir tengo que esperar hasta que lleguen mis padres para salir a comer... ya me imagino que llegan dentro de unas horas... argh... tengo hambre!! &gt;_&lt; *cries*&lt;br /&gt;O.o uhh creo que tengo arena en los zapatos jajaja... debe ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno Mr. Emptyness te dejo ya que me voy a jugar cualquier tontera asi sea neopets... bueno buhbye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XxXxAnaXxXx  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112405594870286148?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112405594870286148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112405594870286148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112405594870286148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112405594870286148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/playas.html' title='playas?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112388332373102558</id><published>2005-08-12T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:48:43.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For all MCR fans!</title><content type='html'>I think every fan should read this... I copied from UMCRS! so read it plz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, we've gathered all you vampire minions for a reason. To make you respectable fans of My Chemical Romance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MCR formed to make a difference in kids lives. They had a message that they wanted to get across. And they did that through the amazing music they have written and preformed for the last three years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've noticed many of you (and this may not apply to all) don't take MCR the way they intended. It's about the music. It shouldn't matter what the guys look like. They could be hideously deformed and physically disabled. But it shouldn't matter. They play extraordinary music that we believe we can relate to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Gerard Way is not My Chemical Romance. He is the front man. The singer of a five person band. But he is not the whole band. He is an extremely, wonderfully talented man that plays a big role in the band. But I repeat, he is not the whole band. What would My Chemical Romance be without Ray Toro or Bob Bryar? Even Matt Pelissier, despite personal differences, helped form what MCR is today. You can't take a whole band and narrow it down to one person. Believe me, all the boys of My Chemical Romance are attractive. But even if they weren't, we would still listen to their music.What we're trying to say is, please, listen to the music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don't worry about what they look like. Don't obsess over their appearance. Worry about whether you like their music or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secondly, My Chemical Romance is at the point where they can no longer have a conversation with their fans. Gerard has to hide himself and rarely come out, Frank has to run and be guarded by security, Mikey is scared easily and stays away from it all, Ray has to disguise himself, and Bob is barely noticed. Is this what you want from MCR? Do you ever want to meet them? Then we suggest you chill out, take a deep breath, stop saying you want to "rape them", admit to yourself that they are happily in relationships and will never be with you, and then maybe you can finally be respected and have a conversation with them. We, the vampires, had an unforgettable opportunity to have a casual conversation with Ray Toro. He was the nicest guy we have ever met. We talked about several different random things. He was completely down to earth but sadly, he had to hide himself so he could just talk to us without being interrupted by a crowd of uncontrollable teenagers. They're scared of these girls. And if you are one of them, this is why we're trying to help. We want you to be able to enjoy MCR the way we do. Where you can go to a show, listen to great music, and talk with the band.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I hope you all take this into consideration. Listen to the music and respect them as talented musical artists. They are musicians, not models.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,the vampires.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone should pass this because what it says its true!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cut my wrists and black my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xXxAnaxXx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112388332373102558?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112388332373102558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112388332373102558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112388332373102558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112388332373102558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-all-mcr-fans.html' title='For all MCR fans!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112364316964011920</id><published>2005-08-09T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T11:10:40.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Llama song!? wtf?! O.o</title><content type='html'>ok I was reading some fanfics at UMCRS and then I saw this post by &lt;em&gt;Flamescream ... &lt;/em&gt;this song or whatever it is is about this llama they have been posting in all the messages... though this llama is green and has the face of a frog... weird huh? well read the song it's funny and stupid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a llama, there's a llama, and another little llama, fuzzy llama, funny llama, llama llama, duck. Llama llama, cheescake, llama, tablet, brick, potato, llama, llama llama, mushroom, llama, llama llama, duck. I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake, but I never saw the way, the orange slayed the rake. I was only three years dead, but it told a tale, and now listen, little child to the safety rail. Did you ever seen a llama?, kiss a llama, on the llama, llama's llama, tastes of llama, llama llama, duck. Half a llama, twice of llama, not a llama, farmer, llama, llama in a car, alarm a llama, llama, duck. Is that how it's told now, is it all so old? Is it made of lemon juice? doorknob, ankle, cold. Now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck. Now it's time to retire now, and become a duck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oh by the way go to this link n watch the video: www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I laughed so hard while reading it... it's so funny!! lmfao!&lt;br /&gt;well g2g mr. emptyness! i hope you enjoyed this funny post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cut my wrist and black my eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XxXAnaXxX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112364316964011920?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112364316964011920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112364316964011920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112364316964011920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112364316964011920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/llama-song-wtf-oo.html' title='Llama song!? wtf?! O.o'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112360265719300826</id><published>2005-08-09T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:56:13.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawthorne Heights</title><content type='html'>Ok now I'm obsessed with a new band! but not as obsessed as I am with MCR!... I'm like their songs, their lyrics, their rythm! ok I like it all! if you haven't listened to Hawthorne Heights then you gotta listen to them!&lt;br /&gt;ok here I'm going to post two of their songs... so here they go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Niki FM"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's go down now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of your thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurry up now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're waiting for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us to fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fall to pieces now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I fall to pieces now) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a broken mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I fall to pieces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in your life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The silence in black and white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;falling forward as she walks towards the light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sleep with one eye open so I can see you breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I sleep with one eye open) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I follow your chest home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until I, (so I can see you breathing)I can see you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear you breathe in exhale &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the silence in black and white &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(so I can see you breathing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(so I can see you breathing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(so I can see you breathing) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm outside of your window with my radio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are the only station you play the song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you are the song I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ohio Is For Lovers"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where you are and how you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With these lights off as these wheels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep rolling on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and on and on and on...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slow things down or speed them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not enough or way too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and on and on and on...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How are you when I'm gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't make it on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(And I can't make it on my own.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because my heart is in Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like it too, and I can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never stop until my final breath is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spare me just three last words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I love you" is all she heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.[x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't make it on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(And I can't make it on my own.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because my heart is in Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like it too, and I can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never stop until my final breath is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like it too, and I can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never stop until my final breath is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(YOU...KILL...ME...WELL!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My final breath is gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can fall asleep tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't make it on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(And I can't make it on my own.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because my heart is in Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So cut my wrists and black my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like it too, and I can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never stop until my final breath is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know you do, you kill me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You like it too, and I can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never stop until my final breath is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[to fade]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love this songs they make me sad though... but they are awesome! so go right now and download them! hehe...well i'm taking off Mr. Emptyness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so cut my wrist and black my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XxXAnaXxX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112360265719300826?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112360265719300826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112360265719300826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112360265719300826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112360265719300826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/hawthorne-heights.html' title='Hawthorne Heights'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112354192144340305</id><published>2005-08-08T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:58:41.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random poems i wrote the other day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of just thinking about him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it feels so wrong maybe it's a sin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when I see him I just sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because I know this is not right!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's the other one:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His eyes are icy blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his hair is kinda cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his hands are as soft as velvet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when he touched me I melted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ans his smile is so perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but he is too overrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our love is exrrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the day is overwhelming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope I'm not creating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all this feelings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I hope all this isn't fake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz if it is i'll ache...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yupe I know they are lame! and they don't even make sense hhahaaha... and once again they are dedicated to no one! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was going to write another fanfic but I don't feel like writing it anymore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's lame and no one reads this stuff so whatever! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112354192144340305?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112354192144340305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112354192144340305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112354192144340305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112354192144340305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-poems-i-wrote-other-day.html' title='random poems i wrote the other day!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112354159750207281</id><published>2005-08-08T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:53:17.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations are super fun! whee!</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm being sarcastic about my title! Vacations suck! they suck soooo bad! I mean it's like my first day of vacations and all I have done is: sleep (like crazy! every freaking hour or so!), eat (not that much i actually drank a lot of juice!), chat (like always!), listen to music! (hell yeah!! whoa!), explore the internet, talk on the phone, read fanfics!, watch tv and argue with my sister!&lt;br /&gt;I thought vacations were going to be a lot funnier and cooler!&lt;br /&gt;It's vacation ppl so why aren't you all logged in?! why!? ARGH!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warning teenie moment on the way!!--&gt;Uh! today I found more pics of Mikey drinking water and one where he was outside and the sun light is making him look even better!! drools... also pics of Gee and Frankie hehe!--&gt; ok no more teenie moment! phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to the movies! yay! I'm going to see The House of Wax! just because the soundtrack is from MCR! haha... yeah I am obsessed so!? I'm proud of it though! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Mr. Emptyness! g2g!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112354159750207281?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112354159750207281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112354159750207281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112354159750207281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112354159750207281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/vacations-are-super-fun-whee.html' title='Vacations are super fun! whee!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112318746413293010</id><published>2005-08-04T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T17:44:14.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled poem I just wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t know what’s the deal with you&lt;br /&gt;You just seem different and caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t sleep without thinking you twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so cute when you touch your hair,I just stare&lt;br /&gt;Right into your hazel eyes, I love your glare&lt;br /&gt;When you smile my heart melts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your silly jokes make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Even thought it’s just for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I saw you pass by&lt;br /&gt;I thought about our secrets and lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it funny how I keep thinking about the past?&lt;br /&gt;How I just day dream about you? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s confusing, I know it’s a blur&lt;br /&gt;But I fancy you and I wish you could&lt;br /&gt;Just say you are keen on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again I've returned to my old hobby... writing stuff.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh by the way, Mr. Emptyness this poem is dedicated to anyone I guess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if it is I'm not telling who! muahahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me fancy lots of dudes ya know lol! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no I'm kinding! well plz comment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112318746413293010?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112318746413293010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112318746413293010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112318746413293010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112318746413293010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled-poem-i-just-wrote.html' title='Untitled poem I just wrote'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112311870617245800</id><published>2005-08-03T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:25:06.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoinks?</title><content type='html'>Hey emptyness! I'm writing again whee duh... ok so let's start what did I do today?&lt;br /&gt;First I went to school because I had my Lengua midterm. I was a bit afraid because a friend told me the exam was uber hard! So last night I memorized almost all the terms we had seen. At the end the exam wasn't that hard... but oh well I'm not getting a hundred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phsycologist(sp?) told us to go to her office because we had to fill in some papers about the especializations. So I went with Diana and Kike. When we got there we had to sit in the waiting room because Mrs. Marisol was busy with some guys. And us, sophomores had to wait... we waited until we got fed up and then decided to go to the lockers and returning to the office. Finally we filled the papers and had the interview! Michelle and Kike where going to the computer lab to use the internet but I had to go at 9:30! so my great friends walked me to the parking lot and waited until my father came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; ok i'm going to skip a lot of boring things ok mr. emptyness? kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah like two hours ago my cousin William arrived with his family. He's married and he has 3 kids O.o yeah 3!!! He lives in Canada and he came to visit us. Well I'm an honest person I hate kids... well I don't hate them! I just don't like when they get hyper and annoying! or when they ask this little silly questions! They came into my room and kidnapped Mr. Darth Vader Potatoe! I need to get him back!!! First my sister stole it and now this kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g I'm soooo bored Mr. Emptyness! bye xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah you stabbed me to death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112311870617245800?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112311870617245800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112311870617245800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112311870617245800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112311870617245800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/zoinks.html' title='Zoinks?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112302810119620281</id><published>2005-08-02T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:13:18.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Label urself?!</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda fed up with the people who you just met and they tell you "I'm a goth" or "I'm an emo" or even "I'm a punk"... I mean since when people started labeling themselves?! I mean what facts make you label yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you listen to rock or whatever and since you listen to that then you are i don't know let's say a punk. I mean that's just wrong! I'm starting to hate people who label themselves... not hate but not liking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the fact that you listen, dress or &lt;strong&gt;imitate&lt;/strong&gt; a so called "goth", "punk" or "emo" doesn't mean that you are that. That's just being a poser or even a teenie! God!...&lt;br /&gt;What truly makes you label is the way you feel towards life or whatever! but peeps! don't label urselves just because you follow this certain stereotype!! --&gt;I don't want to label myself... but if i have to then I'm a total emo! bcuz of the way i act and feel!... so think about this guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's talk about teenies and how much I hate them!!! Now what exactly is a teenie? A teenie is a person who normally is a teenager or a young adult who says he/she likes this certain band or singer that it's on mainstream. And they just know by heart their hit song and nothing else. They say that they are fans even though they just have listened to one damn song!!! Or worse! people that like a band because their members are cute! I hate teenies!!! oh and what are the typical teenie frases? " OMG, (name here... name from a band member) I wanna have your babies!" "OMG! (name here...) you are so hot!" "OMG! (name here) I wanna fuck you!"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion teenies are fakes and posers! they try to imitate whats mainstream! I hate them and I think they should die! muahahahaha *evil grin*... my good twin and I decided to kill them all... well someday we'll do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g audience... well no one's reading *sobs* not fair... but whatever ya know! i think I'm getting used to it... at least there's a place where i can post and write all my ideas, thoughts n stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112302810119620281?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112302810119620281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112302810119620281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112302810119620281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112302810119620281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/label-urself.html' title='Label urself?!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112301713924867100</id><published>2005-08-02T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:12:19.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to say lyrics!--&gt; The Used!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The singer finished singing and she's walking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The singer sheds a tear, her fear of falling out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's hard to say how I feel today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For years gone by and I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say that I was wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you've been gone, it's not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My worries weigh the world, how I used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's hard to say how I feel today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For years gone by and I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say that I was wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you've been gone, it's not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say I held my tongueIt's hard to say if only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you've been gone, it's not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worse than a fear it's the knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's hard to say how I feel today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For years gone by and I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say that I was wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you've been gone, it's not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say I held my tongue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say if only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you've been gone, I'm not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to say (God, it's hard to say)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you've been gone,I'm not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh this boredness sucks! hehe i'm supposed to be studying for lengua! but I'm taking a break... which started a few hours ago hahahahaha jk! i'm chatting/studying hahaah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can we give our selves one more chance?!--&gt; ok returning to reality... I'm bored...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok guys g2g... guys? haaha no one reads this so no one g2g! thnx 4 reading this no one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112301713924867100?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112301713924867100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112301713924867100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112301713924867100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112301713924867100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/hard-to-say-lyrics-used.html' title='Hard to say lyrics!--&gt; The Used!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112293748869671636</id><published>2005-08-01T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:04:48.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird...</title><content type='html'>Ok I just realised I haven't eaten anything since I came home from school!! Which was about 11:45 am! weird! I just had a limonade and a chocolate bar... ok i'm so weird! and I'm chewing gum! and i'm not hungry! O.o I'm freaked out!!! well i'm bored! Not that bored I'm reading some fanfics n checking some messages at UMCRS! whee I luv that page!&lt;br /&gt;Awww now I'm crying! I just read a story's ending it's so sad! why did she do it?! why?!...&lt;br /&gt;well i'm still bored, fed up and not hungry!&lt;br /&gt;g2g n keep reading pr something!&lt;br /&gt;buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112293748869671636?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112293748869671636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112293748869671636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112293748869671636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112293748869671636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/weird.html' title='Weird...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112292612717816197</id><published>2005-08-01T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:55:27.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey guys! just wanted to tell you that i'm not posting my fanfic anymore because just one person reads it!... (thnx Michelle!! &lt;333!)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past days have been quite tiring(sp?) cuz we are on midterm exams! and they're not that hard but it sure keep us worried!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I had the math midterm! and it wasn't that hard but we had only 60 minutes and like 20 minutes before it was over we all realized there was more on the back of the paper! T_T I was really pissed off because we had to finish numbers 6-10 in like 18 minutes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I found out that the other courses' test was a lot easier and shorter! I hate my math teacher! argh!well i don't hate him! he's funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The worst part is that I had the exam at the first hour and I had to wait 'til 11: 15!! What we did was we went to the stadium. (We: Michelle, Elisa, Daniela, Johnny, Kike and Erick... the others appeared later hehe!) We were singing MCR's, The Used's n Senses fail's songs!!!! hehe then Johnny and Elisa told us to shut up!! but well whatever Michelle, Kike and I kept on singing as hard as we could! lmfao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we were bored as hell so we went to lab 2 (i think it was 2 or was it lab 1? i dunno!) and we were there 'til 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My life is boring as hell i know haha but at least now Kike borrowed me Relient K's cd! Mmhhm! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! *jumps like crazy and then does the happy dance* o.O sorry I'm kinda hyper hahaha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well g2g...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ps: MIKEY WAY IS MINE! MY MIKEY WAY! I WUV U MIKEY WAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112292612717816197?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112292612717816197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112292612717816197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112292612717816197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112292612717816197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/08/fed-up.html' title='Fed up!