<?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-5246609</id><updated>2011-04-21T09:37:29.347-10:00</updated><title type='text'>oh la la</title><subtitle type='html'>are you realy going to read this? i think not. and if you are, you should give yourself a pat on te back back or where ever you feel like it. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-114314719187604151</id><published>2006-03-23T10:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:53:11.886-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my grandpa...my great grandpa who almost made it to 90 years on this earth....deticating 65 years to be with my gorgeous great grandma...who i can only remember in little glimpses...is waiting to die.i hate that i cant be there. i cant be there for my mom who is struggling with everything. i cant be there to say good bye to him or anyone else. its not fair that i dont get to say goodbye. it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/114314719187604151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/114314719187604151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114314719187604151' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-113471703440480924</id><published>2005-12-15T20:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:17:28.773-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you scare me and you know it. and you cant help it and i cant help you and the only thing i want to dois call himbecause he scares me more and is so addictingi love his every limband he always leaves meand even though i know he will be back i am still left shattered more than beforei let him feel through me like im someone else that i dont even knowand then i feel like a whorebut i still love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113471703440480924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113471703440480924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113471703440480924' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-113428378134163678</id><published>2005-12-10T20:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:49:41.353-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont want to be that girland i always say how im going to stop being that girlbut i know that if my parents werent homethat i would still be that girlthe girl that you call when you are bored and horny and have nothing better to do and you need someone to be with and then since i am nice to look at and sometimes i give you what you want, im one of the first numbers you call.also because im just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113428378134163678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113428378134163678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113428378134163678' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-113367349440592725</id><published>2005-12-03T19:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T19:18:14.416-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are gorgeous. you really are. i might be in denial about you but i know deep down that you would take care of me. you would meet my dad and step mom and they would think you are a cook guy and i would meet your mom and dad and i dont know what they would think of me. and then all our friends will sigh because they knew it was  coming and we will be happy and i will have you and you will have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113367349440592725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113367349440592725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113367349440592725' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-113297695346801275</id><published>2005-11-25T17:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:49:13.480-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its frustrating. everything falling apart and lately i dont really even care. i just want it to happen already so that i can move on and get my new start. im so close to telling my dad to just find a house somewhere else where i can switch schools and i dont have to deal with this shit anymore. its really just stupid. the only people i care about are the ones that i am probably hurting the most. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113297695346801275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113297695346801275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113297695346801275' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-113178522402026709</id><published>2005-11-11T22:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:47:04.036-10:00</updated><title type='text'>its harder now</title><summary type='text'>im bringing back my blog because i can and because i end up typing out so much stuff that no one should ever have to read.my last post kind of brings me to this one. may.in may i had a hope with matt. i had a nice hope. i ruined it.he messed with me and i let him and now hes going to winterball with that one girl ashley and that sucks but oh well. maybe after time we can be chill like maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113178522402026709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/113178522402026709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113178522402026709' title='its harder now'/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111678768876453654</id><published>2005-05-22T08:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T08:48:08.780-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh mani had a fucking GREAT night.cept now im grounded.cept im fighting with a friendcept all my friends think im a whorecept only kristen doesnt think i amcept i just might be one but only one person knows this and it wont get aroundcept if it does then...whatevercept i think i have lost threefriends nowcept they dont even matter because they cant keep secrets anywayscept i dont even carebecause</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111678768876453654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111678768876453654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111678768876453654' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111628344159354174</id><published>2005-05-16T12:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T12:44:01.600-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our last chance to be best friends-brittney got 15 roses from ross because he felt bad that her birthday was bad and that he wasnt there to make it better because he didnt know who she was in january and that he would love her now-tanya asked james out because he was being a loser and wouldnt ask her and he said yes...which means tanya will be wearing the pants in the relationship and that james </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111628344159354174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111628344159354174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111628344159354174' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111578757458769914</id><published>2005-05-10T18:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:59:34.670-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what the fuck is that suppose to be?blah. i havent really posted anything lately and thats because of my new love for stupid myspaces. i like them because they make me feel loved when i go on a comment spree and get tons of comments and i look like a comment whore but its nice. how pathetic.*kristen got dumped by david...shes paranoid that he loves me and is going to start calling me up...haha...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111578757458769914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111578757458769914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111578757458769914' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111554242688400340</id><published>2005-05-07T22:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:53:47.