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112273974463314285</id><published>2005-07-30T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:04:59.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up the next morning I realized it was my birthday. I thought about what had happened yesterday. I cried until I finally fell asleep. Frankie stayed with me until I felt asleep and then he went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 11 o’clock n I decided to call Frankie because he was a bit worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Morning Frankie!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Morning Angel, how are you?” Frankie asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, I’m better than yesterday” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I’m going to pick you up in ten minutes! I want you to meet some friends!” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok give me time to take a bath and stuff!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok I’ll see you in 20 ok?” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok bye” I said and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the shower and I looked myself at the mirror. My hazel eyes were red and my eye liner was a big mess because I had cried a lot. I took a shower and got dressed. I put on a My Chemical Romance tee that Frankie got me the other day, some jeans and my converse. I went downstairs grabbed my messenger bag and my hoodie and waited for Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey you are late!” I told Frankie and kissed him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You told me to give you more time!” He said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok so who am I going to meet?” I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a surprise birthday girl” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww you remembered thanks!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah but I’m giving you your present later.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok as long as you party with me and stay with me I don’t care about the present” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok so I’m not giving it to you.” He said laughing. ”No I’m just joking!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a hotel which was surrounded by many teens and they were yelling things like “Bert you are so hot! Gimme your autograph!”, “OMG! Quinn I want to have your babies” and stuff. Then they saw Frankie and they freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! I’ts Frankie Iero! I love you!!! You are so hot!! ” A girl yelled running towards us. Then more girls started running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no! not this again!” Frankie said while taking my hand and started running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run all the way to the elevators and then we arrived at the floor number 6. I was laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hahahaa you have fans! I mean teenie fans! Aww they love you and want to have your babies!” I said while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey it’s not funny! I hate it! They don’t leave us alone!” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of the elevator and went to room number 612. Frankie knocked on the door and this really cute guy with long awesome hair and bright blue eyes opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Bitch!” He said while hugging Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Bert, this is my friend Abby, Abby Bert, Bert Abby” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Abby, I’m Bert” Bert said while hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Abby nice to meet you.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we entered the room it was huge. There were three other guys with Bert. He introduced them to me. They were Quinn, Jepha and Branden. Then they started talking about their band and stuff. They were called The Used… I told them I had heard a couple of their songs. So they made me listen to their whole CD. I really liked it! Bert had a great voice and the rest were great musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love your music.” I told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So are we better than MCR?” Quinn asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm no comments!! I can’t say that if I say something someone might kill me! And besides I think MCR and The Used both rock my dirty little socks.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yay! Weeeee!! We know we are the best thing in the whole fucking world” They all said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there until 1 pm because Frankie had to go somewhere. So we said goodbye and Bert invited us to his concert at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankie’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going out as planned. Abby was going to go to The Used concert where she was going to keep her surprise. I hope this works out because I want her so bad! I want her to be with me. I’ve noticed she never takes off the promise ring which is good because she loves me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go grab something to eat” I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I’m hungry let’s go” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat and we had a great time. Then I dropped her home so she could get ready for the gig. Also I had to pick up her present. It was a gold necklace with a heart charm. Inside the charm it was our picture. The one Gerard took when we were dating. I loved that picture and I know she loves it too. I hope she likes the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later at the gig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to the concert. There were lots of people. My Chemical Romance was also there in a VIP area. Gerard, Beth, Ray, Chris (Ray’s gf), Bob, Summer (Bob’s almost gf), Mikey, Chloe, Frankie and I were all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had congratulated me for my birthday I received quite a few presents. They were so good with me. I thanked them and then we watched the concert. I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I new who it was. Mikey...&lt;br /&gt;The show was about to end it was their last song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay so this last song is dedicated to my new friend Abby. This song is dedicated by Frankie and one more last thing HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABBY!” Bert said and started singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seemed to stop my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My head on your chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting to cave in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the bottom of my...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hear your voice again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could we dim the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wonder where we've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe you and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So kiss me like you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart stopped beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a softer sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm melting, I'm melting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could stay a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm melting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I caught fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never caught my breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every second I'm without you I'm a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever know each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust these words are stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why cuts aren't healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learning how to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm melting (I'm melting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyesI lost my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could stay a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm melting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I caught fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Stay with me lay with me now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You could stay and watch me fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course I'll ask for help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just stay with me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could take our heads off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay in bed just make love that's all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just stay with me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm melting (I'm melting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could stay a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm melting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I caught fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could stay a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm melting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like my first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I caught fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just stay with me lay with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Stay with me, lay with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's sleep till the sun burns out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm melting in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I'm melting in your eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's sleep till the sun burns out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm melting in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone was staring at me. Gosh I  started to cry I couldn’t believe someone loves me this much. I love Frankie. I really do, now I realised that I’m attracted to him. I mean he is been there always for me. When I’m happy, sad or normal. Plus Mikey obviously got over me. I need to get over him and this time it’s different I’m not using Frankie because this time I do feel something. I hope it works out. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More later... yeah I know no one's reading but fuck it! I'm effin bored.. yeah I should be studying but that would be more boring!!! so if you are reading! plz plz plz plz plz leave a comment! I'm begging you! plz? *puppy face* I'll give you a cookie if you comment!! *shows cookies!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112273974463314285?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112273974463314285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112273974463314285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112273974463314285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112273974463314285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/abbys-pov-when-i-woke-up-next-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112273828782639815</id><published>2005-07-30T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:46:46.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12--&gt; Yeah I know I said a few years… but  I only took one</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*a year passed*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in New York wasn’t that bad. The only bad thing was that I didn’t have a boyfriend. I finished studying one year of my career and decided to drop out because my father told me that I had to go back to New Jersey to take care of the family company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty exited because in a day I was returning to my hometown and I missed my friends. I really needed to see Mikey as well. Now we had the chance to have something.&lt;br /&gt;The only person I have seeing here in New York was Frankie. He was came for vacations, he has become my best friend. I really think he still loves me and I love him but not in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my phone and dialled Frankie’s number to give him the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, Frankie!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Frankie’s asleep… let me wake him up.” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it was Mikey! Mikey, my Mikey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How are you?” I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine I guess and you?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m happy!!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh cool, hey here’s Frankie, bye” Mikey said I could tell he was sad because of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was nice hearing you Miks” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah bye” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heeeey Abs” Frankie screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gosh you don’t have to scream, you know?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah but I had to it’s being sooo long. I thought you didn’t remember me!” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey we talked a week ago” I said laughing a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah hehe and well what’s going on?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that tomorrow I was returning to New Jersey and that he couldn’t tell anyone because it was a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;The next day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankie’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so exited about Abby returning home. God I missed her so much. And yeah I admit it I’m not over her. In fact I think I love her more. The thing is that she doesn’t love me the way I do… I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her entering the room and run towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby! I’ve missed you so much girl!” I told her while hugging her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Frankie!” She said while hugging me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go and pick up your things” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she took my hand and started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her stuff and head towards her house. Then we left her things there and went to&lt;br /&gt;Gerard’s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the way to Gerard’s place. Frankie told me that Gerard and Beth are now dating. Weird huh? Well I think they make a great couple… When we arrived the only thing I thought of was Mikey. I wanted to hug him tight and kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;Beth opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! You bitch! When were you planning to tell you were returning?” She said while hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry hehe it was a surprise Beth or should I say Mrs. Way?” I said while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah Mrs. Way sounds good.” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Abby it’s been a year! Oh you don’t even imagine how much we missed you!” He said while hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I’ve missed you guys even more!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while and decided to go to the basement. When we got there I my world fell apart once again. I saw Mikey on top of this girl kissing. I wanted to kill that bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sorry… I didn’t know you guys were busy” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped kissing and Mikey got up desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there, kissing with Chloe. I met her at a gig we had 3 months ago when I was still sad about Abby. Then I heard her voice. I just couldn’t believe it she was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ No we are not busy” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh uhmm hi then” Abby said. Everyone else was quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi oh this is Chloe… Chloe Abby, Abby Chloe” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey I’m Chloe, Mikey’s girlfriend” Chloe said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm Abby Frankie's friend” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ So we better get going Abby you have to unpack your things.” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah well you are right. Bye guys, it was nice meeting you Chloe.” She said and left with Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I couldn’t believe it she was back… yeah my feelings were the same towards her. But now I was with Chloe and she left me a year ago. So obviously she hates me or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112273828782639815?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112273828782639815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112273828782639815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112273828782639815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112273828782639815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-12-yeah-i-know-i-said-few.html' title='Chapter 12--&gt; Yeah I know I said a few years… but  I only took one'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112230417201850488</id><published>2005-07-25T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:09:32.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11--&gt; And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the after party of our show. We were all happy. Abby was there she seemed distracted and had sad eyes. I had a bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Guys I’ve got something to announce” Abby  said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What’s wrong?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m going to move to New York” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What? Why?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Because I have to move on, I can’t keep hurting myself. This city brings me bad memories. And I also have to start college as well.” Abby said with tears coming out of her beautiful hazel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We will miss you Abs!” Gerard said hugging her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were all hugging her and asking where she was staying and for how long she was going to be in New York. I just felt my world being destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guys went out for beers and the only ones left in the room were Abby and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw Mikey, he was trying to hide away his tears. I could see the sadness in his eyes behind those glasses. I remembered I had to go tomorrow. I wasn’t planning to return in a few years. I knew I had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Abby don’t go please” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I can’t Mikey.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stared at each others’ eyes. I could tell he had strong feelings for me. I leaned towards him and I pressed my lips against his. I started to kiss him deeply and he didn’t refuse the kiss. I felt his tongue massaging mine. It was a passionate kiss, the best one I had ever have.  We stopped kissing after 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I have to go.” I said and run to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/em&gt;  (Ana: sorry I know I’m changing a lot t from POV to POV hehe sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she ran out of here I felt empty, she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hey Mikey what happened why did Abby go away?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know…” I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to keep writing even though no one reads!!! &gt;_&lt; *cries* Hey plz! if u r reading this plz plz plz leave a effin' comment ! I don't care who you are! but plz!! Comment and I'll give you a cookie! a cookie!? no one wants a cookie??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112230417201850488?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112230417201850488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112230417201850488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112230417201850488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112230417201850488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-11-and-collision-of-your-kiss.html' title='Chapter 11--&gt; And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112230262281628761</id><published>2005-07-25T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T08:43:42.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10 continued! --&gt; Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby! You are okay!” Frankie said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They all hugged me and I told them what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Thanks God, now Jess is in jail for committing murder” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Murder? I’m not dead!” I said, “OMG! Kat-Kat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yeah sorry I thought you knew” Gerard said with a sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“When Jess shot you, Kat tried to kick his ass. But Jess shot her and she died,” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“OMG! It was all my fault! I wanted to go to her house and talk with her! And now she’s dead!” I said crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s all my fault” Mikey said. (Ana: by the way Mikey is still at the hospital but he got out of his room (the one next to Abby’s)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No it’s mine… I shouldn’t have acted like that! A friend is a friend no matter what.” I said crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment a doctor and Beth entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hey honey!” Beth said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hey” I said still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“So I guess you found out. I’m so sad, she was our best friend after all.” Beth said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mikey went to his room, he had a really sad face. And Frankie followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was all my fault. I felt so bad… first I committed suicide, second I wasn’t there to defend Abby from Jess and she almost got raped! Third Kat is dead and it’s all my fault because if I wouldn’t have been with her none of this would had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have to spoil it all? I think I’ve broke many hearts… I broke and shattered to pieces Abby’s heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Mikey, are you ok?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yeah I just need to be alone” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ok, I’m gonna see how Abby is” Frankie said leaving the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can’t take it anymore. It’s my fault she’s dead! I want to die… I almost got rapped and by best friend  is dead, well I still got Beth but we were a team. The three mosque tiers! We were invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Everything is going to be okay.” Gerard said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No it’s not… I can’t take it anymore.” I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This last weeks were very sad. I couldn’t go to Kat’s funeral because I was still at the hospital but when I got out I went to visit her with Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*flashback*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hey Kat-Kat, I’m so sorry” I said with tears starting to fall, “I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your funeral. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry and I hope you can forgive me for being such a jerk. I still consider you my best friend.  I just wish you are in heaven I know you are. Don’t worry I’ll avenge your ghost with every breath I take. Jess is now in jail and he’s going down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain, Frankie hugged me and told me it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Bye honey, rest well… I’ll come to visit you every day until I go…” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Bye Kats I also promise I’ll come to visit you.” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*end of flashback*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I promised Kat to avenge her ghost… That means that I have to go away from Mikey… I’m going to move no one knows except Frankie and Beth.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie told me to stay, I know he still loves me but I can’t do this. I have to forget my past because it hurts when I remember about it.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going in a week. I’m going to New York I have to leave New Jersey…&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and the guy’s band is doing well. They are called My Chemical Romance and they are about to launch their first CD. They got me a copy which I love. I have gone to all of their shows but now I can’t go. I hope they understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112230262281628761?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112230262281628761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112230262281628761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112230262281628761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112230262281628761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-10-continued-untitled.html' title='Chapter 10 continued! --&gt; Untitled'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112206875522691754</id><published>2005-07-22T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:21:15.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You--&gt; my new poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my razor that helps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me get through hard times,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the spike that kills &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the vampire inside me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the rope that helps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me hang my doubts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the river that helps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me drown all of my fears...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wrote this today hehe I think its kinda good! yeah n I'll keep writing my fanfic even thought no one reads it! which is kinda annoying! argh! well i hope you like my poem its kewl! haha g2g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XoXo, Skittles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112206875522691754?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112206875522691754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112206875522691754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112206875522691754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112206875522691754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-my-new-poem.html' title='You--&gt; my new poem'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112190235891731981</id><published>2005-07-20T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T17:32:38.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10 --&gt; Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the hospital Mikey was already in the emergency room, so they didn’t let us in. I was crying while Frankie was hugging me. Gerard was on the phone telling his parents what had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cell phone rings*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey” I sad while sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Hello Abby… it’s daddy” My dad said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh hey dad, uh I can’t really talk right now, I’m at the hospital because Mikey…” I said but my father interrupted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I just wanted to tell you that your mother and I are going to stay here for some days and we’ll be back after 2 weeks… so listen to your sister and use your credit card if you need something” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok… well then bye” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bye sweetie, take care” He said and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate it… my parents were never home. They just didn’t care much about us, specially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Abby you’ve been here for 3 hours and your cloth are stained with Mikey’s blood.” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I should get you home, for you to rest” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I think so too… I’ll come back tomorrow.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He drove me home and went back to the hospital to take care of Gerard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Bye thanks a lot Frankie, you really are a great friend. The best someone can have!” I said and kissed him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, don’t worry about Mikey. He’s going to be okay. He’s a strong guy!” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye” I said and he drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my door I could notice something strange. No one was home but I felt there was someone in here. I went to my room and screamed when I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jess’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to be with Abby. She is so beautiful. She has a really nice body and I hate the fact that she’s an emo when she just fits in our group. So I decided I needed to be with her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t scream honey” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Abby asked she was really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing I was just thinking about you and realised that I need to have you.” I said approaching to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you crazy? Get out of my house!” she yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No I’m not going until I have you, I need to be with you!” I said while tying her hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop this! Don’t hurt me!” She cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m just going to make you mine.” I said while smiling I was really turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t!!! Leave me alone! Don’t do this Jess” I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry” He said and started touching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed so hard that my throat was hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Then she came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! Jess what the hell are you doing?! Get of her!” Kat screamed hitting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately step back and started arguing with  Kat. I untied myself and went to help her. Then I heard a shot and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the next day*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up because my arm hurt a little. Then I realised I was in a hospital and my arm had a wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! What happened?!” I screamed I was very confused I didn’t remember what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey guys! She woke up!” Frankie yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Gerard and Mikey entered the room. Mikey had stitches on his wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah guys I know this is short haha but I've been a bit stuck! now i have lots of ideas so I'm gonna keep writing! Though just Michelle reads... *cries!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thnx michelle luv ya! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112190235891731981?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112190235891731981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112190235891731981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112190235891731981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112190235891731981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-10-untitled.html' title='Chapter 10 --&gt; Untitled'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112154747154819280</id><published>2005-07-16T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:10:56.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9—&gt;  Go for him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What Mikey said was totally correct, but I couldn’t just dump Frankie specially now that I’m starting to love him…&lt;br /&gt;*bell rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey honey” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey babe! We have a gig in this bar tomorrow… do you want to go to the practice?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh that’s great! I have to tell you something” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it? Why are you sad?” Frankie asked hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because Mikey told me that he loved me and other things” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frankie’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she still had feelings for Mikey, its just too obvious. I think that I can’t make her love me and I guess Mikey deserves her. I know he will make her happy because he’s a great dude, he was just blind for a while but now he realised what he has done. I have to be strong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby, I’m going to ask you a question and you have to answer the truth doesn’t matter if it would hurt me ok?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay I promise I’ll be honest.” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you still love Mikey?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, Frankie I’m sorry but I do love him.” She said with tears coming down her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I knew it, so honey what the hell are you waiting for?! Go for him!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“why?” She asked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because I’m not the kind of guy that thinks that this girl is just going to be with someone who isn’t me, so go for him” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Frankie thank you so much, and I’m not taking this ring off… this was the best month in my entire life! This is also a prove that I’ll always be there for you doesn’t matter if we are not together, as you said.” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, so I’m going to go to Gee’s place so let me get you there, you must talk with Mikey.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I wasn’t heart broken I didn’t know why. I mean I still love her but I know she is going to be happy. We just weren’t meant to be. My soul mate is still waiting for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Gee’s place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she wasn’t coming back to me, I just knew it. So what’s the point of living if I can’t be with her? I can’t keep making everyone suffer anymore… I have to put this at and end… I thought as I took out a razor out of the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;I put on some music and for my disgrace the song was “Screaming Infidelities”, which killed me faster… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m missing your bed, I never sleep avoiding the spots where we’d have to speak, and this bottle of beast is taking me home…I’m cuddling close, to blankets and sheets… but you’re not alone, and you’re not discreet… make sure I know who’s taking you home.” I sang as I started cutting myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt how my skin slowly opened and how blood was starting to come out.  It was a weird sensation. It ached, itched… yet it felt so good. Like if I was getting relieved… In that moment someone opened my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was going upstairs and I could hear “our song” blasting full. As I opened the door I started singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m missing you laugh.. how did it.. what the hell?! Mikey! OMG” I yelled as I saw Mikey sitting on the floor with blood coming out of his slit wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  “Mikey?! Why?!  Mikey!"I said as I realized he was fainting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t die! Don’t! stay here with me!” I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I… love… you… Abby” He said as he fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG!! Gerard! Help! Call 911!!” I yelled desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I took a shirt that was on the floor and pressed it on the wounds to try to stop the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “What hap… OMG Mikey!” Gerard yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Frankie!! Call 911!” he yelled. The ambulance came 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took Mikey and Gerard went in the ambulance with him. Frankie drove me to the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112154747154819280?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112154747154819280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112154747154819280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112154747154819280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112154747154819280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-9-go-for-him.html' title='Chapter 9—&gt;  Go for him!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112137613182394347</id><published>2005-07-14T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T15:56:13.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8--&gt; This is the best day ever…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frankie’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our month anniversary; this was the best entire month of my life. Abby seemed to be over Mikey. I think she’s finally into me. I hope she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Gee, what’s up?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Bitch! How are you?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So fucking happy dude, and you?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh ok haha and why are you so fucking happy?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because today its my 1 month anniversary” I said exited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww that’s cute! You guys make a great couple” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Though I’m a bit worried about Mikey… he’s acting strange lately” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?” I asked a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well he has been practicing “Screaming Infidelities” , you know like singing and stuff haha man he sings so bad” He said.&lt;br /&gt;“That was his and Abby’s song” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I know… I think she wants her back or something like that because he just broke up with Kat,” He said.&lt;br /&gt;”Why ?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because she was using him to get a jock’s attention and now that she’s got it she doesn’t need Mikey anymore.” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh poor Mikey, I think he hates me” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well of course he does, I mean you have the girl he can’t have, because he blew it all… He’s really depressed… the other day I saw some scars on his arm I think he’s cutting himself, I’m worried about him” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah but what can I do? He had his chance he blew it all…” I said.&lt;br /&gt;”Yeah that’s what he can’t understand.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An hour later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey hon, I got a present for you, here you go” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh thanks babe, you didn’t have to” Abby said kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” Abby asked as she opened the little box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG, this is so beautiful! Thank you Frankie!” Abby said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a promise ring, it’s a ring that will always remember you about us doesn’t matter if we are not together or something like that, it means that I will always be there for you no matter what” I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww honey, thanks I won’t take it out!” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I have to go, see you later,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye honey!” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed goodbye and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the promise ring! It’s the best gift I ever had. I haven’t got over Mikey but I’m starting to love Frankie so much. He’s so good and kind with me. I think I’m going to get him something, though I don’t know what to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Beth I’m going to the mall, wanna come?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No I can’t sorry maybe next time, bye” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one wanted to go to the mall… well I couldn’t go with Frankie because I had to buy him a gift or something. So I was near the mall when I realized I had left my money and stuff home. So I went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs to my room. I left my bag in the closet. As I was going up I was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, and sit alone and wonder how you're making out.” I sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she entered the room I could hear her sing. That was our song so that meant that she still thought about me.&lt;br /&gt;She opened the closet and at that precise moment I kissed her. She didn’t refuse the kiss but she did it after a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you think you are doing?!” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Abby, I want you to know that without you I’m no one! You are my favourite drug and I’m so addicted to you! I had tried to get rehab but I can’t let go my feelings for you, every time I think I’m over you I fall again and I fall even harder! Oh Abby I love you so much!” I said and took a deep breath to continue my speech, “Isn’t it messed up? How I’m just dying to be him?... I know that deep in your heart you love me as much as I do! You love me even more than you love Frankie! I used Kat and I’m sorry because I ruined your friendship, I tried to forget you with her help but things turned out wrong and I know that you are using Frankie as well!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just waited for her answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so surprised from what he had said and he was very true…&lt;br /&gt;“Now it’s my turn to say that this won’t work out because, sugar we are going down… you never gave me a good reason why this wasn’t going to work out but here’s mine: Now I’m Frankie’s, he loves and deserves me! You had your chance you blew it! And now I just can’t take it again… I promised Frankie I will always be there for him… and you know me, I’m not the kind of girls that breaks a promise. So please don’t make this even harder and leave… “ I said with tears coming down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey had the saddest face I had ever seen and then he walked out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you are happy as you pretend” Mikey said with a tear coming down his cheek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not planning to write more if you guys don't leave an effin comment! This makes me think my ff sucks and that I should really stop writing!! &gt;_&lt; *cries*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112137613182394347?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112137613182394347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112137613182394347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112137613182394347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112137613182394347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-8-this-is-best-day-ever.html' title='Chapter 8--&gt; This is the best day ever…'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112129645330686457</id><published>2005-07-13T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:14:13.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7 continued---&gt;Jealousy turning saints into the sea…</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t take it anymore… I was crying so bad and Frankie hugged me when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;We entered the house and my sister and her friends were inside. They saw me running to my room and Frankie going after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my phone and called Beth… I told her everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey do you want me to stay?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes please don’t go… I don’t want to do something crazy like slitting my wrists!” I said still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry! I should have told you” He said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie and fall asleep in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up it was 6:30, I had to go to school even though I didn’t want to. I realized someone was hugging me. It was Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Morning” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Morning sunshine” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How are we feeling today?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine I guess, I just don’t want to go to school.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well you have to hon, come on get ready I’ll be downstairs waiting for you… I’ll take you to school today” He said with a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a quick bath, got dressed and combed my hair. Then I walked downstairs, my parents weren’t home and Alex was at her friend’s place.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie made me a sandwich and I ate it on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to school Mikey and Kat were  holding  hands and walking towards the lockers. Then they snapped their attention to Frankie’s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye have a nice day, if you need anything just call me?” Frankie said handing me a piece of paper with his cell number on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye thanks for the ride.” I said slamming the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was a pleasure.” He said and drove out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started walking I could notice Mikey and Kat were walking behind me…&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the lockers Mikey said hi but I didn’t say a single word. I just took my books out and walked to my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw her in my room I felt so bad, but I had to and besides now I’m with Kat… it hurt when I saw her getting out of Frankie’s car and even more when she didn’t talk to me.. Oh God, what have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want you near her.” Beth said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so disappointed with you Mikey! I’m going to kill you” she said getting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch Kat went away with her new friends and I walked to our spot. Abby’s spot. She was there with Beth… It hurt inside knowing I had hurt her once again… I just walked away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After school&lt;br /&gt;Abby’s POV…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad, it was the worst day ever. I couldn’t take it. Seeing them together… it just hurt like hell. Jess as always made fun of me and this time no one defended me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie was waiting for me in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey how was school?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not to good… my life would be so much better if they weren’t here.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, hey do you want to go for lunch?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay let’s go” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the restaurant I started singing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as your pretending. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets, and I am alone, in my defeat.” I sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Screaming Infidelities are we?” Frankie sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sorry” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay, you have a really nice voice I love it” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks you are going to make me blush” I said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love your smile… I love you” He said looking deep into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him… I didn’t know why but I had to… I felt it was wrong because I was using him to forget Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss was so sweet, it was the best one. God she was such a good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really love you, I want you to be my girlfriend” I said waiting for her to refuse me again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d like to… but I think that it’s wrong because I would be like using you to forget him” Abby said a bit sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s okay, I’ll help you move on” I said and kissed her again.&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys hope you like this!! I feel like no one's reading! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112129645330686457?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112129645330686457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112129645330686457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129645330686457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129645330686457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-7-continued-jealousy-turning.html' title='Chapter 7 continued---&gt;Jealousy turning saints into the sea…'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112129406269638982</id><published>2005-07-13T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:34:22.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7--&gt; Jealousy turning saints into the sea…</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up and noticed I had sleep 3 hours because I cried all night for Mikey. What was I supposed to do? Is he right? Will a relationship ruin our friendship? I don’t know what to think… In my head I could hear the famous words of Beth: “Always follow your heart, but listen to your mind also because it might see things your heart can't”&lt;br /&gt;My heart told me to go for it… but my mind told me to get over him and to notice Frankie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to the mall because I needed a new pair of shoes. I was thinking about black converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking towards Hottopic when someone put his hand on my shoulder and I freaked out. It was Gerard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Abby? How are you?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I’m okay and you?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I’m not that okay I’m a bit sad and I can notice you are sad as well… so tell me what’s wrong?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh okay I’ll tell you but you have to tell me what’s wrong with you too, ok?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, it’s a deal… so let’s go to the food court and have a sit” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the food court and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So I can tell you are like this because of my little bro” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well yeah… how do you know?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He told me what had happened… Gosh he’s just too stupid! Come on! You guys make a lovely couple!” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;”Yeah but he told me that it will never work out!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes he’s too insecure about himself… I think you should talk to him or something! I don’t know… just make your move” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I was thinking about that… is he sad?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, yesterday when he got home he told me what had happened and cried until he fell asleep. He also told me that Frankie deserved you not him, that he was nothing that you deserve something better.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to talk with him…” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going home so come with me and you can talk to him ok?” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, let’s go” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Gerard’s place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous because I didn’t know what to tell Mikey. I just knew that he was hurt like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the house and Gerard told me to go upstairs and wake him up with a kiss. And as I was heading upstairs I thought about what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly opened the door…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! Kat! What’s going on?!” I asked as tears started falling down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey and Kat were laying on the bed making out They stopped when they heard me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby what are you doing here?” Mikey asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just came because I thought we were meant to be” I said crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so so sorry Abby!” Kat said.&lt;br /&gt;”I don’t want to talk with you! You bitch! You knew I loved him! I thought you were my friend!” I screamed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down Abby! I told you that our relationship will never work! So I had to move on! I think you should do to” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I gotta go” I said running downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ignored him and kept running out. I was running down the street until I  tripped with Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arg! I’m sorry!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay?” He asked while helping me get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No I’m not Frankie!” I said still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on let’s get you home” he said while opening the front door of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hope in” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks a lot” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I told him what had happened. He told me that he was sorry that he knew Mikey and Kat had been dating for a couple of days, and that he was going to tell me yesterday but he just couldn’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112129406269638982?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112129406269638982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112129406269638982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129406269638982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129406269638982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-7-jealousy-turning-saints-into.html' title='Chapter 7--&gt; Jealousy turning saints into the sea…'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112129123491083988</id><published>2005-07-13T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:47:14.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6--&gt; What do you mean with we are just friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know you are into Frankie… yeah I finally realized that all this time you loved me and I was so blind I couldn’t even tell…” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not into Frankie! I just met him today! Come on!” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then why were you two making out?” I asked a bit jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know he just kissed me! But then I told him that I was sorry and that I couldn’t do that to him because I love someone else.” Abby said sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah but you know you should go for Frankie… I don’t want to ruin our friendship and besides this will never work out.” I said feeling my heart breaking so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear came out of my eye, it burned as it went down. My heart was torn up like a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” I asked trying not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because I don’t want to ruin this! Our perfect friendship! I don’t want to break up and then not talk to you! I’d die!” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I totally assure you that this will work out!” I said while another tear came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, I can’t take it anymore” He said leaning down to me and kissing me hard, so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kissed like for 5 minutes and then he stopped.&lt;br /&gt; “I have to go I’m sorry” He said and left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112129123491083988?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112129123491083988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112129123491083988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129123491083988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129123491083988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-6-what-do-you-mean-with-we-are.html' title='Chapter 6--&gt; What do you mean with we are just friends?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112129019166853750</id><published>2005-07-13T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:35:22.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5 continued --&gt; Cubicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking towards my house when I saw a girl. Strangely I found her familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Abby! How are you it’s been so long!” she said hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! Amber!! Gosh! I thought I’d never see you again” I said hugging her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I though I was never returning” Amber said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So do you want to come in?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, but I have to return home in an hour or so” Amber said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk up towards my room and started talking about our lives. Amber was my neighbor we were really close friends until 3 years ago she move out.&lt;br /&gt;I was telling her about Mikey when the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard as she walked to the door. I wasn’t exactly sure of what was I going to tell Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Mikey! How can I help you?” Abby asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing her pj’s and I saw a cute girl (not as cute as Abby) standing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey I just came here to return your messenger bag, I thought you would need it or something” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh okay, thanks… well this is Amber” Abby said pointing at the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amber, Mikey… Mikey, Amber” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey so you are the famous Mikey huh?” Amber asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you have been talking about me?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well Abby just told me that you are her best friend” Amber said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah that’s cool, someone thinks I’m her best friend” I said with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mikey, come on! I’ve told you that like a thousand times” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well come inside!” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that Mikey had come home, I thought he was mad at me for kissing Frankie or something like that. Yeah he has always told me that girls shouldn’t kiss boys on first dates but come on! We weren’t even dating… gosh I feel like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So do you guys want something to drink?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um okay” they both said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs and grab some sodas and went upstairs again. I didn’t know why but I had the impression that Amber liked Mikey. Who could blame her? But she didn’t know I love Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So do you have a girlfriend?” Amber asked Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh well no… actually I’m interested in someone but I don’t know she seems not to be interested in me.” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww that’s sad!” Oh gosh, got to go! Bye guys! It was nice meeting you Mikey” Amber said as she got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye hon,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah bye, talk to you tomorrow, ok?” Amber said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok bye” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned up stairs and saw Mikey drinking from the can of soda and putting his jacket on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey are you going too?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh yeah well but first I have to tell you something” Mikey said a bit nervious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I’m in love with you” Mikey said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112129019166853750?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112129019166853750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112129019166853750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129019166853750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112129019166853750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-5-continued-cubicles.html' title='Chapter 5 continued --&gt; Cubicles'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112121959823988274</id><published>2005-07-12T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:40:35.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5---&gt; I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankie’s POV!