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to get over myself.i mean i kind of have a right to be mad.krsiten and i made a pact to not date david because we both wanted to be all three friends.but he didnt know that.so i cant be mad at him and i cant be mad at her because she really likes him and shes lonely and she wants a boyfriend and david would be cool.but im still way jealous.and i dont even like david in that way because hes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111554242688400340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111554242688400340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111554242688400340' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111536904200376494</id><published>2005-05-05T22:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:44:02.156-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah.we went to the park with sean and alika and it was silly. we were just suppose to be watching them play football and wow it turned into a whole lot more. so kristen and i were sitting with david and markees (they werent playing because they didnt want to get their clothes dirty) and so we started playing with matches. we burned tons of paper and david was trying to inhale the smoke. he just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111536904200376494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111536904200376494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111536904200376494' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111155738357294789</id><published>2005-03-22T19:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T19:56:23.573-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what could make someone NOT want to go to the beachA. being squished in a small civic with three junior boys, one senior chic, and 90 pound ivana and meB. two boys named randy and bird that you are touching WAY TOO much for WAY TOO long because somebody thought it would be ok to put four people in the back seat.....whistle and say "damn that chics boobs were CHOKE"  everytime you pass a girl or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111155738357294789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111155738357294789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111155738357294789' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111130162713436377</id><published>2005-03-19T20:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:53:47.136-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate your stinking guts! you're scum between my toes!who the hell has the best luck in the world to actually get sick withing 24 hours of spring break? its me its me! gosh. i feel like crap but last nite i had tons of fun watching the ring2 and then calling jon and almost making him ride his bike all the way up to hang out with us on a bench hitting on 10 year olds on blue moutian bikes because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111130162713436377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111130162713436377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111130162713436377' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111087091155307082</id><published>2005-03-14T20:59:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:15:11.556-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wows. im so super tired. i havent slept in my own bed since...thursday! wow. i wanna go see ROBOTS since my famila went to see it when i was MIA on saturday. so now i have sworn my revenge (only to sean because he is the only person who ever listens to me anymore because i am crazy) and now i have to find somebody that will go see it with my on tuesday or thursday or something like that. plus i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111087091155307082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111087091155307082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111087091155307082' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111043443535900644</id><published>2005-03-09T19:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:00:35.360-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heck yeswell today...um...nothing happened. im gunna join floyeds 2 am club but i dont think he will stay in it will all the deoderant fights with berry and the oldies hes been dancing too. oh well. jon and mark the two most annoying boys in the world when you are trying to listen to a INTERESTING movie about light waves! but i'll get jon back. oh i will.and then civics was BLAH. and algebra was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111043443535900644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111043443535900644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111043443535900644' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111017249596713799</id><published>2005-03-06T19:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:14:55.970-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smile like you mean itso whats the deal with people wanting to be friends after they break up? i think the only way that actually works is when both people agree on the break up and if they just think of each other like friends. it never works when one person dumps the other person and the other one still wants to get back together and they are desperatly trying to make it work for the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111017249596713799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111017249596713799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111017249596713799' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-111007941234848908</id><published>2005-03-05T17:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:23:32.353-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are my only one!!!its like whoa. i dont know. things are going crazy. but i dunno. i decided that i really needed to type. i havent done anything today. sean was going to come over and he was going to show to me how friday night lights is such a good movie but comsidering everything i dont really think he will be over anytime soon. so i woke up and ate food and then sat down and found project</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111007941234848908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/111007941234848908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#111007941234848908' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110983156839859449</id><published>2005-03-02T20:21:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:32:48.400-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um....well....im just going to go through my week because i dont want to go through it in paragraphs. im sick of freakin paragraphs.saturday- went shopping with bryanne which was cool because i havent seen her in FOREVER....well like a few months...but still. then i went to kristens and spent the night where we called jon and brandon and talked to them for four hours! i mean i talked to jon for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110983156839859449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110983156839859449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110983156839859449' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110957200174105243</id><published>2005-02-27T20:23:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T20:26:41.743-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so stupid. agh. boys are silly. and i am a tease. i think thats the way it will always be. why does anybody ever put up with me? the only time i have ever stayed with a guy was when i was in constant worry that he was going to dump me at any second. but heres sean who is such a sweet guy and he wants to take it slow with