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe she kisses me as well! She didn’t refuse the kiss! Yes! I think she likes me too! I hope she does!! I’m intoxicated with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just like you” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I like you too” Abby replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well there’s only one thing to do to prove it” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned to her and gave her the sweetest kiss ever. Our mouths melt, it was just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! He kissed me! I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want to date me?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;”Uhmm I can’t Frankie” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” Frankie asked disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because I’m in love with someone” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw them kiss I knew I had zero chances so I decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye guys” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey why are you going?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just can’t take it” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got out my inhaler and took a deep breath and took a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I saw Abby’s messenger bag in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She must have left it here” I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag was opened and there was a book. I took it out… It was her diary. I was thinking whether I should read it or not. I opened the last page that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary, I’m about to go crazy! I don’t know why Mikey asked me to check out his band! I guess it’s great because of Mikey… Mikey, Mikey, Mikey… yeah I know I have written my last entries about him… I know I should get over him… but its hard…its hard seeing him drooling for Beth… its tough.. Gotta keep on crying… g2g&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! She has a crush on me! Why didn’t I notice before? But if she did why was she kissing Frankie! I need to talk with someone! I have  to talk with Abby…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and decided to go to her place since she had left her stuff in here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112121959823988274?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112121959823988274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112121959823988274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112121959823988274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112121959823988274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-5-im-sorry.html' title='Chapter 5---&gt; I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112121687473828060</id><published>2005-07-12T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:07:54.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4 continued --&gt; WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Frankie’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching this stupid kids movie because the other movies were sold. So there we were. I was sitting next to Abby, she looked so cute. The thing that I love the most about her was the way she acted. I love her eyes, her smile, her hair… I mean everything! I know it sounds strange because I just met her today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you staring at me like that?” Abby asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm sorry” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey tell me why!” Abby insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just like the way you look” I said while completely blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh thanks” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I don’t understand why Mikey doesn’t like her! I mean she’s just perfect…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting next to Gerard who was next to Frankie. Frankie was flirting with Abby so bad. I knew he had a crush on her. I wish I could just tell her what I feel but I can’t I think she will reject me… It’s obvious that she will prefer Frankie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay?” Gerard asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I guess” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Mikey he was watching me too. We made eye contacted he had a sad face.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie kept flirting with me. Well yeah I admit it! I do like Frankie… and since Mikey thinks I’m just his friend I’m going to go for Frankie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love your lip piercing!” I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, I like it too” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wish I had the guts to get my lip pierced b..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment Frankie kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, I love the way his lip ring felt on my lips. He was such a great kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What was that all about?” I asked after the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm sorry I couldn’t help it” Frankie replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112121687473828060?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112121687473828060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112121687473828060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112121687473828060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112121687473828060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-4-continued-wtf.html' title='Chapter 4 continued --&gt; WTF?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112120863425119716</id><published>2005-07-12T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:06:50.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4 --&gt; I’m not o-fucking-kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mikey’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby seemed to like my room. Now I was finally realizing how much she means to me, how much I love the way she is. Oh I was wrong when I thought Beth was the correct one. It was obvious she liked Bert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So where are we going?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhm let’s go to the movies!” Gerard replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah! I want to go to the movies” Frankie said with a kid’s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah great idea, let me call my parents” Abby said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok so the movies it is!” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could notice Frankie looked at Abby with this sparkly eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby’s POV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were heading towards the mall, I was sitting next to Frankie. Gerard was driving and Mikey sat next to him. Gosh he looked good. I noticed someone was staring at me… it was Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm so do you have a boyfriend?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, and you? Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I have a bitch” He said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I’m his bitch” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s weird you know, 4 single people in here.” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And well why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Gerard asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm well I had a boyfriend like a year ago but then we broke up and now I don’t know I guess I’m not pretty or cool enough for someone” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww don’t say that!” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I have to be honest! I’m not good enough for anyone” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes you are! You are totally worth it” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What? Did I hear that? I’m totally worth it? Well he had to say it he’s my friend anyways. I hope he would just notice that I die for him… -I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So why you guys don’t have girlfriends?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm well chicks think I’m weird” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No you’re not” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I still haven’t found what I’m looking for, I think” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you shy lover boy?” Gerard asked his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm I don’t know…” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what about Beth?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well she's got a boyfriend and now I like someone else.” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Yes! Yes! He doesn’t like Beth anymore!!- I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who do you like?” Frankie asked.&lt;br /&gt;”Uhmm well I can’t tell yet.” Mikey said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112120863425119716?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112120863425119716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112120863425119716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112120863425119716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112120863425119716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-4-im-not-o-fucking-kay.html' title='Chapter 4 --&gt; I’m not o-fucking-kay'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112120287067177763</id><published>2005-07-12T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:09:38.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3--&gt; The Band</title><content type='html'>It was Saturday morning I just woke up when I saw Mikey standing near my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, why are you here so early?” I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh come on it’s not early it’s 11 o’clock you sleepy head!” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I guess I was tired.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I spend all night crying for you!- I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well so let me get dressed and then we’ll do whatever we have to, ok?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok but hurry I’m late for the practice!” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom and had a quick bath, got dressed and combed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok I’m ready!!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok let’s go!!” he said running downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We where in his car, he was driving. I was thinking about random stuff. We didn’t talk on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here we are!” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yay! I’ve never been to your place.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I know but today is your chance!” he said getting out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked towards the house and he opened the door. It was a normal house. Immediately someone yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Mikey! Get your ass in here!” someone yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Abby! This way” Mikey said leading me to the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey everyone this is Abby” Mikey said introducing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey I’m Gerard… Mikey’s old brother!” A cute, pale looking guy told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Ray, nice to meet ya” A boy with an afro said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice to meet you too,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Bob” said a tall guy with short blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Frank but you can call me Frankie if you want to” A not so tall but gorgeous guy, told me blinking his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahah okay Frankie” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So well now that we’ve met your girlfriend we gotta start playing!” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blushed a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s my friend!” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok whatever!” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The started playing an amazing song called “Our lady of sorrows”. I loved the way Mikey just stood there playing the bass because he has asthma. Gerard had this amazing voice. I also noticed Frankie who had gone wild when they started playing. He was jumping around and singing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played a few more songs and then decided to take a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was great” I said while clapping my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks, that means a lot to us!” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah you are the first person to hears us.” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well so what can you tell us about you?” Ray asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm well I’m Abby I’m about to graduate from high school, I love music, can’t live without it! And I really want to learn how to play the guitar” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool I can help you with that,” said Frankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So where did you meet my little brother?” Gerard asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I met him the first day of school and we’ve become friends” I said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm Abby come here! I’m going to show you my room” Mikey said .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yay, finally I’m going to see your room” I said walking towards to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t do anything naughty” Gerard yelled at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry bro” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were upstairs Frankie and Gerard were talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So she’s the girl Mikey has a crush on, huh?” Frankie asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I don’t know why, I mean she’s pretty and cool. The other girl is named Beth, she’s Abby’s best friend.” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh so I can have a chance with Abby then?” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww you like her! Love at first sight!” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do like her, I can’t deny it, hope Mikey doesn’t mind” Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think he minds” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile upstairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool room!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah but yours its way cooler” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love all this drawings” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah well they are my brother’s” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went downstairs. Frankie and Gerard were talking and stopped when they saw as. Ray and Bob had gone home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So it’s 6 o’clock and it’s Saturday afternoon!” Gerard said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah so let’s go somewhere.” Frankie said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112120287067177763?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112120287067177763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112120287067177763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112120287067177763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112120287067177763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-3-band.html' title='Chapter 3--&gt; The Band'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112120064462829316</id><published>2005-07-12T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:45:18.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2--&gt; I’m always the friend…never the girl…</title><content type='html'>After six months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey and I became best friends. He told me everything about him and so did I. We spent all the time together, he always came home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yay! Lunch time!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah finally, let’s go to our usual spot.” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok let’s go!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So uhmm what are you doing this Saturday?” Mikey asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm nothing I guess, why?” I asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm I started this band with my brother uhmm and I want you to check it out..” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, so what instrument do you play?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I try to play the bass, my brother needed a bassist so I kinda started learning,” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aww that’s cute haha I’d love to learn how to play the guitar!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG! He asked me to check his band out! Cool! Yeah! He most have a crush on me!! Oh no, I don’t think so he’s into Beth, he hasn’t confirmed it though. But common he’s my best buddy and I know he dies for her. No no maybe he got tired of waiting for her and realized he liked me… -I thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden Kat and Beth were here with us. Beth had a big smile and Kat was trying to laugh but she couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahaha you’ll never guess what just happened!” Kat said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? What? Tell me I wanna know!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well Beth are you going to tell them or what?” Kat asked to Beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok… well you know Bert and he’s now my boyfriend” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow! Hahaha that’s funny hahaha! You are older than him, you know!?” I asked trying not to laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah of course I know… so what? I don’t care! I love him! That’s all that matters!” she replied trying to defend Bert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and for the record Bert is this guy from school not Bert McCracken!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment Mikey got up and started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gotta go to the bathroom,” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok I’ll be here,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh gosh! I knew he had the biggest crush on you Beth!” I said when Mikey left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I know but I mean I don’t like him, he’s not my type and besides you like him and I know you really do,” Beth said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah Abby come on! We know he’s yours!” Kat said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s not mine… I’m just his best friend,” I said with a sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang and Mikey didn’t return so I took his bag and entered to the classroom. He came, I gave him his bag and asked him if he was okay. He told me he was k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112120064462829316?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112120064462829316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112120064462829316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112120064462829316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112120064462829316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-2-im-always-friendnever-girl.html' title='Chapter 2--&gt; I’m always the friend…never the girl…'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112113007253902630</id><published>2005-07-11T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:01:12.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 continued--&gt; The day I saw you for the first time</title><content type='html'>He seemed really shy he didn’t  speak at all during the first hour. I was arguing with Jess because he said that  I  was blushing and I said I wasn’t. The hour passed by, like all the first days we didn’t do much at all just write down a few things. I knew this day was going to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bell rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great, now we have Literature &amp; Composition!” Kat said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Weee one more fun year with Mrs. Judy!” Beth said with a sarcastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahaha well then hurry up! We’ve gotta walk like 20 miles!” I said  walking quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Mikey was lost so I approached to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, I’m Abby,” I said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm I’m Mikey…” Mikey replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I guess you are kinda lost huh?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah can you help me?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah just follow me ok?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ok thanxs a lot,” he replied with a cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh by the way this are my friends Beth and Kat” I said pointing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mikey, Beth…Beth, Mikey” I said, “Kat, Mikey… Mikey, Kat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey” they both said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey” Mikey replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could notice he was very shy and that he didn’t smile a lot. By the time we got to the class good spots were taken so we had to sit at the back of the classroom. I sat next to Mikey because Kat and Beth had already sat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So class, today you are going to write an essay about your vacations and what you expect about this year! Your senior year!” she said with a eagerly tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh how fun Mrs. Judy!!!” Jess said out loud making fun of the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a jerk,” Mikey said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow he can talk!” Jess said laughing and bugging Mikey with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up Jess! Get a life!” I  replied quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What he’s your boyfriend? Well then he needs to change his glasses!” Jess said mucking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And if she was my girlfriend what do you have a problem?!” Mikey replied really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh so you two are in fact dating huh? Isn’t that cute? A couple of emo freaks?” Jess said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurt the most was that Beth and Kat never defended me. Kat had a crush on Jess so she just laugh at what he said. Beth just stay there in silence. I was only defending myself, it was always this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah it is cute!” Mikey said, “Get a life! You are so jealous about us!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah Jess you jerk!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bell rang again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was time for recess. So I got out of the classroom and started walking towards my locker. And I had the feeling someone was following me. It was Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, are you okay?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uhmm okay so can you show me where my locker is? It’s number 70” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok cool, mine’s number 69” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool, so where are your friends?” he asked curiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I don’t know maybe they went with their other friends,” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So do you want a tour of the school?” I asked with a big smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d love to,” Mikey replied .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed Mikey all around. The classrooms, the labs, the auditorium, the stadium, the fields… everything.  At the end I showed him the place where I used to spend my time at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after more classes finally the bell rang, it was time to go home. So I said bye to everyone including Mikey. I walked to my car and stared at the window until I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished “eating” (I wasn’t that hungry) I went straight to my bedroom and looked myself. I just turned on the computer and played “Vindicated”. I wasn’t feeling okay and I started thinking about him. About Mikey. Oh god he was so perfect he was shy just like me, but he seemed to care about me in some way. Gosh I think I have a crush on him but it’s obvious that he’s never going to feel something for me…&lt;br /&gt; ---------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah i know it sucks! sorry guys!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112113007253902630?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112113007253902630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112113007253902630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112113007253902630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112113007253902630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-1-continued-day-i-saw-you-for.html' title='Chapter 1 continued--&gt; The day I saw you for the first time'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112112145398603867</id><published>2005-07-11T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:37:33.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And you can cry all you want to... I don't care how much---&gt;My first MCR fanfic</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So this is my first MCR fanfic.... yeahp so leave ur comments if u guys like it I'll post it on the fanclub k? Thnx plz b honest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1--&gt; The day  I saw you for the first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashback--&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 6:30 am, the first thing I thought was oh no! First day of school... man I hate this. I went to the bathroom and then dressed up. I wore some jeans, a black tee and my converse. I started combing my hair, which was a complete mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs, my mom and dad where sitting on the table. As usual they weren't talking. Dad was reading the news and mom was just reading some random magazine. As they saw me they greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Abby, ready for school?" asked my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah kinda," I said drinking my juice and walking up stairs to wash my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Alex, wake up!!! we are gonna be late!!" I yelled to my sister, who was still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit! what time is it!?!" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm I dunno I guess 7:15! Come on hurry up! you've only got  15 minutes!", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my room, got my ipod and started playing "What it is to burn" from Finch. I started singing and went to my bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I saw the clock I turned off my ipod, took my messenger bad and run downstairs through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abby don't forget your lunch, sweetie!" yelled my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not taking any!" I said closing the car's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to school was silent as usual. Alex  was sleeping, dad was driving and I was watching through the window. After that I started singing some song in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at school Alex had woke up and she run off the car when she saw her friends. I had no rush because I didn't have many friends because last year I fought with one of my ex- best friends and then it seemed everyone had just forgotten me. Everyone except my good friends Vicky (I knew her since kindergarden, though we weren't in the same course we were still greate friends), Kat and Beth (  I just met them last year and they are my only friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off the car no one was in the parking lot, then I saw this car pulling over. The cutest guy ever got out of the car. He had a Anthrax tee, jeans, deckies and some really emo nerdy glasses. He was tall, thin, blond hair and hazel eyes. He was new that was the only thing I knew. I continued my way to my locker and took out my black hoodie though it wasn't that cold. I was thinking about the new kid he was just too gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued my way to my classroom I saw  Beth walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Beth! what up?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Abby! it's been years!!!" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right! two days ago we went shopping, remember?" I said laughing a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bell rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you Kat-Kat" i said smiling at Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey girls! so another year... a boring one... just one more year and this is over!" she said making a weird dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I saw him entering the classroom, I was drooling so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG, he's here!" i said to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! he's cute! not my type really I hate Anthrax!" Kat said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*teacher enters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well class we've got a new student! Welcome to Washington High, Mr. Way. Please introduce yourself" the teacher said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhmm I'm..." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a freak!" Jess the biggest asshole ever said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up Jess!" I said angrily to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uhmm I'm Mikey Way" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Mikey today you are going to sit next to Abby" the teacher said pointing at the empty desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked to the desk and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now tell me is it good? should I keep writing???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112112145398603867?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112112145398603867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112112145398603867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112112145398603867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112112145398603867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-you-can-cry-all-you-want-to-i-dont.html' title='And you can cry all you want to... I don&apos;t care how much---&gt;My first MCR fanfic'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112105128392256805</id><published>2005-07-10T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:08:03.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me skittles?</title><content type='html'>Yup!! yay! I'm kinda hyper right now hahaha.... everything started this afternoon when my biotches haha j/k... my friends di, lotsicles n kem came to my place to cook WHITIES!!