me and he doesnt want to hurt me and he wants to be with me all the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110957200174105243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110957200174105243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110957200174105243' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110887906850865340</id><published>2005-02-19T19:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:57:48.510-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh gosh i am nervous. i am going crazy. i want to sleep but then i want to stay up all night and wait by my phone. how pathetic. i wrote a few posts last night and today but somehow i managed to screw that up as well. oh gosh. i dont know what is wrong with me and maybe if i did then i could fix it but argh! boys are so stupid. stupid and useless. i dont know what to do tomorrow. i promised to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110887906850865340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110887906850865340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110887906850865340' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110819045075560528</id><published>2005-02-11T20:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:40:50.756-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm....got a ride to school from crazy 18 year old. almost got gum in my hair. finally got a locker. beat tanyas sorry ass in badmittion. remembered my lit book but forgot my lit homework. pissed big loud mouth girl and stupidly loud girl talked crap to kristen. kristen told me. i laughed and told sean. we went on a field trip to longs to get cough drops for some silly boy i dont know but sean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110819045075560528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110819045075560528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110819045075560528' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110792154409110519</id><published>2005-02-08T17:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:59:04.090-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three evilsreasons that living in hawaii sucks-1. its rains all the freakin time! it will be sunning and nice and five        minutes later it is pouring down rain!    2. everybody assumes that all you do is surf the waves and go back to your hut. you must be freakin kidding me if you think im going to get my white ass on i piece of fiberglass and go try to balance on it in 20 foot waves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110792154409110519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110792154409110519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110792154409110519' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110783625114020919</id><published>2005-02-07T17:59:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:17:31.140-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wowowowowowso...they want to cancel spongebob. i mean i think i saw it coming. i've never really liked the show to begin with...stupid talking sponge...not really my cup of tea you know? but i am still kind of weirded out because they want to cancel it because it is "making kids gay"? what the hell? yeah because some talking sponge who giggles is going to make my brother gay and the whole world</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110783625114020919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110783625114020919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110783625114020919' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110749309012785560</id><published>2005-02-03T18:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:58:10.126-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mentos make my world go round all i want is a goddamn overpriced iced coffee and a big cookie and i cant even get that. and i want somebody to talk to that wont tell me about his naked flying dreams. urgh! other than that i am wondering why they wouldnt put me to sleep when they pulled my teeth. of course they were baby teeth and at 14 i should be able to handle someone yanking out my teeth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110749309012785560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110749309012785560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110749309012785560' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110739615897136683</id><published>2005-02-02T16:01:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:02:57.316-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer Wheatley(Please rate my quiz)Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110739615897136683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110739615897136683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110739615897136683' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110739613778227342</id><published>2005-02-02T16:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:02:17.783-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer Wheatley(Please rate my quiz) Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you? brought to you by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110739613778227342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110739613778227342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110739613778227342' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110739547857476103</id><published>2005-02-02T15:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:51:18.573-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a really good idea to blog something in advisory but then floyed started talking about kicking people and i was laughing so hard i have totally forgot about it. i dont really know why i even update this. none of my friends out here know about this and everybody back and cali has long since forgotten me except the very few who still send me emails like amanda and karen. my true devoted fans.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110739547857476103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110739547857476103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110739547857476103' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110711915753343773</id><published>2005-01-30T10:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T11:05:57.533-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i heart mac and cheesehmm...i woke this morning only to find out that my stereo was on and playing taking back sunday, which only set off my day. i wanted to get up but i really couldnt. nothing was going to get me out of my bed. so i sat there for an hour listening to the same song (cute without and e-acoustic) until jerod knocked on my door and i told him to come in but then i remmebered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110711915753343773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110711915753343773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110711915753343773' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110661632035712803</id><published>2005-01-24T15:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:25:20.373-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got no motivation/no inspirtations/ i lost it so long agoim sick. im not like coughing and sneezing sick. im exashuted on the inside sick. it seems like torture to get out of my bed. i havent ate in awhile becuase i just dont have the evergy to get up and find food out of the jungle of food we dont eat like the three boxes of mini wheat cereal or the three jars of applesauce or ten thousand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110661632035712803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110661632035712803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110661632035712803' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110638743364425124</id><published>2005-01-21T23:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:50:33.643-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pink girl reporting from the gym floor-literallyi made friends with the gothic kids! well...there i was...not dressed out on my pe clothes and sitting on the floor beccause thats what you do when you dont dress out. and then ian..."the openly gay gothic guy" and then benji "boyfriend of the girl we think is secretly pregnant with justine the strippers baby" and then i was talking about how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110638743364425124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110638743364425124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110638743364425124' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110585747943491005</id><published>2005-01-15T20:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T20:37:59.436-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hit me with your cheap shot    i dont know. i think i am getting sick. i've been grumpy and depressed and another three day weekend is not what i need. i need to go to school even if i have to look at stupid bj and his stupid head that he had the word "sexy" cut in the back of. he is so ghetto.        i went to brits house becuase of her birthday. i think she liked the nirvana box set. at this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110585747943491005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110585747943491005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110585747943491005' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110558890739097261</id><published>2005-01-12T17:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:01:47.390-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i won at spanish Jeporday! i got 8 extra credit points for my test tomorrow! i am so glad that she moved me next to the loud sophmore guys becuase Ray and Derek and Dallan spoke up and so i felt like it was ok for me to too. i got second to Dallan but not everybody can be as smart as him...plus he cheated. its ok. then 2nd period was blah but wa=hat can you expect? and recess was cool. and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110558890739097261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110558890739097261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110558890739097261' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110524202648269320</id><published>2005-01-08T17:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:42:31.110-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the test, by Emily.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110524202648269320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110524202648269320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110524202648269320' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110524186388864565</id><published>2005-01-08T17:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:38:47.323-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110524186388864565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110524186388864565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110524186388864565' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110513528281762486</id><published>2005-01-07T11:50:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:01:22.816-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no hickey in sight...how sadum...ive been very bored lately. i bought a few cds and listened to them over and over again and probably pissed andy off to the point of no return. of course he mom still loves me. we went bowling with his family yesterday but i brought ivana because it would be weird without here. she lives at my house anyway. andy couldnt bring his friends becuase he got in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110513528281762486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110513528281762486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110513528281762486' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110454161689538255</id><published>2004-12-31T14:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:08:44.353-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new year is about to begin. bummer. i am not that excited though. its been disapointment after disappointment. i mean in 2000 we were suppose to be wearing spacesuits and be flying spaceship things and then the world was suppose to end and we were suppose to never have Tv again. but it didnt happen. then in 2001 i was still waiting for the spacecrafts.bummer. then in 2002 i made this whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110454161689538255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110454161689538255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110454161689538255' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110427508017465340</id><published>2004-12-28T13:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:04:40.173-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am too pretty for prison i have realized. im not saying that i am super gorgeous or anything becuase thats obviously not true, but im not ugly. if i went to prison i would die. i dont do drugs. i dont have any cool tattoos except for the spongebob one that my brother gave me from the ceral box and that should be gone in 6-8 days. i dont have anything but my ears pierced and they are only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110427508017465340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110427508017465340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110427508017465340' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110411483696427772</id><published>2004-12-26T16:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T16:33:56.963-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy day of gift returns!christmas was ok. my dad  and jerod and i went to the UH football game and it wasnt as good as last year with the big fight but it was ok. we ended up walking all the way across the stadium to hang out with these guys that work for my dad. one was named josh and he was only 20 and had his tongue pierced and he was nice but my dad didnt really know him that well and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110411483696427772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110411483696427772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110411483696427772' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110377061267241621</id><published>2004-12-22T16:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T16:56:52.673-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont have skillsi really am in the mood to be typing so stay with me becuase this is going to be a long one. well sunday was my officailly the end of my first year here. yep. i can just remember my last day of school and everybody lined up to hug me and i was crying. wow. and i had to carry those barbies and all that other stuff around, which is no sprawled across the room where i have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110377061267241621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110377061267241621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110377061267241621' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110352056101168029</id><published>2004-12-19T19:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T19:29:21.010-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>super duper troper so i sprained my ankle but i have the best story to tell about it. i got to go to surf fest and see rise against and the vandals and yellowcard and new found glory and i was like ten feet away from the stage and then when yellowcard got to life of a salesman (which is the same song that amanda and i almost died in) this big guy that already jumped on my shoulder and bruised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110352056101168029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110352056101168029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110352056101168029' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110315970256385214</id><published>2004-12-15T15:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:15:02.563-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>look! a cool game! this ones for you manda!http://http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com/games/throwrocks.