( u've gotta taste 'em they r really good!!).. for this business proyect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whities are just like brownies but this ones are made with white chocolate... so we cooked and then we were eating and we put chocolate and lots of sweet stuff and ate it hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;So I got soo hyper!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think i should stop eating sweets haha cuz I get too hyper hahaa.... for example the other night I ate a bag of Skittles---&gt; taste the rainbow ; )  ... so i got sooo hyper that i started playing with a scissor in my mouth haahha like i was bitting it! i know it sounds weird haahha... and i almost cut myself O_o ahahaha...  and then i started laughing at stupid and lame things which weren't funny at all... and then i started like telling eveyone yo! call me skittles! hahaha n everyone was like wtf?! what's wrong with you?!... n i was like... arg! damn skittles hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now g2g... its like 10:06 pm i really need to take some rest so bye guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, A --&gt;just think happy thoughts!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112105128392256805?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112105128392256805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112105128392256805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112105128392256805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112105128392256805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/call-me-skittles_10.html' title='Call me skittles?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112078699751837346</id><published>2005-07-07T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:43:17.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A scar is a scar wherever you have it&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter if you did it or was an accident&lt;br /&gt;A scar is a scar doesn’t matter if ¡t’s invisible&lt;br /&gt;It always keeps hurting even when time goes by&lt;br /&gt;A scar is a scar doesn’t matter if its on your heart&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it does hurt as if it was on your arm&lt;br /&gt;A scar is a scar even if it hasn’t heel yet&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it is just done you can’t make it disappear&lt;br /&gt;A scar is a scar that will remind  me of yesterdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;did u like my poem? i wrote it... im proud of it hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plz comments thnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112078699751837346?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112078699751837346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112078699751837346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112078699751837346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112078699751837346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/scars.html' title='Scars...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112059971471803899</id><published>2005-07-05T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:41:54.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Gay or Bi ppl be happy!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm just fed up because ppl keep saying that gays shouldn't get married or adopt kids!!! it just pisses me sooo much!!! Come on! they are human beings with the same rights and obligations as a straight person! So its good that they can get married n adopt kids!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you might say but the poor little children will become gay when they grow up!! nooo! that's not true!! because the fact that ur parents r alcoholics or junkies doesn't mean that you are going to turn that way! so this kids won't maybe if they want to!....&lt;br /&gt;And plus its better if they have a home than if they live on the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah whatever i don't care if ya all say im gay, bi whatever! cuz im not! i just hate when they treat gay ppl as if they were the nastiest ppl in the whole effin' world!!! This world must be happy n since gay means happy this shall be a gay world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i had to say that!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well g2g bye c ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: HAPPY BDAY KEN-KENI-KENNETH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112059971471803899?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112059971471803899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112059971471803899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112059971471803899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112059971471803899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/let-gay-or-bi-ppl-be-happy.html' title='Let Gay or Bi ppl be happy!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112053123456962058</id><published>2005-07-04T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:40:34.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! now i know!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah i think i've found a great name!!! yay! THIS POISON IS MY INTOXICATION!... yeah its kinda a random name im just listening to let it bleed haha so ya know...&lt;br /&gt;a way to make it back someday! to watch you to guide you through the darkness of ur days!!!...*singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna end this blog...  its stupid, retarded n lame! yeah! just like me!...&lt;br /&gt;so from now on im: stupid, retarded n lame! oh yeah n evil as well...&lt;br /&gt;g2g,&lt;br /&gt;       XoXo, A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112053123456962058?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112053123456962058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112053123456962058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112053123456962058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112053123456962058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay-now-i-know.html' title='Yay! now i know!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112042138319294530</id><published>2005-07-03T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:09:43.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>okay!</title><content type='html'>Trippin' around, kick my brains around the floor! this r the days it never rains but it pours!!!....&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&gt; that was me singing under pressure haaha im kinda obsessed with that effin' song... but well I was gonna write 'bout what bothers me... i guess that it'll be ermm the thousands of injuries Fortunato..( hahaha the cask of amontillado!--&gt; don't ask i just remembered it...lol)  well the thousands of contacts I've got n none of them ever write to me! *cries* not fair!! but yeah i know what u r all thinking... why don't i write to them?! well... ya all know im weird and i have this thingy that i don't write to anyone cuz i dunno i just don't well except to my Lotsicles haha ^_^! luv ya girls! oh yeah n my best cyber buddy! yay!... well... that pisses me off now im singing so here it goes a little fragment the last verse of under pressure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause love's such an old fashioned word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And love dares you to care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For people on the edge of the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And love dares you to change our way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of caring about ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is our last dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is our last dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is ourselves under pressure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under pressure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112042138319294530?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112042138319294530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112042138319294530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112042138319294530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112042138319294530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay.html' title='okay!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112041233305483386</id><published>2005-07-03T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:02:55.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles...</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know... I just don't know the perfect name for my blog so i will change it until I get one that I really really love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some options... yeah you can choose one if u want to:&lt;br /&gt;- The Taste of Ink&lt;br /&gt;- It's not a fashion statement... It's a fucking deathwish&lt;br /&gt;- Wait until it fades to black&lt;br /&gt;- A box full of sharp objects&lt;br /&gt;- Thank you for the venom&lt;br /&gt;- No use for a name&lt;br /&gt;- Under pressure&lt;br /&gt;- Bury me and fade to black&lt;br /&gt;- Our lady of sorrows&lt;br /&gt;- Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;- My lame world&lt;br /&gt;- This is the best day ever&lt;br /&gt;- What it is to burn&lt;br /&gt;- I'm the only one who knows what it is to burn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for the moment ya know... well g2g&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112041233305483386?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112041233305483386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112033371615993044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112033371615993044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-not-okay.html' title='I&apos;m not okay!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112033314859952641</id><published>2005-07-02T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T13:39:08.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finch--&gt; What it is to burn</title><content type='html'>She burns!Today is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is bleeding above me,&lt;br /&gt;nd I am blistered.&lt;br /&gt;I walk these lines of blasphemy&lt;br /&gt;everyday,and still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad star,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling faster down to her.&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one who knows what it is to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel diseased.&lt;br /&gt;Is there no sympathyfrom the sun?&lt;br /&gt;The sky is still fire,&lt;br /&gt;but I am safe in here&lt;br /&gt;from the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me,what's the price to pay for glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad star,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling faster down to her.&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one who knows what it is to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad star,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling faster down to her.&lt;br /&gt;she's the only one who knows what it is to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is fire,&lt;br /&gt;and she burns.&lt;br /&gt;Today is fire,&lt;br /&gt;and she burns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She burns!&lt;br /&gt;She burns!&lt;br /&gt;She burns!&lt;br /&gt;She burns!&lt;br /&gt;She burns!&lt;br /&gt;She burns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bad star,&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling faster down to her.&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one who knows what it is to burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112033314859952641?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112033314859952641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112033314859952641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112033314859952641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112033314859952641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/finch-what-it-is-to-burn.html' title='Finch--&gt; What it is to burn'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-112033103224947091</id><published>2005-07-02T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T13:03:52.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed... once again...</title><content type='html'>Aw I just hate my life! this sucks!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! *screams so hard*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-112033103224947091?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/112033103224947091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=112033103224947091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112033103224947091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/112033103224947091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/07/depressed-once-again.html' title='Depressed... once again...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111983784856036864</id><published>2005-06-26T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T20:04:08.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coin-Operated Boy---&gt;The Dresden Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;coin operated boy/sitting on the shelf/ he is just a toy but i turn him on/ and he comes to life /automatic joy/ that is why i want a coin operated boy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made of plastic and elastic/ he is rugged and long-lasting/ who could ever ever ask for more /love without complications galore/ many shapes and weights to choose from/ i will never leave my bedroom/ i will never cry at night again /wrap my arms around him and pretend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;coin operated boy /all the other real ones that i destroy /cannot hold a candle to my new boy /and i'll never let him go/ and i'll never be alone/ not with my coin operated boy...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this bridge was written to make you feel smittener /with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer /can you extract me from my plastic fantasy/ i didnt think so but im still convinceable /will you persist even after/i bet you a billion dollars /that i'll never love you /will you persist /even after i kiss you goodbye/ for the last time will you keep on trying to prove it? /i'm dying to lose it... /i want it /i want you/ i want a coin operated boy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i had a star to wish /on for my life i cant imagine/ any flesh and blood could be his match i/ can even take him in the bath &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coin operated boy/ he may not be real experienced with girls/ but i know he feels /like a boy should feel/ isnt that the point/ that is why i want a coin operated boy /with his pretty coin operated voice/ saying that he loves me /that hes thinking of me straight /and to the point that is why i want /a coin operated boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta es la kncion d la semana es buenisima!! se las recomiendooo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111983784856036864?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111983784856036864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111983784856036864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111983784856036864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111983784856036864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/coin-operated-boy-dresden-dolls.html' title='Coin-Operated Boy---&gt;The Dresden Dolls'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111939464265654434</id><published>2005-06-21T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:57:22.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfics?</title><content type='html'>Well as you know I've been reading a lot lately... a lot of fanfics.... normal, slashy and spooky ones...&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to give you all the link of the best fanfic I've ever read.... its a bit slashy though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fanfic was written by Ana... she's another mcraholic from Valencia, Venezuela... I know you think that we comunicate in Spanish but we just talk in English LMFAO... sounds weird huh?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways here's the link: &lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/UltimateMyChemicalRomanceSite/fanficsfanart.msnw?action=get_message&amp;ID_Message=113713&amp;amp;ShowDelete=0&amp;CDir=-2"&gt;http://groups.msn.com/UltimateMyChemicalRomanceSite/fanficsfanart.msnw?action=get_message&amp;amp;ID_Message=113713&amp;ShowDelete=0&amp;amp;CDir=-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must read this fanfic hahaha i told you it was slashy!...&lt;br /&gt;ok bye i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;luv ya all &lt;3333333&lt;br /&gt;yay now more ppl read my blog yay!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111939464265654434?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111939464265654434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111939464265654434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111939464265654434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111939464265654434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/fanfics.html' title='Fanfics?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111939355705340547</id><published>2005-06-21T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:39:17.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No me parece...</title><content type='html'>Si ya se que últimamente no he escrito... no es mi culpa... es la culpa de Di (yaaa nada q ver!) ... capaz es la culpa de mi tocalla... me hace pensar mucho y también me hice adicta a su fanfic jaja asi que no he tenido tiempo de escribir. Tampoco he estado inspirada no se ultimamente solo leo y escucho musica ya que no tengo nada mejor que hacer...  mi vida se ha vuelto muy aburrida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi tipica rutina de todos los días es: ir al cole, hacer mis deberes, conectarme, ir al fanclub y chatear hasta que me de sueño!... Y  ni siquiera veo televisión... a veces veo south park, the oc o gilmore girls... eso es si me acuerdo!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno volviendo al tema... mi titulo lo dice todo... NO ME PARECE!.... voy a empezar una campaña titulada "Helena is not MCR"... daben xq? xq ya estoy harta de que alguien escuche Helena o vea una foto de Gerard y ya digan que son fans de MCR... yo ya soy una fan (mejor dicho MCRfreak!!!) se todo, todo absolutamente todo de ellos! me se todas las letras (incluso de canciones q no estan en los cds!) TODO TODO TODO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno jajaja se que sueno como una loca pero últimamente he estado asi... tb muy a la defensiva asi que sorry a todos los que los haya hecho sentir mal! no fui yo! fue la otra Ana... sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno me voy chaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: Di q linda que estas! Di que lindos dientes tienes!! DIIIIIIII... jajaja paro di!&lt;br /&gt;los proximos posts van  a ser n ingles!! juju!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ya take care! &lt;33333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana...&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111939355705340547?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111939355705340547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111939355705340547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111939355705340547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111939355705340547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-me-parece.html' title='No me parece...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111860013085435579</id><published>2005-06-12T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:15:30.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Smith</title><content type='html'>Todo empezó cuando Diana me convenció para que vaya al cine... (yo no keria!!!!!!)...Como Michelle no podia ir ya que la habian castigado me tocó ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana iba a ir con su "amigo" Juan Zúñiga (un tipo de 5 ) y yo iba a ir solita... Osea que iba a hacer ahi de metida entre ellos dos... y tuve que invitar a Erick (no kiero decir quien es ya que no se lo merece!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegamos al Riocentro Entre Rios, Diana estaba con sus tíos y hermanos. Nosotras habiamos acordado llegar 15 minutos más temprano para que nadie nos vea con Juan ni Erick. Pero nos salió todo mal ya que los tíos no se iban, entonces nos fuimos a esconder a la juguetería y para nuestra gran suerte a los hermanitos de Di se les ocurrió entrar... Para eso Diana le habia dicho a Erick que entre a la jugueteria y me busque. Nos tuvimos que esconder como una hora... fue tan triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después salimos y le pedimos perdon a Erick... pero el muy jerk ni nos habló... en consecuencia me cae mal! muajajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno ya me duele la cabeza de escribir... debería estar haciendo empresariales pero como que no quiero... pero tengo.... esta bien! voy a hacer mi deber jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111860013085435579?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111860013085435579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111860013085435579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111860013085435579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111860013085435579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-and-mrs-smith.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Smith'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111850874970756803</id><published>2005-06-11T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:52:29.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Olimpiadas 2005!</title><content type='html'>Hoy fueron las Olimpiadas 2005 del Colegio Americano de Guayaquil... en otras palabras las aburridas olimpiadas de mi cole jaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para empezar el viernes habiamos acordado llegar el cole a las 7:30 am. Cuando llegue sólo Belén P. habia llegado! Y eso que llegue un poco tarde.... La segunda en llegar fue Michelle... hasta que después llegaron la mayoria. Cuando llegó Munkyo, rapidamente fuimos al camerino para arreglarnos. Nos pintamos el chilly en la cara y nos pusimos un liston rojo en el cabello. Todo esto en honor a  nuestro equipo... los Red Hot Chilly Burritos!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando empezó el desfile fuimos donde el señor Herbozo para arreglar lo d los globos - &lt;em&gt;Michelle, Isa, Carla, Elisa y yo teniamos que llevar globos detrás de los aros olímpicos y dejarlos ir cuando la Patricia diga algo-&lt;/em&gt; Nos dividimos los globos y nos formamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ya nos tocaba desfilar me dio calor y no me di cuenta y me dañé el chilly que tenia pintado en la cara jejee. Me empezaba a doler la mano ya estaba harta! Cuando llegamos a nuestros puestos estaba aburrida y queria soltar los globos... pero si los soltaba Herbozo me mataba jajaa. Me tuve que aguantar hasta que todos los cursos desfilaran y que Patricia termine de dar su largo discurso. Después cuando llego la hora de soltar los globos no los soltamos jaja y contamos hasta el 3 y los soltamos. Todos los "compañeros" se pusieron a aplaudir y gritar jaja fue chistoso!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ahi cuando fui a mi curso Diana me dijo que vaya con ella a hacer voleo en medio de la cancha ya que la chica con quien le tocaba estaba de madrina y no podia. Cuando me tocó ir llegue tarde porque no queria ir jejeje. Estabamos tan tan nerviosas que lo hicimos mal. Después millon gente se me burlo! no me parece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al finalizar las olimpiadas me fui con Diana y Michelle... (pasaron cosas aburridas las cuales no voy a mencionar!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y eso ha sido todo por hoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111850874970756803?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111850874970756803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111850874970756803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111850874970756803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111850874970756803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/las-olimpiadas-2005.html' title='Las Olimpiadas 2005!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111835669832746723</id><published>2005-06-09T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:38:18.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The teenager 10 commandments</title><content type='html'>1. Thou sall not sneek out while parents are sleeping(why wait)&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shall not do drugs(alchol last longer)&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou shall not steal from k-mart(Wal-mart has a bigger selection)&lt;br /&gt;4. Thou sall not get arrested for vandlism(destruction has a bigger efect)&lt;br /&gt;5. Thou shall not steal from parents(Everyone knows Grandma has more money)&lt;br /&gt;6. Thou shall not get in fights (just start them)&lt;br /&gt;7. Thou shall not skip class (just take the whole day off)&lt;br /&gt;8. Thou shall not strip in class(Hooters pays more)&lt;br /&gt;9. Thou shall not think about having sex(as nike says.. just do it)&lt;br /&gt;10. Thou shall not help old ladies you don't no cross the street (just leav'em in the middle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111835669832746723?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111835669832746723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111835669832746723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111835669832746723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111835669832746723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/teenager-10-commandments.html' title='The teenager 10 commandments'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111798601617655729</id><published>2005-06-05T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T09:40:16.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The All-American Rejects lyrics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Paper Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do,&lt;br /&gt;be with me please i beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away,&lt;br /&gt;catch you if i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall down your face, the taste is something new&lt;br /&gt;Something new i know, moving on is, easiest when i am around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottle up old love, and throw it out to sea&lt;br /&gt;Watch it away as you cry&lt;br /&gt;A year has past, the seasons go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do,&lt;br /&gt;be with me please i beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away, catch you if i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting day it goes through&lt;br /&gt;My lips are sealed for her&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is tied to a dream of being with you&lt;br /&gt;To settle for less is not what i prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bottle up old love, and throw it out to sea&lt;br /&gt;Watch it away as you cry&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed, the seasons go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just don't play with me&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do,&lt;br /&gt;be with me please i beseech you&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run away, catch you if i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summertime, the nights so long, the leaves fall down,&lt;br /&gt;and so do i into the arms of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Winter nights, my bedside is cold,&lt;br /&gt;for i am gone and spring blossoms you to me&lt;br /&gt;Summertime, the nights they are so long,&lt;br /&gt;the leaves fall down, and so do i into the arms of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Winter nights my bedside is cold, for i am gone, and spring blossoms you...to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One More Sad Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks once more, out that door&lt;br /&gt;Last date. She cries,&lt;br /&gt;whispers, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Friend deceives, she leaves&lt;br /&gt;Best friend, worst thing, she's been, cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn, for all to see&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, I can not breath&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door is closed and you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;You wish that you could learn to see,&lt;br /&gt;She's gone&lt;br /&gt;All the perfect words they seem so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd take it back, if she only could&lt;br /&gt;One more, sad song, tears shed, she's gone&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by, secrets rise&lt;br /&gt;One boy, one girl, two hearts, their world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing is letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;Stay, don't go away&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing is letting go of you&lt;br /&gt;what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone with you, alone with me, what can I do&lt;br /&gt;I can not breathe, alone with, alone with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111798601617655729?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111798601617655729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111798601617655729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111798601617655729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111798601617655729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-american-rejects-lyrics.html' title='The All-American Rejects lyrics!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111798534904258840</id><published>2005-06-05T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T09:29:09.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>Hoy es domingo... que alegria! mi día favorito! el peor de todos jaja ya que por lo general no tengo mayor cosa que hacer...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fue un buen día ya que le ganamos a la selección de Argentina! wow! yo para variar no apoyaba a la seleccion, creo que me considero realista! Vamos yo creo que si no hubieran jugado en Quito nunca hubieran ganado!... Pero bueno lo bkn es que ganamos! yeahy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se podrán haber dado cuenta ya no estoy escribiendo mucho... Creo que es porque no se de que escribir... También creo que sólo como 4 ó 3 personas leen mi blog jajaj (Gracias...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno ahorita es temprano y creo que más tarde publicare cualquier otra cosa jajaa como cosas copiadas de Board of Wisdom... o capaz les copie un fanfic del club de MCR... quien sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me voy chaup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: Michelle y Diana son mis padawans jajajaaj (ellas saben xq!)&lt;br /&gt;PD2: Diana no más te digo que el lunes te escondas... estas muerta! REVENGE! jajajaj XD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111798534904258840?