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110315970256385214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110315970256385214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110315970256385214' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110309541945033616</id><published>2004-12-14T21:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T21:23:39.450-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate when you are just glancing around out of boredom and you see somebody who is also glancing around and then you catch their eye and its awkward becuase you dont know if that person was meaning to look at you or if they just glanced around and saw you. i hate when i see someone talking and then they look up and look at you and its the same thing. you dont know if they are talking about you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110309541945033616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110309541945033616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110309541945033616' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110299372192875399</id><published>2004-12-13T17:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:08:41.926-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taco cassaroleok so today. wow. all i have to say is wow. man do i lead a sucky life.  instead of being the one writing my number on a guys hand, no, i was writing jackies number on justins hand. yes. and then insteaad of me being the one with all the emtional crap...i get to be the person to talk to other person out of cutting herself....while i was in the dentist office. man do i suck. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110299372192875399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110299372192875399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110299372192875399' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110281900213841882</id><published>2004-12-11T16:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T16:36:42.136-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to be like barbie!i leanred today from sitting on my ass and watching tv that the best way to pick up a eating disorder and become mentally broke down and depressed and lose every ounce of self confidence that i have got over the past few years that i should move to new york and try to be a model. yes. i watched a marathon of americas next top model on vh1 and just watching those skinny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110281900213841882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110281900213841882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110281900213841882' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110279844528650725</id><published>2004-12-11T10:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T10:54:05.286-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>buy it on e-bay- a lot less bruises and you can get anything!so now the secret not so secret christmas shopping begins at my house. round one-i was out for three hours at the freakin Toys-r-us with jean to get him toys. that place is crazy and they should not let middle aged shopping woman use those carts becuase when they run into you, they bruise. three hours at a toy store is crazy. my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110279844528650725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110279844528650725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110279844528650725' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110256903178370188</id><published>2004-12-08T19:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:10:31.783-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and the winner is....my dad came home. even though i was pissed that i didnt get to go pick him up and miss school i finally got over it. i didnt tell jean or my dad any of this because they would say that i was being stupid. so i let it go. then we went out to eat. then we went to stores becuase my shoes finally broke and i am in dire need of new shoes. i sat in the store for over an hour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110256903178370188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110256903178370188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110256903178370188' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110247507289730328</id><published>2004-12-07T16:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:04:32.896-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dad didnt come home today like they promised. he doesnt know when he will be back...if they even let him come back. i hate the navy. i dont know how many times in the past two years that i have wrote that on this blog but i know that its been a LOT.  i hate the fucking navy.              today was slow. i woke up ten minutes before the bell rang and i had to rush to school...missing the bus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110247507289730328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110247507289730328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110247507289730328' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110221181497909187</id><published>2004-12-04T15:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T15:56:54.980-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"girl dies from ten piece scooby doo puzzle"parents always want their children to be smart or something so they make them listen to classical music and make them do puzzles. well, jean bought jerod a bunch of puzzles. puzzles make little kids smart but what they dont tell you is that they are hazardous to the older siblings. the stupid puzzles keep sliding on the wood floor and i have tripped on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110221181497909187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110221181497909187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110221181497909187' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110197441653309838</id><published>2004-12-01T21:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:00:16.533-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>theoretically- EMOi made the stupidest discovery today. i was daydreaming because i was forced to go to some stupid biology thing... and it decided that if i accidnetly get pregnant and i dont realize it until my third trimester, when its way to late for the morning after pill, and i go into labor, where its too late to kill myself, and the child comes out as a girl i will name her emma marie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110197441653309838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110197441653309838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110197441653309838' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110177870826109505</id><published>2004-11-29T15:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T15:38:28.273-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stuck between the bread and the cheese and the meat; middle mani hate people who get in the middle of things. you know, like when you are having a fight and then the other person who has nothing to do with it get into the middle of it.  i have to say that i hate myself now. when i was walking home, even though i could have got a ride with Jen, i decided to walk, ok so i was so close to home, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110177870826109505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110177870826109505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110177870826109505' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110169372150360808</id><published>2004-11-28T15:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:02:01.503-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for pete's sake!i've been listening to yellowcard a lot. i dont know why. i cant find my new one though so im just listening to one or the kids which is the better one anyway. i am so stoked to go to the concert though. i think its just the fact that i will be going to a concert because i dont really like new found glory or the vandals that much anymore and yellowcard is wearing off. im still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110169372150360808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110169372150360808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110169372150360808' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110091826413481698</id><published>2004-11-19T16:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:37:44.133-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the adventures of the cool club ok so i only have 30 minutes of having nothing better to do so lets see what i can waste here. so, since i have decided that brian is a jerk and i dont want anything to do with him, i had to make a new friend in algebra and i sorta did that. well, i have friends in algebra but i didnt choose them *cough*alika*cough but whatever. so his name his sean and all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110091826413481698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110091826413481698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110091826413481698' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110030550058807055</id><published>2004-11-12T14:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:25:00.586-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the end of my happy streak. nothing big happened though. it was just so freakin boring. so slow. and now i am so bummed because i have to watch jerod. so far i havent complained but when her jobs runs on to my friday. i can do tuseday. i can do thursday. but friday is too much. i cant take him to he movies. i cant take him to get my nails done. i cant take him anywhere. hes just 30pounds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110030550058807055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110030550058807055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110030550058807055' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110021875955877598</id><published>2004-11-11T14:10:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T14:19:19.556-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant help but think that something really horrible is going to happen. its like anytime something great happens or everything just seems to being too easy, then something comes and drops me from cloud nine, but thats usually when something really BIG happens so im just waiting for that. maybe its the pesimist in me. i cant ever just be happy with what is going on because i know that there is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110021875955877598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110021875955877598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110021875955877598' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-110013525014660463</id><published>2004-11-10T14:54:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:07:30.146-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moutain dew is the drink of the Godstoday was so weird. it wasnt a good day exactly because i am failing science and i had to go to the ortho place and now my jaw hurts just it was still good. when i was getting my bands changed i started thinking about how its a miricle that i havent caught any colds or anything, but i might after today. see, this is the story about my moutian dew. it started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110013525014660463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/110013525014660463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110013525014660463' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109978456540196813</id><published>2004-11-06T13:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T13:42:45.400-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have realized that when its gets super late, i turn into a totally different person. i am either cranky, weird (amanda knows about that one), or just not myself. last night jean got lost while trying to pick me up when at was at brits house in waikiki and i was there until 12. i got super mad at everyone and wanted to scream because i was so tried. i think i was really rude to her, but in that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109978456540196813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109978456540196813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109978456540196813' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109961612691222460</id><published>2004-11-04T14:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:55:26.913-10:00</updated><title type='text'>http://hieverythingsgreat.com</title><summary type='text'>hi...go here :http://www.hieverythingsgreat.com/home.htmloh and here- http://www.rivercityhigh.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109961612691222460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109961612691222460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109961612691222460' title='http://hieverythingsgreat.com'/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109961599772610256</id><published>2004-11-04T14:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:53:17.726-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109961599772610256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109961599772610256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109961599772610256' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109961592689482399</id><published>2004-11-04T14:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T14:52:06.893-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. just as i decided that brian is a really stupid jerk he has to go and look at me and talk to me all through class. he is a jerk though.hmm...you know when you get that scary feeling that life just isnt long enough? i dont know, maybe its just me. i've felt like that last night and i couldnt go to sleep at all. i got a total of three hours of sleep last night because my brain wouldnt turn off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109961592689482399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109961592689482399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109961592689482399' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109942627079455127</id><published>2004-11-02T10:01:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:11:10.796-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vote or eat a sandwhich!i cant vote. nobody from my school can vote. but i get today off? yep, no school for me, even though i cant really do anything today. i shouldnt be complaining about not having to go to school but i think its a bit stupid. i wish i could vote. i mean, its cool and everybody is saying that this is the most important election of our lifetime, and its not fair that