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111798534904258840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111798534904258840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111798534904258840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111798534904258840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111766589785127784</id><published>2005-06-01T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:48:02.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis dias!</title><content type='html'>Bueno como se podrán dar cuenta no he escrito últimamente porque no me he acordado... tal vez es por el simple hecho de que ya no se de que rayos escribir... esto no parece un blog parece el diario de Ana jajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis días están medios locos... para comenzar nos han explotado al máximo... osea yo se que somos nerdos y todo pero no es motivo para que nos expriman! jajajajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno hoy es el día del niño... FELIZ DIA! a todos, si ya no se consideran niños pues igual tienen la infancia atrasada muajajajaj!...&lt;br /&gt;No me parece que los de la escuela hayan ido con ropa de calle y hayan jugado todo el día! mientras que uno está en clases, aburrido, con gadejo y con la infancia atrasada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo opino que deberia exister EL DIA DEL TEENAGER! para todos nosotros! merecemos un día! uno! uno!!! osea los profes y los árboles tienen su día... pero nosotros no! ya nos barajan por estar en secundaria!...&lt;br /&gt;Asi que yop proclamo el primer viernes de junio como el DÍA DEL TEENAGER!... mejor hagamoslo cada primer viernes de cada mes! muajajaja mi evil plan will work! muajajajaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También deberia existir el día de Ana... jajaja para todos los que me admiran! osea yo la reina del universo!!! yaaaa! jajaja..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me despido pero antes felicito a Kenneth por haber sacado una muy buena calificación en el Sprachdiplom... segun me explicó es un examen de aleman... congratulations kenneth! keep it up!!! asi q sigan el ejemplo de kenneth! jjajaaja.. uhmm yo no se hablar aleman jajajajaja... pun pin pun pin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111766589785127784?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111766589785127784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111766589785127784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111766589785127784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111766589785127784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/06/mis-dias.html' title='Mis dias!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111705807856148707</id><published>2005-05-25T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:05:14.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25...</title><content type='html'>01. Be normal, and the crowd will accept you. Be deranged, and they will make you their leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Every great man was thought to be insane before he changed the world. Some never changed the world. They were just insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I don't fail. I succeed at finding what doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. It's always funny until someone gets hurt. Then it's funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. When in doubt, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. A crappy life is a great excuse to live a crappy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Always apologize first--it annoys the crap out of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. "Losing builds character." You know who said that? A loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Cry, and the world laughs harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There's a one-in six-billion chance that you'll find your soulmate. And that's if they're not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Learn from your parents' mistakes. Use birth control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The government favors the most diplomatic language. That's why any letter to them should always start with, "Dear turkeys and foul maggots..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Everyone has an enemy. It's why God gave us baseball bats. Well, He gave us trees, but we knew what He meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Born free. Taxed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't suffer from insanity--I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. We are brought into this world cold, weak, and helpless. Then it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Passion, manners, and 80 ounces of beer will win the heart of any woman. And if it doesn't, you'll be too hammered to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If at first you don't succeed, then drag racing isn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Take the time to smell the roses. Sooner or later, you'll inhale a bee and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. No problem is so big and difficult that it can't be blamed on somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Revenge is good. It's what separates us from the animals and the hippies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Whenever you're pissed off, just remember that it's better than being pissed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Screwed-up people settle fights through violence. Screwed-up people start wars that could kill millions. Normal people settle fights through cookies, cakes, and pies. Normal people are fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. God bless America. But God, please help Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111705807856148707?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111705807856148707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111705807856148707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111705807856148707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111705807856148707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/25.html' title='25...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111670355085771285</id><published>2005-05-21T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:25:50.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>viernes...</title><content type='html'>Ayer fue viernes... el día más temido ya que teniamos 4 lecciones seguidas...&lt;br /&gt;La primera de Matemáticas... la cual estaba un poco facil jejeje..&lt;br /&gt;La segunda sociales... jajaa segun yo habia estudiado, pero no me acordaba de casi nada jajaaj q mal y Michelle me dijo dos respuestas... (thanx McBee!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de Lunch nos tocó examen de "Thank you M'am" con Judy jaja el examen creo que casi todo era multiple choice y al final habia que escribir un párrafo...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sonó el timbre de cambio de hora todos tenian miedo ya que nos tocaba American History y teniamos examen del chapter 3...y estaba mas o menos pero bueno... jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sonó el timbre de la salida recogi mis cosas y sali y afuera del curso estaba Justin... (un profe de primaria q tb da beisbol, q es super guapo y joven!) y yo era enkntada de la vida esperando a que Michelle y Diana salgan ya que iban a venir conmigo a casa a hacer el proyecto de Business. Ese hombre esta buenaso jajajaa q triste lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya cuando habiamos llegado al parqueadero para nuestra sorpresa Justin estaba ahi jeeje! Lo bkn del día era que Edith, la amiga de mi hermana, tb venia a mi casa... Ella me cae tan bien es cague d risa y super linda gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el carro hicimos millon relajo xq habiamos escrito en un papel: "Hola sexy, ¿cómo te llamas guapo?" jaja e ibamos enseñandoselo a cada chico que pasara por ahi jajajaajaja....&lt;br /&gt;fue bien bkn... y Diana tiene un tres nuevos pelados... el cokero( ya tiene coco gratis para toda su vida jaja) y dos tipos jóvenes que vagaban jajaa... Cha que Diana ha sido picarona jajajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno jaja de ahi llegamos a mi casa, almorzamos y nos pusimos a trabajar... Era goce ya que Edith nos contaba tonteras, Michelle se mataba de la risa y Diana molestaba a mis contactos del MSN...  lo bueno era que Edith y Belén nos ayudaron con nuestro proyecto jejeje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día estuvo bkn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no he hecho mayor cosa sólo terminar algunos deberes, escuchar musica y chatear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me voy... comenten chau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111670355085771285?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111670355085771285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111670355085771285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111670355085771285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111670355085771285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/viernes.html' title='viernes...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111647303027631662</id><published>2005-05-18T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:23:50.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un miercoles poco usual..</title><content type='html'>Holis hoy es miercoles yeahy! y para variar un poco usual..&lt;br /&gt;Hoy fue el concurso del Spelling Bee jaja fue cague d risa... nos llevaron para apoyar moralmente a Dippie, Andrea y Veronica ya que stan en mi querido curso 3 Pennsylvania! el exito!&lt;br /&gt;bueno el concurso estaba medio aburrido hasta que Elisa, una chica de mi curso, se desmayo en pleno concurso... fue cague d risa pero a la vez no sabia si reirme o quedarme seria ya que cuando se desmayó se dio contra la pizarra, se tropeso y cayó en el piso bien feo... los de 5 eran muertos de la risa pero al ver que Elisa no se paraba nos empezamos a preocupar... y cuando dspertó, gracias a la ayuda de unos caramelos , fue directo a  la enfermera..&lt;br /&gt;Y el resto del día freak para variar...&lt;br /&gt;-Diana ganó el Spelling Bee, otra vez para variar, jaaj! congratulations Dippie! but spell ballistics!lol paro Dipp's jajaaj.... pero ya sabes repart el dinero pues jajajajaj paro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y bueno el resto dl dia raro... la buena noticia es que me arreglaron mi conexion al fin! aleluya! wow! eeee! yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: son todos unos PICARONES! jajaja michelle es la PICARONA numero 1! jajajajajajaj! que picarones que son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chau locos bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111647303027631662?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111647303027631662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111647303027631662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111647303027631662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111647303027631662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/un-miercoles-poco-usual.html' title='Un miercoles poco usual..'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111637378675719966</id><published>2005-05-17T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:55:57.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Una llamada no esperada...</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue un dia normal... normal... normal.. jaja..&lt;br /&gt;En el momento civico presentaron la lista de los candidatos para el Consejo Estudiantil... bueno las dos listas me suenan a que no vana a hacer gran cosa... asi que decidí que voy a votar por 5... solo xq Edith me lo pidio... ella me cae demasiado bien...&lt;br /&gt;Este chiste se llevo la primera hora que me tocaba Business aka empresariales jaja taba bkn la clase... comimos galletas. skittles y chicles! q bkn... jajaja&lt;br /&gt;El dia fue normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la hora de salida cuando ya estaba más o menos cerca de mi casa (2:49 pm) me vibró el celular... y cuando me di cuenta era que me estaban llamando... lo primero que pense fue: "Cha que ya pues hasta cuando mi papá me va a seguir llamando cafe, almuerzo y merienda?!!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;jajajaja pero al parecer estaba muy equivocada.... El numero nunca antes lo habia visto y mucho menos sabia de quien era... hasta que me atrevi a contestar... Cuando conteste me di cuenta de que era un chico pero no sabia quien... hasta que el me dijo que era Jose Andres... (se preguntaran y kien es ese?! jajaja! es un amiguito... cri cri cri) y conversamos un chance y me pregunto a qué hora me iba a conectar... y le dije que a las 4 y despues me contesto okay me voy a conectar a esa hora... tb me dijo que me llamo xq keria chatear conmigo.. uhhhh eso suena interesante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulta q Jose Andres nunk se conecto jajajajaj q triste jajaja ahorita son las 6:46 pm y hasta el momento nada... bueno la cosa es que he aprovechado para hacer muchas cosas...como investigar sobre NAFTA y CAN para el proyecto de empresariales ajajaja con mi grupo "The Pink Flip-flops" jajaja ta bkn el nombre.... tb lei un poco de Ana Frank, me metí en más grupos en el hi5, entre a la página de la barra del ocho, a rechevere y hasta lei el chapter 3 de American Hitory jeje ya que mañana tengo examen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahorita estoy web-eando jaja y tb espero que mi lindo y hermozo cabello se seke un poco para desenredarmelo... cha q me cae mal cuando esta enrredado....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111637378675719966?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111637378675719966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111637378675719966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111637378675719966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111637378675719966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/una-llamada-no-esperada.html' title='Una llamada no esperada...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111619799538190372</id><published>2005-05-15T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:59:55.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying things to do on an elevator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1) CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) STAND silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) WHEN arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) GREET everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.5) MEOW occasionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) STARE At another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) SAY -DING at each floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, How's your day been?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18) DROP a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream: "That's mine!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19) BRING a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20) PRETEND you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21) SWAT at flies that don't exist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22) CALL out "Group hug" then enforce it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111619799538190372?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111619799538190372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111619799538190372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111619799538190372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111619799538190372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/annoying-things-to-do-on-elevator.html' title='Annoying things to do on an elevator!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111603688990471102</id><published>2005-05-13T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:14:49.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viernes!! wiiiiiiii!</title><content type='html'>Hoy es viernes.. viernes 13 d paso jajaja el dia de la mala suerte... bueno algunas cosas estuvieron feas pero de ahi estuvo bkn el dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Diana, Michelle y Andrea vinieron a mi casa. Segun yo la pasamos bkn... nos vimos La Chica de Alado... supuestamente nos ibamos a ver Starwars...&lt;br /&gt;Hicimos millon relajo... jugaron PS2 y estuvimos molestando en el messenger!!... Diana y Michelle me desordenaron mi closet jajaja son unas salvajes! pero ve! jajaja&lt;br /&gt;La pasamos tan bkn...&lt;br /&gt;ya se fueron sniff sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me voy chaup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111603688990471102?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111603688990471102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111603688990471102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111603688990471102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111603688990471102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/viernes-wiiiiiiii.html' title='Viernes!! wiiiiiiii!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111584570486567130</id><published>2005-05-11T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:21:59.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miercoles!! wiiii!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoy es miércoles! jaja lol! bueno hoy fue un dia normal jaja excepto que en la clase de American History nos hicieron escribir 5 essay questions! essay! osea me tomo toda la hora escribiendo lo más rápido que puede! al terminar no podia sentir mi linda mano! &gt;_&lt; creo q hasta me temblaba jajajajajajajajaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las demás horas fueron aburridas para variar...&lt;br /&gt;En la hora de gym nos pusimos a jugar volley!! yeahy! q emocion! wiiiiii!... Cuando stabamos jugando me la tiraron duro y se staba saliendo de la cancha y casi me voy de oreja pero la salve! yeahy!! jajajaja me traume con eso jajajaja... después tb salve algunas! ja! q estoy buena en volley! (Ana's on fire! haha!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah cierto me habia olvidado de escribir sobre Andrea Yuson... mi pana! q mal se regreso a L.A.! no me parece! me cai tan bien! era goce! y siempre me escuchaba y se reia de nuestras tonteras! sniff sniff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después en Lunch vimos a CS con McBee! taba tan tan lindo! como siempre! jajaja...&lt;br /&gt;Tb hoy nos matamos de la risa para variar... es el efecto tardio del Pito Pito (chupetin-silbato)&lt;br /&gt;jajaajjaa... q triste... pero bueno nos reiamos de tonteras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno me voy chaup plz djen sus comentarios! jajaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111584570486567130?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111584570486567130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111584570486567130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111584570486567130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111584570486567130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/miercoles-wiiii.html' title='Miercoles!! wiiii!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111567272281561188</id><published>2005-05-09T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:05:22.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunes otra vez...</title><content type='html'>Hoy es lunes... q diversion! comenzo la semana...&lt;br /&gt;Bueno hoy cuando llegue al cole casi me pego un tiro! q mal! cha q! no mas hubiera ido a la fiesta d Wendy Montiel... me contaron que estaba bknsisima!! si hubiera ido Blueboy me hubiera sacado a bailar! pero no! tenia que quedarme en casa... pero bueno ya me contaron que la próxima semana también hay farra jeje!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;El cole estuvo aburrido para variar... lo feo fue cuando los compañeritos que me habian visto en San Marino con mi ex staban que jodian... fue horrible! ya me tienen cabreada! Alo! ya no es nada! duh!!! ahora me gusta alguien... ja! pero no les voy a decir! jajaja! solo dos personas lo saben... jajaja&lt;br /&gt;Tb tengo q pintar mis zapatos otra vez... jajaja ya que se hicieron morados... q mal... pero bueno no es todo el zapato solo una linea jaajaja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy lleve el ipod al cole jeje y la hice a McBee escuchar MCR y le gusto! yeahy!! yippie! jeje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo q ya es todo por hoy...&lt;br /&gt;chaup!&lt;br /&gt;pd: I mean this I'm okay! trust me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111567272281561188?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111567272281561188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111567272281561188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111567272281561188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111567272281561188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/lunes-otra-vez.html' title='Lunes otra vez...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111567225343322036</id><published>2005-05-09T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:57:33.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some quotes...</title><content type='html'>-Looking up at the dark night skyI watched stars and moons pass me by.A silent tear rolls down my broken face I wipe it away without a trace because as you hurt me, as much as you lie I won't ever let you see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is all I have to offer you: my dreams, my words, my hand, my soul, my thoughts, the comfort of my eyes, and a love beyond what the world could dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Remember to always be yourself, and if your prince charming isnt staring you straight in the eyes - who cares? because you've got youre whole life ahead of you to find him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your best friend is someone who is as close to you as a sister. So believe them when they say that guy you are crushin' on is a scumbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-**::PeOpLe ChAnGe::** **::ThInGs gO WrOnG::** **::CrAp HaPpEnS::** **: bUt LiFe gOeS oN::**&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/9895144-111567225343322036?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111567225343322036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111567225343322036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111567225343322036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111567225343322036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-some-quotes.html' title='Just some quotes...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111556402196823256</id><published>2005-05-08T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T08:57:22.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakup...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I think that this blog is becomming my diary than a real blog... well how cares... anyways I'm writting to talk about this breakup...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad at all or depressed because what we had was a herlaquin romance... he was joking I think...&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the cinema the other day... we didn't have chemistry... it's simple we don't have chemistry... I think that the breakingup part was the best thing that could ever happen...I mean we didn't have that much in common... he was like green and I was like blue... totally different... And I admit he was kinda cute but it wouldn't have worked at all...&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate him at all... I think he's a great person and a great friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys gotta go&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: Dippie don't kick his butt b/c he didn't break my heart... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111556402196823256?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111556402196823256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111556402196823256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111556402196823256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111556402196823256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/breakup.html' title='The Breakup...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111551603858036903</id><published>2005-05-07T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T19:33:58.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Life...</title><content type='html'>Hey q fue... Hoy fue un día medio raro pero divertido a la vez...&lt;br /&gt;Primero cuando me desperte y cuando me decidi levantarme... cuando me pare me dolió horrible el tobillo derecho! casi me caigo! q mal!... Bueno la cosa es q mi papá por suerte tenia unas vendas especiales para el tobillo tonces me las puse jajaja y estuve todo el dia con ellas... son efectivas cuando camino no me duele! Ja!...&lt;br /&gt;Bueno de ahi no hice nada productivo...no hice deberes.. q mal! jaja me tok mañana sentarme a "estudiar" q mal... sniff sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre mi tard q puedo decir? aver por fin conoci a Aldo.... q mas? fuimos al cine.... nada mas creo.... ehmm bueno me voy&lt;br /&gt;chaup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111551603858036903?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111551603858036903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111551603858036903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111551603858036903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111551603858036903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturday-night-life.html' title='Saturday Night Life...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111541371157547818</id><published>2005-05-06T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:26:19.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>viernes raro...muy raro jaja</title><content type='html'>Bueno hoy por fin es viernes! yeahy! yippie! eee! hoy para variar nos explotaron en el cole... tb estoy gravemente herida... en volley le iba a dar con antebrazo al balon pero le di con el dedo gordo derecho... fue horrible xq me lo tiraron dmasiado fuerte... me duele todavia jajaja y tengo el dedo medio rojo... se me va a hacer morado! nooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tb me vire el pie! noo! fue tan tonto fue por los baches de las 30s por ahi q mal por andar conversando me vire el pie... tb me duele pero no tanto como mi dedito lindo... yaaaaa... jajajaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy nos mandaron muchos dberes bueno no mucho solo es que me tuve que traer dos textbooks... son tan pesados!...&lt;br /&gt;Mañana es la fiesta de Wendy Montiel... supuestamente es su cumple pero nada q ver es solo por campaña... dspues de hacer una encuesta me di cuenta que esa fiesta va a ser un fracaso total ya que solo los de 5 van a ir... q triste ajajaja yo no pienso ir xq la gente de mi edad no va a ir... osea sip conozco gente de 5 pero no es lo mismo... yo creo q esa fiesta va a estar media aburrida... creo q tengo varias personas tratando de convencerme para que vaya pero como que no kiero ir... ademas me duele mi dedito! me duele mucho y esta medio hinchado! lo bueno es que no me lo fracture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy pase todo el dia en las nubes jajaja...&lt;br /&gt;bueno chaup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd:plz dejen sus comentarios! plz!!! sip? okis spero leer tu comentario! jajajaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111541371157547818?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111541371157547818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111541371157547818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111541371157547818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111541371157547818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/viernes-raromuy-raro-jaja.html' title='viernes raro...muy raro jaja'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111533661311383926</id><published>2005-05-05T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:43:33.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jueves...</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue un dia normal... todo normal... excepto la clase de Gino, calificamos los examenes del Section 2... segun Gino todos ibamos a sakr 100... pero nada q ver! yop saque 49! ajajajaj q mal! es q yap lo admito! no estudie! nunk me dijeron que habia que estudiar! yo q iba a saber q nos iba a tomar quiz! no soy adivina... pero bueno le gane a kike! ja! el saco 18!!&lt;br /&gt;d ahi el resto d materias tuvo bien...&lt;br /&gt;En la clase de Judy para variar me estaba kedando dormida... jajaja hasta que nos dijo que ibamos a escribir a narrative autobiography algo asi... no me parece! osea q kieren saber de mi triste y patetica vida?!?! jajaja paro.... bueno la cosa es q tabamos haciendo l brainstorming y se me ocurrio escribir sobre el dia q fuimos al cine en manada... jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la hora de salida todo taba bien cuando llegue a mi carro mi mamá me dijo q no prendia el carro! jajaja y d paso hoy una amiga d mi sis, a kien consideron mi amiga tb! Edith venia a casa jajaja y estuvimos como media hora ahi tratando d prender el carro hasta q se pudo y llegue a casa a las 3:15 jajaja q mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno eso fue lo q ocurrio este dia...&lt;br /&gt;pd: is this for real? or is it just a herlaquin romance?... i dont know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111533661311383926?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111533661311383926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111533661311383926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111533661311383926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111533661311383926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/jueves.html' title='Jueves...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111524772092165959</id><published>2005-05-04T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:02:23.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles! Ja!</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue un día bastante cansado... primero nos tocó con Gino, quien nos tomo una lección del Section 2... para variar no sabia nada jajaaj q mal! odio esa clase!!!!&lt;br /&gt;De ahi el resto de clases fueron normales...Excepto mate!! no me parece! Erick me paso jodiendo toda la clase! Dios! hasta cuando!?!! tuve q aruñarlo para que dejara de joder! Uhy q a veces me da ganas de matarlo! jajaja yaaa.. bueno me da ganas de que se cambie de curso!!!&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;A la 5 hora nos toco Gym, la materia que todos amamos... pero resulta que el profe estaba de mal humor y nos hizo trotar 2 vueltas, subir y bajar las gradas, hacer abdominales y para rematar jugamos volley! fue horrible xq llevabamos como 4 meses sin haber corrido en la pista! no me parece... a veces quisiera que el cole no tenga cancha ni estadio para que nos hagan correr en algun lugar pequeño jajaja q vaga q soy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la última hora nos toco con la Judy y ella les iba a tomar Spelling B a los que kerian entrar al famoso concurso este... bueno yo recien me entere jajaaj para variar y no di xq me dolia la cabeza! pase todo el dia con alergia! uhy fue feo!!.... Pero fue goce ver a mis compañeritos deletreando jajajaja especialmente cuando McBee no deletreo bien y ella juraba que la Judy le habia dado otra oportunidad jaja pero nada q ver... hasta que le dijo que se vaya a sentar... todo el mundo se mató de la risa ajajajaja especialmente youp! jajaja!