i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109942627079455127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109942627079455127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109942627079455127' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109942626075012667</id><published>2004-11-02T10:01:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:11:00.750-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vote or eat a sandwhich!i cant vote. nobody from my school can vote. but i get today off? yep, no school for me, even though i cant really do anything today. i shouldnt be complaining about not having to go to school but i think its a bit stupid. i wish i could vote. i mean, its cool and everybody is saying that this is the most important election of our lifetime, and its not fair that i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109942626075012667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109942626075012667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109942626075012667' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109942625279050004</id><published>2004-11-02T10:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:10:52.790-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vote or eat a sandwhich!i cant vote. nobody from my school can vote. but i get today off? yep, no school for me, even though i cant really do anything today. i shouldnt be complaining about not having to go to school but i think its a bit stupid. i wish i could vote. i mean, its cool and everybody is saying that this is the most important election of our lifetime, and its not fair that i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109942625279050004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109942625279050004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109942625279050004' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109926852494195216</id><published>2004-10-31T14:20:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:22:04.943-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its raining like crazy. i think i am going to drown. the rock is going under! ahhh! the thunder is so scary. jerod and i went upstairs to his room and watched dvd's because we are super scared. the thunder is so loud. i want my daddy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109926852494195216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109926852494195216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109926852494195216' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109920327376771170</id><published>2004-10-30T20:05:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T20:14:33.766-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brittany, you like a whopie cushion!so we had our fall fair at school and it was awesome. they had food. they had jamba juice. they had food. they had hot guys dressed as girls and they had ugly guys dressed like girls. it was all good. brian dressed up and he was a....whopie cushion. a big pink one. and he told me that he wasnt wearing anything under it but i could so see his football shorts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109920327376771170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109920327376771170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109920327376771170' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109856410187865152</id><published>2004-10-23T10:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T10:41:41.876-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>built for speedi just got finished writing a long, heartfelt post, but then the phone rang and i got cut off the internet. i hate when that happens. well, i dont feel like writing all of that stuff again. so, how has everybody been? i've been good. all last week was cool, even though everything started to fall apart in the middle. i think it was the good stuff at the beginning that made it ok. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109856410187865152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109856410187865152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109856410187865152' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109833003094722531</id><published>2004-10-20T17:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:40:30.946-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strawberry nirvanahow come everytime everything seems to be better then ever, it goes right back down to it crapiness that it is. how come, you have like a great...no, a fantastic day and then the next day everything that was going right, just falls to pieces. the perfect world that you thought had finally come to peace, just flips back over. i hate it. i know that if you didnt have bad days, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109833003094722531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109833003094722531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109833003094722531' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109823638340664246</id><published>2004-10-19T15:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:39:43.406-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy goodness for all! guess what just happened to me? its the best thing that could ever happen to me out here besides something corporate coming out here or a hot guy going out with me, so its the third best thing that could happen and its so awesome. i am so happy i cannot even tell you how happy i am. you cannot put this happiness into words besides way happier then normal  happy. o man. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109823638340664246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109823638340664246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109823638340664246' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109797098560390405</id><published>2004-10-16T13:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T13:56:25.603-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw shark tale with my family. i dont think it was a good movie and i think that its finding nemo gone hollywood. all of these celebraties saw how popular finding nemo was and they thought that they could just copy that and make money off of it. too bad. i dont like it. it had its moments, but after awhile it just got too stupid for me. even jerod didnt like it, and thats saying a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109797098560390405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109797098560390405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109797098560390405' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109781455487288012</id><published>2004-10-14T18:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T18:29:14.873-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we turn our music down/we whisper, were sitting in the ground/ we whispero-man. this week has flew by but somehow when i look back, it shouldnt have because i dont know. we had no school on monday which was awesome. on tuesday, we all got back togather after a whole week off and nothing was different. on wednesday, tanya-bryanne-ivana and i went to go see Ladder49, and when the movie ended, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109781455487288012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109781455487288012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109781455487288012' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109720032624593299</id><published>2004-10-07T15:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T15:52:06.246-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to save you/ i need you/ save me too/ i want to save you/ objectives for today-1. boys are stupid- especially sucky jv football players2. i need to stop being so anti-social because im starting to think that it isnt a very good quality and you should want to go shopping with your friends and talk to them on the phone but i