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoy fue bkn xq no nos mandaron deberes...&lt;br /&gt;pero recien ahorita me conecto ya que mi hermana es una ociosa y no hizo su deber que lo debio haber hecho ayer! y recien ahorita me pude conectar! que me cabrea... pero buenop&lt;br /&gt;okis chicos me voy a web-ear jaajaj chaup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111524772092165959?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111524772092165959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111524772092165959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111524772092165959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111524772092165959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/mircoles-ja.html' title='Miércoles! Ja!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111515907302786304</id><published>2005-05-03T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:24:33.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Martes loco jajajaja</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue un día bastante loco creo... no se jaja fue normal, me costo despertarme en la mañana y de paso llegue tarde al cole jajaja... a las primeras 2 horas tenia Business Perspective con la Maria Laura... bueno la clase ta bkn pero lo turro es que me reto! no me parece osea yo no taba haciendo nada! segun ella yo taba que me reia y hablaba con michelle, kien se sienta atras mio... pero nada que ver michelle se taba riendo solita...&lt;br /&gt;De ahi todo fue normal... claro tenia millon sueño jajaja especialmente en la clase de Floresmilo...(floresmilo floresmilo, has tu sonido has tu sonido....) jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;y claro que casi me duermo en la clase de compu... esa hora fue trist... tenia sueño y mario me paso preguntando q como me habia amarrado...q kien era, en q cole taba... como se me habia dclarado... y yo con sueño!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d ahi fue todo normal....&lt;br /&gt;creo q yap me voy&lt;br /&gt;chau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111515907302786304?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111515907302786304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111515907302786304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111515907302786304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111515907302786304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/martes-loco-jajajaja.html' title='Martes loco jajajaja'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111508010091075225</id><published>2005-05-02T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:28:20.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day number 3!!!!</title><content type='html'>haha do u like my title? I think it's cute hahaa....It's my 3rd day with Aldo! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;well today I think it was a normal freaky day haha.... we had 3 test... the diary of Anne Frank, Math and Spelling B! haha...&lt;br /&gt;Also today, almost everyone of my course found out I had a BF... hahaha it was Diana's fault haha well I dont care!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;I laugh all the freaking day! It was just too hilarious... I think McBee should really go to Lorenzo Ponce... I mean she just laughs all day long hahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recieved this awful phone call! Tomorrow I have to go to Benedict to talk about my essay! ha! I dont want to go!!! I hate that place... its just a bit weird.... Dont want to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guys! gotta go!plz leave ur comments! plz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111508010091075225?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111508010091075225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111508010091075225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111508010091075225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111508010091075225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-number-3.html' title='Day number 3!!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111506933099826445</id><published>2005-05-02T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T15:43:30.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>unas frases...jeje tan buenas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aki van algunas frases corta venas jaja o algunas simplemente full lindas! jaja ( las q tan con negrita! son para mi honey bunny! se las dedico!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I cried today, not because I miss you or even wanted you, but because I finally realized I'm gonna be alright without you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And there you are, holding her hand, and I'm lost, trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I loved you once, you loved me not; I loved you twice, but I forgot; you never loved me, you&lt;br /&gt;never will; but even so, I love you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wanting him is hard to get. Loving him is hard to regret. Losing him is hard to accept. But with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-If your asking if I need you the answer is forever...if your asking if I'll leave you the answer is never...if your asking what I value the answer is you...if your asking if I love you the answer is I do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes your mind doesn't want you to be in love...but deep down you know you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"And it's sad to think,after all we've been through,that i still like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really am one of those girls who crys myself to sleep at night. you probably never would have even guessed i was one of those girls. but then again almost [[every girl crys herself to sleep]] these days thanx to the lack of caring we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hope for the best...Expect the worst...Life's a play...*And we're unrehearsed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life has ups...Life has dips...@ least we have PoTaTo ChIpS'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm §uGaR &amp; §piCe &amp;amp; EvErYtHiNg N¡Ce... b4 yOu Me§§ w/ Me... yOu ße§t ThiNk twiCe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You can't expect to find the perfect person when you know that you'll never be perfect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Be Crazy...Be Stupid...Be Wild...Be Silly...Because lifes to short to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isn’t it awful, that no matter how bad you want to be with someone, if no one else wants you to, you sacrifice your feelings for the thoughts of those who truly don’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loving someone who used to love you is hell. All you think about is how stupid you were to let them go. How perfect he was, and how safe you felt when heheld you. And u never forget that you could still have him. u could still be his, but you wanted more... you wanted more then perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The greatest love in the world is knowing that someone loves you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Love is patient, love is kind, love is the reason your always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God made Mud God Made Dirt God Made me so I Could Flirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The biggest lie i could ever tell him is that he is my whole world...thats not true...he is my whole UNIVERSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm trying to forget him, but he seems to be all I ever think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I think we all respond to music in different ways, depending on what's going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i love you to much to even think about how many times youve hurt me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i waisted my time being with u now what do i do cause i am waisting my time now waiting for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You mean the world to me. Don't let go. I want to love you and hold you till the stars fall out of the sky and collapse on my head. YOU are my shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's the times we're so crazy,that people think we're high,It's the times we laugh so hard,we can't help but cry.It's all the inside jokes,and "remember when",those are all the reasons,that we're best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i don’t want to be your whole life...just your favorite part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Have you ever wanted something so bad you couldn't breathe? Well, right now...I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life is like cake.....Family is the butter, freinds are the frostng and sprinkles are thoes little extra things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111506933099826445?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111506933099826445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111506933099826445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111506933099826445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111506933099826445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/unas-frasesjeje-tan-buenas.html' title='unas frases...jeje tan buenas!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111498900240192002</id><published>2005-05-01T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:10:02.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooo mañana es lunes! noo!!</title><content type='html'>Nooo no kiero ir a clases! noo! ya no más! jajaja q triste... ya tengo que superarlo... siempre digo no kiero ir pero termino alla jajaja... bueno el cole es bkn! pero odio las clases jaajaj&lt;br /&gt;Mañana tengo lección de mate y de Ana Frank! no me parece! noo! de paso este fin de semana nos mandaron la de deberes! me siento explotada!!! y mañana tenemos dos horas con Gino ya que el otro día se la pasaron reclamando asi que la tomo como hora de dirigencia! no me parece! gino  m$&amp;·()%= ! dos horas!! saben lo que es dos horas con ese hombre?!?! es super aburrido! me voy a dormir! noooo! y de paso tenemos clase con la Judy! más aburrimiento! noo! creo q mañana me duermo n clases! no kiero ir!! sniff sniff!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno hoy ha sido un dia normal creo jaja. En la mañana no hice mayor cosa... y en la tarde peor jajajajaja q mal! lo unico interesante que he hecho es chatear y mensajear con mi Aldito! jaja bueno tb aproveche para unirme a más grupos en l hi5! jajaja estoy loca! kiero tener 1 millon de grupos! jajajajaja! eeee!!! bueno ahorita tengo unos cuantos creo q tengo como unos 90 o más! jajaja la mayoria de My Chemical Romance! jajaja....&lt;br /&gt;bueno me voy!&lt;br /&gt;comenten plz! chaup!&lt;br /&gt;pd: yeahy day 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111498900240192002?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111498900240192002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111498900240192002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111498900240192002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111498900240192002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/nooo-maana-es-lunes-noo.html' title='Nooo mañana es lunes! noo!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111497188181199165</id><published>2005-05-01T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T12:27:25.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TBS- Cute without 'e' lyrics</title><content type='html'>Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother angel&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything you'll get is&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've wanted, princess&lt;br /&gt;(well which would you prefer)&lt;br /&gt;My finger on the trigger, or&lt;br /&gt;(me face down, down across your floor)&lt;br /&gt;Me face down, down across your floor&lt;br /&gt;(me face down, down across your floor)&lt;br /&gt;Well just so long as this thing's loaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You've got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You've got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin&lt;br /&gt;Let's go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother trying to explain angel&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what goes on when you're on and&lt;br /&gt;How about I'm outside of your window&lt;br /&gt;(how about I'm outside of your window)&lt;br /&gt;Watchin him keep the details covered&lt;br /&gt;You're such a sucker (you're such a sucker)&lt;br /&gt;For a sweet talker, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You've got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin&lt;br /&gt;(the only thing that I regret is that i, I never let you hold me&lt;br /&gt;back)&lt;br /&gt;And will you tell all your friends&lt;br /&gt;You've got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin,&lt;br /&gt;This all was only wishful thinkin&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins&lt;br /&gt;I wil never ask if you don't ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;I know you well enough to know you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins&lt;br /&gt;I will never ask if you don't ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;I know you well enough to know you never loved me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins&lt;br /&gt;I will never ask if you don't ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;I know you well enough to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I feel anything&lt;br /&gt;From anyone other than you?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I feel anything&lt;br /&gt;From anyone other than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this was all your fault&lt;br /&gt;And all of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I stay jealous)&lt;br /&gt;I stay wrecked and jealous for this,&lt;br /&gt;For this simple reason&lt;br /&gt;I just need to keep you in mind&lt;br /&gt;As something larger than life&lt;br /&gt;(she'll destroy us all before she's through&lt;br /&gt;And find a way to blame somebody else)&lt;br /&gt;I stay wrecked and jealous for this,&lt;br /&gt;For this simple reason&lt;br /&gt;I just need to keep you in mind&lt;br /&gt;As something larger than life&lt;br /&gt;(she'll destroy us all before she's through&lt;br /&gt;And find a way to blame somebody else)&lt;br /&gt;I stay wrecked and jealous for this,&lt;br /&gt;For this simple reason&lt;br /&gt;I just need to keep you in mind&lt;br /&gt;As something larger than life!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;TBS!! RULES! TAKING BACK SUNDAY! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111497188181199165?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111497188181199165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111497188181199165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111497188181199165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111497188181199165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/tbs-cute-without-e-lyrics.html' title='TBS- Cute without &apos;e&apos; lyrics'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111496096140635287</id><published>2005-05-01T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:22:41.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so last summer lyrics!</title><content type='html'>She said "don't, don't let it go to your head&lt;br /&gt; Boys like you are a dime a dozen,&lt;br /&gt; Boys like you are a dime a dozen"&lt;br /&gt;She said "you're a touch overrated,&lt;br /&gt;you're a lush and I hate it&lt;br /&gt; but these grass stains on my knees&lt;br /&gt; they won't mean a thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I (all I) Need to know (need to know)&lt;br /&gt;Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin&lt;br /&gt;(is that I'm somethin that you're missin)&lt;br /&gt; (maybe I should hate for this)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hate you for this&lt;br /&gt;Never really did ever quite get that far&lt;br /&gt; (maybe I should hate for this)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hate you for this&lt;br /&gt;Never really did ever quite get that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never lie to you Unless&lt;br /&gt;I had to I'll do what I got to&lt;br /&gt; Unless I had to I'll do what I go to,&lt;br /&gt;the truth is you could slit my throat&lt;br /&gt; And with my one last gasping breath&lt;br /&gt; I'd apologize for bleedin on your shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I (all I) Need to know (need to know)&lt;br /&gt; Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin&lt;br /&gt;(is that I'm somethin that you're missin)&lt;br /&gt;(maybe I should hate for this)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hate you for this&lt;br /&gt; Never really did ever quite get that far&lt;br /&gt; (maybe I should hate for this)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should hate you for this&lt;br /&gt;Never really did ever quite get that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuase I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions&lt;br /&gt;This'll be last chance you get to drop my name&lt;br /&gt; Cuase I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions&lt;br /&gt;This'll be last chance you get to drop my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Cool song? hell yes! TBS rules!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111496096140635287?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111496096140635287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111496096140635287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111496096140635287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111496096140635287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/05/youre-so-last-summer-lyrics.html' title='You&apos;re so last summer lyrics!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111491266708481789</id><published>2005-04-30T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:57:47.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so so happy! I don't know if I should post this but well for the moment.... Im oficially not available peeps! Ha! yeah! you heard it!! Im not available! hip hip hooray! Now I have a BF hell yeah! You must have read his nickname... I've mentioned him haha yeah you know! my honey bunny! okay?! haha his name is Aldo... lalala...&lt;br /&gt;well I just wanted to say that... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111491266708481789?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111491266708481789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111491266708481789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111491266708481789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111491266708481789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/omg.html' title='OMG!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111480737008296202</id><published>2005-04-29T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:42:50.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeahy! ya es viernes! hip hip hooray!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoy estoy muy feliz por lo que es viernes! wuju! no clases por dos días! No torturas! No tengo q soportar a los profes por dos días yippie jajajajaj creo que me emociono tanto q triste! jajaa...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy fue un día normal... para variar en la mañana vi a CS jeje! fui a mi casillero y d ahi me dirigi a la 13 más conocida como el curso d Gino!!! aaa!! q miedo! jajajaja full aburrimiento! q mal.... bueno hoy para variar taba media perdida jajaja porq en la clase anterior me puse a leer el Diario d Ana Frank y no le pare bola a la lectura d la clase jajaja pero bueno al final estuvo fácil porq eso ya lo habiamos visto unos años atras.....&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sonó la campana todos salimos emocionados ya que nos tocaba la mejor clase de todas! GYM jajajaaja con el señor Herbozo juajuajua! Jugamos volley hasta que se acabó la hora.&lt;br /&gt;De ahi nos toco ir a Lengua con Floresmilo jajaja ese tipo me hace dormir con su voz jajaja...&lt;br /&gt;Las demás horas fueron normales y para variar en Mate con  Julio Cesar (el jovencito nazi)... me pase la hora mandandome papelitos con McBee jaja fue un goce jaja ella me hace reir millon! juajuajua...&lt;br /&gt;Las otras horas fueron full aburridas (t lo juro q en la clase d Literature and Composition casito me kedo dormida jajajaja!!)&lt;br /&gt;para variar pense todo el día en mi honey bunny!!! jejeje n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno me voy chaup...&lt;br /&gt;pd: thanx keni-ken-kenneth por dar señales de vida jajaja paro por escribir en mi chatterbox thanx!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111480737008296202?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111480737008296202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111480737008296202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111480737008296202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111480737008296202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeahy-ya-es-viernes-hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Yeahy! ya es viernes! hip hip hooray!!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111472859175584351</id><published>2005-04-28T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:49:51.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst day ever...</title><content type='html'>Today was the worst day ever... all began when one of our teachers told us that they were gonna be  some changes. They were going to change some students to other courses... I got down because I knew some of my friends were going and people were coming too. My classmates who got changed to South Carolina were: Roberto, JP, Guiliana, Andrea and Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;When I found out who were comming I almost screamed! OMG!! Just imagine... poor me!&lt;br /&gt;The ones who came to Penssylvannia were Roberto, Jose, Johnny, Eduardo and for my disgrace she who most not be named... a.k.a Voldermont! NOOOOooooO!!! I almost screamed and cried!!Okay Im a little over reacting haha but that was how I felt I guess.... hahaha the day was kinda sad I thought Wei was comming to PA! I felt so happy but when he told me he wasn't I felt bad really bad again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw CS Gorgeous twice! Awww....&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my honey bunny all day long...&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're a touch overrated, you're a lush and I hate it but these grass stains on my knees they won't mean a thing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111472859175584351?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111472859175584351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111472859175584351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111472859175584351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111472859175584351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/worst-day-ever.html' title='The worst day ever...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111463896083472508</id><published>2005-04-27T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:56:00.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby?</title><content type='html'>Hola!!! hoy fue un día increible... bueno más o menos jaajaja. Cuando llegue a mi casillero justo pasaba CS Gorgeous!! taba tan lindoo!!! jejeje! cuando sake mis libros ya me estaba llendo a la clase de Gino cuando llega Andrea, d ahi llego Michelle y Diana! jejeje (Ja! ellas no vieron a CS!)&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me di cuenta vi a Ileana ( se kmbio dl Americano al Nuevo Mundo!) jeje a los años que la veia la plena es que Ile hace falta jajaj era cague de risa! y linda gente! jeje&lt;br /&gt;Bueno para no alargar más mis blog voy a suprimir algunas cosas no tan importantes jaja...&lt;br /&gt;A la segunda hora nos tocaba American History, asi que sali rapidísimo y cuando llegue al curso vi que CS taba recogiendo sus cosas y para mi hermosa sorpresa se sienta en mi puesto!!!!( Ja! que bien! yeahy!!!) En la clase de Mate, Michellin y yo nos pusimos a inventar nicknames! el mio es Abby; Michelle, McBee; Diana, Dippie; Andrea,Deiday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En clase de GYM fue bkn! la pase bknsismo jugamos volley y nos matamos de la risa jajaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando fue lunch me di cuenta de que habia dejado mi billetera de Happy Bunny en la falda! q mal! stupid me! jajajaja.... El recreo tb tuvo bkn! yo empece el relajo cuando empece a empujar a las locas estas jajajajaja soy relajosa pero fue chistoso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la hora de Otto (Ottowaldo!! Potto! jajaja!) estaba tan aburrida que me empece a escribir MCR en la palma de la mano! me kedo super bkn! jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso fue todo por hoy amigos!&lt;br /&gt;chaup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: pase pensando todo el  dia en mi honey bunny cutie boy! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111463896083472508?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111463896083472508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111463896083472508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111463896083472508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111463896083472508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/abby.html' title='Abby?'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111455044671898244</id><published>2005-04-26T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:20:46.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>el cine/ lunes...</title><content type='html'>El sábado pasado fui al cine con mis amigas Diana, Andrea y Michelle. Fuimos a San Marino, en dond nos reunimos a las 5 de la tarde. Cuando llegue me encontre con Michelle y estuvimos caminando casi todo el segundo piso... hasta que más tarde llegó Diana, asi que compramos las entradas... ahora la unica que no llegaba era Andrea. Después de cinco minutos Andrea al fin llego! jejeje... como faltaba media hora para que comience la película empezamos a caminar...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estabamos en el segundo piso, Diana tuvo la magnífica idea de empujarme... casi me voy de oreja!!! q mal.... Después de joder un rato por ahi entramos al cine para comprar nuestras bebidas. En la caja de al lado estaba un chico con un abrigo Von Dutch comprando comida... Andrea estaba al lado de el asi que empece a molestar y dije: " A andrea le gusta el chico Von Dutch!!" y el chico se volteo para ver cual de todas era Andrea jajajaja fue un momento full chistoso. Cuando estabamos entrando a la sala, el chico que recoge los boletos le dijo a Diana "bienvenidas guapas" jajajjaja biiii diana ya tiene a otro muerto jajajaja!!! (Diana ya le voy a decir a Mario que le pusiste los cachos jajja paro!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;La pasamos bien en el cine jajaja al comienzo yo era q dcia shhhhhhhhhhhhh y diana me seguia el juego jajaja y andrea era que nos callaba... michelle se mataba de la risa para variar... despues llegaron unas tipas y se kerian sentar al lado de michelle y dijeron euh! que asco hay algo feo ahi!!! y yo por joder dije es michelle jajajaja q mala q soy!!!! La peli que nos fuimos a ver (Conociendo a mi suegro) estaba bknsisima full goce! me maté de la risa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cuando salimos del cine ya mi mamá me habia ido a recoger entonces me tuve que ir!!!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                      LUNES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lunes fue un día normal... estresante y agotador! jajaja&lt;br /&gt;Nos mandaron millon deberes! me siento explotada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sin comentarios dl resto dl día!&lt;br /&gt;solo q chatie como 3 horas con mi honey bunny! yeahy!&lt;br /&gt;chaup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111455044671898244?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111455044671898244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111455044671898244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111455044671898244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111455044671898244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/el-cine-lunes.html' title='el cine/ lunes...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111422442953672538</id><published>2005-04-22T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:16:59.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El cine es una $/♠·(%/"&amp;(·!!!</title><content type='html'>Jajajaja como podrán ver mi titulo lo dice todo! esto fue lo que ocurrio:&lt;br /&gt;Mi hermana me dijo para ir al cine con sus panas entonces ya pues fui. Estabamos en el mall del sol en plena pelicula cuando prenden unas luces blancas y viene una chica y dijo: Porfavor deben evacuar por las puertas de emergencia porque hay un incendio.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces yo salí sopladisima! ( a la mierda con el prójimo! yo toy primero! jajaj nada q ver!)&lt;br /&gt;y al bajar todos estaban preguntandose que habia pasado... cuando empezaron a llegar las patrullas de los policias! (no se supone que dberian ir los bomberos? q triste!) bueno la cosa era que todos comentaban sus versiones... una tipa dijo que la tienda de animales se habia quemado, y que todos los animalitos estaban sueltos..( me burle de ella jaja dije ah simon yo vi un unicornio escapando de las llamas...) jajaja q mal...Otro dijo una version más convincente... de que en Tony Romas habia explotado no se que cosa... (no me parece a mi me enknta Tony! ahora dond voy a comer?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;bueno la cosa es que los voy a demandar xq no termine de ver la peli! malditos ladrones! jajaja paro&lt;br /&gt;chaup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111422442953672538?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111422442953672538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111422442953672538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111422442953672538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111422442953672538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/el-cine-es-una.html' title='El cine es una $/♠·(%/&quot;&amp;(·!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111420375197662770</id><published>2005-04-22T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:02:31.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odio los textbooks!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoy ya estoy oficialmente harta de los textbooks!!!! aaaaa!! son demasiado pesados!! no me parece! es tan horrible cuando tengo Literature en la 34 y tengo q ir a la 19 para clases d American History! esos libros pesan millon! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;El que más odio es el de Physical Science porque es viejo y por Gino  lo odio! jajaja los otros dos libros son nuevos y pesadisimos!!!....&lt;br /&gt;bueno chaup tengo sueño jajaja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111420375197662770?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111420375197662770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111420375197662770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111420375197662770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111420375197662770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/odio-los-textbooks.html' title='Odio los textbooks!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111403472378572873</id><published>2005-04-20T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:15:08.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeeeee!! adios Lucio!</title><content type='html'>Hoy cuando llegue a mi carro a la hora de salida, me contaron que supuestamente Lucio Gutierrez había renunciado... para variar no le creía a nadie jajaaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegue a casa, prendi la tele y puse las noticias en el canal dos y me informe lo que había pasado mientras estaba en el colegio "educandome" jaja... No se porque cambie de canal a CNN en español y tb estaban hablando de lucio... Después cambie a CNN (el d inglés) y para variar estaban hablando de Ecuador y de Lucio! Fue una noticia mundial, una de las más importantes del día! cuando me conecte en las Yahoo News el titular era sobre Lucio... q triste todo el mundo se entero de nuestra triste realidad... jaja si se han dado cuenta que es el 3 presidente que botan en 8 años? ¿que nos está pasando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo creo que es hora de echarles la culpa a los Quiteños, ya que ellos por mayoría ayudaron a Lucio a que gane las elecciones!! si ven eso es lo que pasa cuando estás picado y botas por alguien peor que por un costeño! jajaja q mal...&lt;br /&gt;En fin lo bueno es que Lucio al fin se fue! yeahy! eee!! fiesta! ahora el Ecuador entero está feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahora le pregunta es: se quedará en el país o huirá a Panamá o Venezuela?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estaba viendo CNN en inglés un reportero dijo q Lucio era un cobarde porque no daba la cara y que parece que quiere huir del país, pero los aeropuertos estan cerrados!!&lt;br /&gt;ahora Lucio como vas a huir?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! me voy por el momento!&lt;br /&gt;chaup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111403472378572873?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111403472378572873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111403472378572873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111403472378572873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111403472378572873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/eeeeeee-adios-lucio.html' title='Eeeeeee!! adios Lucio!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111386976499748059</id><published>2005-04-18T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:16:04.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin titulo, no se me ocurre jaja</title><content type='html'>La semana pasada  realizamos las pruebas de diagnóstico, las cuales estaban más o menos. En Matemáticas saque 3 ½ sobre 6, Lengua 48 sobre 100 (q mal jaja), Physical Science 52 sobre 100 ( nos tomo cosas nunca antes vistas, así que me merezco esa calificación)... Sociales 85 sobre 100 (hey yo que iba a saber que significaba globalización!! Ahora si se!!)... las otras materias no me han dado los resultados.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy nos cambiaron de horario para variar. Todos estábamos sufriendo ya que nos tocaba 3 horas con Gino, una de dirigencia, otra de Lab y la última de Physical Science... Lo bueno es que todavía no nos habían entregado los textos y peor el nuevo horario. Para nuestra felicidad cuando nos dieron el nuevo horario nos dimos cuenta de que ya no teníamos 3 horas con Gino!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la última hora, en la clase de Literature &amp; Composition la miss Judy nos hizo copiar rápido unos ejercicios de gramática nos llevo al almacén con el motivo de que nos den los textos de Inglés. Cuando llegamos al almacén hacia un calor insoportable y para mi desgracia soy la número 25 en la lista. Nos toco esperar como 15 minutos hasta que me llamaron y me entregaron los tres textos de Inglés. Solo dos eran nuevos los de American History y Literature, el de Science era viejo! Los libros pesaban millón y teníamos que caminar del almacén hasta la aula 34 en otras palabras al fondo a la izquierda! Y de paso con esos libros  que pesaban demasiado! Casi se me caen los libros en el trayecto! Lo bueno es que cuando regresamos al curso  ya faltaban 10 minutos para que suene el timbre de salida. Cuando sonó el timbre sali disparada al casillero que queda al fondo casi por el laboratorio de no se que cosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy también para variar vi a mi Blueboy tan lindo jejeje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno es hora de hacer otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;Chau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111386976499748059?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111386976499748059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111386976499748059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111386976499748059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111386976499748059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/sin-titulo-no-se-me-ocurre-jaja.html' title='Sin titulo, no se me ocurre jaja'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111359834366548733</id><published>2005-04-15T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:02:07.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeahy the week is finally over!!!</title><content type='html'>Today it's friday!! yeahy! no clases for two days!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day at the first hours we had "Opciones practicas" and I chose " Practicas empresariales" and the rest of the day I had diagnostic exams hahaha the rest of the day I was day dreaming hahaha... I can't stop thinking about him! I'm not talking about Blue Boy...I'm talking about my honey-bunny!!! I like him so much! he's the cutest boy ever!!! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Michelle and I saw blue boy all day long! OMG he's so gorgeous hahaha and we followed him all day hahaha... it's so sad hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've gotta go and continue thinking about my honey-bunny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111359834366548733?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111359834366548733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111359834366548733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111359834366548733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111359834366548733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeahy-week-is-finally-over.html' title='Yeahy the week is finally over!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111353231491637398</id><published>2005-04-14T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:31:54.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The fourth day!!</title><content type='html'>Today was the fourth day of school... great isn't it?! Im tired of all this diagnostic exams! Im fed up! worn out!! aaa!! hate them! but this week was so cool!!! I've been all week day dreaming hahaha!!! why? because of him... him? ha! you don't know! hahaha! and you won't! haha! im crazy! yeahy!!! This week I download some cool songs like: demolition lovers, drowning lessons, cubicles, this is the best day ever... in other words old songs of MCR they rock! haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day! today I saw CS Gorgeous! oh my Gosh! that boys is like so cute! and his voice! awwww! I melt when I hear him talking... I got so pissed off when I found out that Michelle was using his old locker! that's not fair!! That locker had to be mine! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love... hey! CS Gorgeous is way out of my league so I've found someone who is so cute and so damn sweet! I like so much this guy!!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go and continue day dreaming&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111353231491637398?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111353231491637398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111353231491637398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111353231491637398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111353231491637398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/fourth-day.html' title='The fourth day!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111343347786770163</id><published>2005-04-13T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:04:37.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi tercer día en el cole...</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue mi tercer día en el colegio! yeahy! Tercer curso es bkn especialmente mi curso PENNSYLVANIA!!! jajajaja...&lt;br /&gt;La mayoria del tiempo la he pasado en las nubes... (xq sera?? shhh!)&lt;br /&gt;Creo que el curso esta bkn lo malo es que somos millon jaajaja somos como 35 y de paso los de South Carolina van a tomar el Slep test para ver si se cambian a mi curso... (yo saque 600!! yeahy! pikense jajaja paro!)...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy lo vi! yeahy! vi a CS Gorgeous! lo vi todo el dia!! es tan lindo!! soy capaz d comprar ese helado "gino" (q triste ya no hay pinguino!!) solo para verlo!! hey ahorita me acuerdo que no puedo admirar el paisaje... jajaja oooops!! sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;bueno voy a seguir en las nubes asi que chau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111343347786770163?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111343347786770163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111343347786770163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111343347786770163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111343347786770163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/mi-tercer-da-en-el-cole.html' title='Mi tercer día en el cole...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111325930340116149</id><published>2005-04-11T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:41:43.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Primer día de clases...</title><content type='html'>Hoy fue mi primer día de clases... weee! que diversion!...&lt;br /&gt;Al principio estaba feliz xq en la listas que tenian estaba que Billy Dwyer era nuetro dirigente... Todos estabamos emocionadisimos hasta que nos enteramos que ahora no eramos Rhode Island sino Pennsylvania. El dirigente ahora era Gino!! nooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bueno total el dia taba bkn! creo jaja&lt;br /&gt;Me tokron algunos profes bknes otros medios raros jajaja!&lt;br /&gt;Bueno toy feliz xq me toco con Dippie! yeahY!&lt;br /&gt;pd: este año va a ser un solo relajo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111325930340116149?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111325930340116149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111325930340116149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111325930340116149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111325930340116149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/primer-da-de-clases.html' title='Primer día de clases...'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111310152950231860</id><published>2005-04-09T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:52:09.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations are so over!!!</title><content type='html'>Vacations are over... I dont think it's fair! I want more vacations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this were the best vacations so far... I met new ppl! make new friends, realized who are my friends and my enemies...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I 've learn so many things...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on monday to school... though I want to see CS Gorgeous hahaha... I guess I miss my friends too... the rest can kiss my ass! haha...&lt;br /&gt;Today Im kinda confused...great!! Isn't it great!?!?! I hate this freakin' feeling!! aaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;bye! see ya at school guys! The American School ROCKS!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;ps: Im way too cool for school! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111310152950231860?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111310152950231860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111310152950231860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111310152950231860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111310152950231860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/vacations-are-so-over.html' title='Vacations are so over!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111275448112405056</id><published>2005-04-05T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:28:01.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Livestrong...hahaha</title><content type='html'>Today I had the greatest and stupiest idea ever! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;After watching the mayority of our people wearing these Livestrong bracelets, I've decided that I wanted one too hahaa. So I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote "Livestrong" on it and took some tape and made a paper-bracelet hahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the stupiest idea ever! but yet kinda funny hahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I need to return to school, vacations just drives me crazy! hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111275448112405056?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111275448112405056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111275448112405056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111275448112405056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111275448112405056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/livestronghahaha.html' title='Livestrong...hahaha'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111271836699833462</id><published>2005-04-05T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:57:45.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im like so so so happy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm happy for 2 things.... One I can't talk about it only Dippie knows so it's kinda like a secret hahahaha.... The second thing I'm totalyy happy about is that I was watching MTV and they played "Helena" from MCR!!!! I'm so happy! yeahy!!! now Latin America knows what My Chemical Romance is!!!! yeahy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some MCR quotes I found the other day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"I wanna go to bed now!" Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're also metal in the sense that we've a lot of metal on our instruments and I have quite a lot on my belt buckel as well" - Mikey Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't go to highschool you will deffinatly go to jail." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a band that will save your life." - Frank Iero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window" - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be Yourself, Don't take anyone's shit and never let them take you alive..." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how was Christmas for you guys? Did you all get lots of nice black tee shirts?" - Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Song (Give Em Hell Kid) Is about getting Knocked Up, Has Anyone Here Ever Gotten&lt;br /&gt;Knocked Up? -Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're gonna buy me a present, don't spend more than twenty five bucks, you'll get a blowjob anyway." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surrounding myself with fans makes me feel like i'm not going through it alone." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was writing it, I was remembering how hard it was to be a 16-year-old in high school. I always wanted to be an artist, so I was this loner kid who just got drunk all the time. I only had one real friend. There was a girl I really liked, and she ended up taking really sleazy photographs with her boyfriend, and that really crushed me, I was just swimming in this pit of despair, jealousy and alcoholism." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no stopping us" - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd enjoy it if a guy grabbed my ass. I guess it all depends on how he grabbed it, too." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you are kissing a guy with a beard , it's different." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's such a lack of sex in music." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should see me as a chick." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, obviously we use vampires as a metaphor for something else, something deeper than just the supernatural. But there's just something about the bloodsucking walking dead, that can say so much to people. There are really so many people trying to get control over you on a daily basis and steal your soul in some way, take a part of you..." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's less violence in the world when people are using Hula-Hoops." - Mikey Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would date Gerard." - Frank Iero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i feel like theres so many people out there who have the kids iin the palm of their hand, listening but there are so few people saying something"- Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, lots of people grab my ass. I'm actually starting to get this thing now where people grab my package. That actually happened once in Boston, it usually doesn't happen. We went over to England and it happened at almost every show. I don't really enjoy any kind of invasion of privacy like that I guess. Just the moment you're on stage it doesn't phase you or bother you too much though. Grabbin my package is obviously a total invasion of privacy I'm not into that at all. Grabbing my butt I guess if it were a guy I'd enjoy it. I mean, I guess it all depends on how he grabbed my butt too." - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Craziest thing that ever happened to me was being attacked by a black bird. It pecked the shit out of my head. We were at this hotel called The Phoenix in San Francisco. We were leaving to go to a show the next morning and the bird just fuckin' attacked my head. And the next day Slipknot were there, they were coming in as we were leaving, and they got attacked by birds too."- Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes a while to tell stories, I think it's because I was drunk for three years."- Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's important to keep up momentum, when I'm home alone I get stagnant, I go crazy and have to see my therapist. Being on the road keeps me busy. I'm okay when I'm busy."- Gerard Way"It erases everything I hate about myself. Nothing can hurt me. I feel completely invincible. I feel like everyone else on that stage is invincible and we're capable of anything. There's no stopping us."- Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard starts "We've always seen elitism as a negative thing, even before there were fans. We've always been very open about talking about how much we hate it" he begins, going on to explain the possibility of stumbling across fan elitism being part of the reason he stays away from the internet; discovering such a disrespect for new fans would leave him feeling&lt;br /&gt;"disappointed in the older fans". Guitarist Ray Toro whole heartedly agrees with his band mate, explaining how older fans got into the band because of their connection to the band and the music, because My Chemical Romance was a way to get away from the elitists hassling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's kind of dumb; everybody should be able to listen to the kind of music they want and just because you're a fan of a band for a longer period of time doesn't mean you have a greater stake of claim to the band or the music." Toro goes onto say, showing that the 27 year old is no stranger to this kind of attitude from fans either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was this weird loner kid who got drunk by himself all the time." - Gerard on his high school years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were birth control." - Ray on his and Gerard's high school years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could eat my body weight in sushi." - Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This song is about making babies, having babies...and selling them on the black market!" - Gerard introduced 'Give 'em Hell Kid'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This song is about dancing your life away!" - Gerard introduced 'Headfirst For Halos'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have a nihilistic attitude so it's like, the new gay...it's popular.' - Gerard on why we should give a damn about MCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When we first started out I had a really big issue and a lot of my loved ones had a really big issue with the fact that I was totally in pain up there and there was a time when I tried to hurt myself off stage, but I got over that. Like, you should never want to hurt yourself. You should love yourself. Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself and become a new person and I think that that is going to be a lot of what the next record is about, not to plug it or anything. Like, it's going to talk about dying and coming back to become what you totally want to become. We are all becoming what we want to become.' - Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I give you a penalty for roughage!' - Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank: 'Has goldfinger ever seen any mooses?.'Mikey: 'That's not the plural of moose, it's moosi.'Gerard: 'Fuck off, it's meese.'&lt;br /&gt;Frank: 'Has Goldfinger ever seen a flock of meese advancing on him? It's a terrifying sight. They aren't small creatures. You would just run off like a firl or a boy. What does running like a girl mean anyway?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ashlee Simpson told me she had our CD.' - Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, I have a headache, really bad. I was in a gas station and there was a pot of coffee and I looked at it for about a minute and then my brother [motions at Gerard] got a coffee and he taunted me.' - Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What I Like about The Sims is that I don’t have a normal life at all, so I play this game where these people have these really boring, mundane lives. It’s fun. My Sims family is called the Cholly family. I don’t know why I picked that name; it’s kind of random. The teenage daughter is my favourite, because I just had her go through this Goth phase. She’s really kind of nerdy and she just became a concert violinist, which is pretty huge for the family. And she got into private school. But she started wearing black lipstick and she dyed her hair purple. It’s pretty huge.' - Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We’re really greedy about the electricity in our iPods. We hoard it. We’re like, ‘Yo, I’m only on half a fuck battery and I have a plane ride!' - Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't want to say anything. I liked Star Wars when I was ten.' - Gerard on what he was like when he was ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I like popsicles.' - Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Asshole. I was such an asshole! Uhhh Delinquent. I was told I was too intelligent for my own good but I don't know about that. I didn't like authority and this was at ten!' - Frank on what he was like when he was ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Karate.' - what Gerard would do if he was forced to do something in drag&lt;br /&gt;"We can duct tape my knee, I don't care" Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the master of the wicket!"- Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I went to school in drag, in art school and my day was completely different because everybody thought I was a chick. You should see me as a chick. So I went as a girl, as like an experiment and it worked really well and everyone was really nice to me but I couldn't talk obviously...you know train conductors were really cool to me on my commute...HA! I looked hot as a chick!' - Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Popsicles should be the new black and then everyone would have one.' - Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's me and Gerard on the porch, talking about how Gerard isn't cool!" Mikey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your band mates is most likely to accidentally stick a fork in a toaster?Frank: Mikey.And who would yell 'Hey! It's still plugged in!'?Mikey: That would be me.Gerard: I would definitely be the one yelling. I think we're all very protective of Mikey for things like sticking forks in toasters.Frank: It's funny because when we were recording, me and Mikey lived together and I would go to Gerard after and be like, "I can't believe he did this today."Mikey: Yeah, I would leave the tea on overnight.Frank: God forbid that kid ever lives alone!Gerard: He had to promise he would watch him because he likes to do this thing where he'll take a heater into the shower and plug it in...Frank: Oh god!Gerard: ...and there's water everywhere!Mikey: I did that one time...Gerard: What about the times with the radio?&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: ...and I was pretty warm when I did it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'look at me, with my pretty bracelet and tiara...im a fuckin' princess!'--gerard way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacksonville.. you've been very bad! So we're gonna slap the shit out of you!"-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cigarettes and coffee: an alcoholic's best friend!" - Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's not much to do at that point!" Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were not a festival band, playing during the day was something we had to get over, I was like uhh this sun stuff kind of sucks" Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had the top of my lip torn off, I don't even have that little piece of flesh that connects my gums anymore" Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Jersey mentality is: I work, I drink, I stay up all night, I try to meet a girl, it's a waste of time " Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just rolled up the window, I couldn't think of anything else to do, phew I'm safe from the .375 gun now that I've rolled up the fucking window" Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IM THE COW BOY OF AMERICA!"-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARRRRGH!! The romance got tested fer the scurvey they did, and got drunk off Cap'n Morgan.....arrrgh" Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't imagine any other bands having better kids than ours, and if they do at least I know our kids can beat up their kids." Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance LOVES Seattle-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;Everyone spit on this motherfucker-GErard Way&lt;br /&gt;Everyone say fuck you-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;Everyone flip me off!-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;I hope youre all having a fucking good time!-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;Hey you see these sexy security gaurds, yes very sexy security guards well during this next song fucking get up right to them and push them over!!!-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;It's this motherfucker birthday!-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;Were fucking happy to be back in fucking Seattle!!-Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People even though Mikey does stupid shit that doesn't mean you can, please don't stick forks in toasters or take heaters in to the shower, thanks! I guess this means i car about all you MCR fans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111271836699833462?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111271836699833462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111271836699833462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111271836699833462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111271836699833462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-like-so-so-so-happy.html' title='Im like so so so happy!!!'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9895144.post-111265895493705290</id><published>2005-04-04T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:55:54.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>04/04/05</title><content type='html'>Hoy se supone que los colegios privados empezaban clases,pero mi colegio decidio entrar el 11 de abril... con los fiscales!Segun yo, hoy me iba a levantar temprano como a las 7 para irme acostumbrandoa despertarme temprano. Me termine despertando a las 9 jajajaja...Cuando me desperte pense en la gente que estaba en clases mientras yop y mis "queridos" compañeros del cole no... jajaja. También estaba pensandoen aquellas personas quienes no sabian que entrabamos una semana después.Hubiera sido chistoso ir al cole y que los guardias te digan que no hay clases hasta después de una semana jajaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy seguí mi itinerario de todos los días, en otras palabras desayune, a las 9 prendi la tele para ver The Asshlee Simpson Show, a las 9:30 cambie a Warner Channel paraver Gilmore Girls y para terminar a las 10:30 prendí la compu y me conecte...Fue una mañana muy productiva ya que hice una presentacion de MCR en powerpoint...se nota que no tengo nada mejor que hacer... Deberia leer los cuentos latinoamericanospero es tan aburrido ese libro! No quiero leer, pero tengo q leer!Cuando me conecte estaban algunas personas conectadas pero no le escribi a ninguno!Si la gente kiere chatear conmigo que me escriban! ya me harte de estarles escribiendopara que no me tomen en cuenta! Después de quince minutos se conecto Aldo y Dippie!! Y me puse a chatear!! yeahy! jajajaDe ahi Jamie me escribio y nos pusimos a chatear y después a discutir todo por un simple comentario que hice! no me parece! fue su culpa!!! Bueno total termine ganando! jajaajacomo siempre!! El se termino disculpando, total todo era su culpa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno creo que eso es todo hasta ahora amigos!!chau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9895144-111265895493705290?l=ana4425.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/feeds/111265895493705290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9895144&amp;postID=111265895493705290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111265895493705290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9895144/posts/default/111265895493705290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4425.blogspot.com/2005/04/040405.html' title='04/04/05'/><author><name>·!¦[·Ana·]¦!·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12847108675135715206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