find them extremly annoying and i dont pick up my phone when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109720032624593299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109720032624593299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109720032624593299' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109683893741738075</id><published>2004-10-03T11:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T11:28:57.416-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mr.hydemy grandma is going to be here in a few hours. my room is spotless and you can barely tell that i live in it. friday wasnt a good day. it would have been if sixth period never happened, cuz algebra was awesome. mr.n let us do whatever for the entire period so i played games on my phone. then brian came up and he took my phone and bowled. he let me see his ghetto watch. but then the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109683893741738075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109683893741738075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109683893741738075' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109634571504125010</id><published>2004-09-27T18:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:28:35.043-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you crackhead"- said by the great kristen malari after i sneezed in her soda and also when i didnt dress outok so i was watching the news ( i know i know, what a shock, but it was only because it was after oprah and i couldnt find the remote) and they had this horrific story. this dirty perverted boy stuck his camra phone under a stall in the girls bathroom and actually took a picture of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109634571504125010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109634571504125010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109634571504125010' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109591614956963644</id><published>2004-09-22T18:55:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T19:09:09.570-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>surfin the crimson wavetoday was blah. the jamba juice and starbucks just opened across the street for the highschool and if someone gave a penny everytime someone mentioned jamba or a frap i would be one rich bitch. too bad nobody will give me money. kristen owes me like a million dollars because she owes me a quarter everytime she cusses. its ok though cuz i always promise to go to her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109591614956963644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109591614956963644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109591614956963644' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109583258029854973</id><published>2004-09-21T19:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T19:56:20.296-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>daddy....daddy wasnt there to take my to the fair....in algebra i was helping/giving answers to micha and mike because brian wasnt there. i knew that he was at school because i saw him that morning. then, with ten minutes left of the period he came walking in and it turns out that he went to burger king with his football friends. hes so adorable but still stupid. he tapped on my desk as he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109583258029854973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109583258029854973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109583258029854973' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109573863466848575</id><published>2004-09-20T17:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:50:34.666-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a foolok...so im not sure that i explained who patrick is. so...after school on wednesday i was wlaking the track for my missing p.e. points and so you have to sign in. brit and bryanne and i were walking and this hott guy was already signing in so we walked up to him and waited. bryanne said she already signed and and i got all stupid and was like...really, i really want to sign in and brit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109573863466848575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109573863466848575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109573863466848575' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109573815670384878</id><published>2004-09-20T17:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:42:36.703-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>her boyfriend/he dont know...anything/about her/hes too stoned-nitendo/i wish i could make her see/shes just the flavor of the weeknothing much has happened. i finally bought the american hi-fi cd because flavor of the week is always stuck in my head. i made kristen a dumped cd because she was all depressed because her boyfriend troy dumped her even though she knew he was going to dump her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109573815670384878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109573815670384878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109573815670384878' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109554728208076287</id><published>2004-09-18T13:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:41:22.080-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o-ya! heres alittle note....o.c. starts 16 days!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109554728208076287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109554728208076287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109554728208076287' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109554716475746042</id><published>2004-09-18T13:21:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:39:24.756-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> these are my new brit-pop superstar sunglasses.i felt so loved on friday. everybody noticed that i was gone and they were all yelling at me and telling me how alone they felt or how im not aloud to miss school again. it was so funny. kristen told me i was a evil bitch because she had to start flag football and i wasnt there to hate it with her. she also told me that i was a evil whore for not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109554716475746042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109554716475746042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109554716475746042' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109540642717725871</id><published>2004-09-16T21:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:33:47.176-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont call mei broke my phone! finally it has reached the number of times that i can drop it...actually its gone past that number. i dropped it off my couch and it wont turn on. jean is convinced that since her brother in law chris dropped his in the tolite and his still works then mine will too. we just have to wait a few days..she says. i think she says this because she doesnt know how many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109540642717725871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109540642717725871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109540642717725871' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109536876166893287</id><published>2004-09-16T10:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:06:01.670-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crazytown is a real place...in holland!!ok...so i didnt go to school today and so i was hanging out with my brother and watching tv with him. first we watched like three hours of scooby-doo and ate three bowls of some sugary ceral crap that he eats. then he started jumping around (probably from the sugar) and yelling out crazytown. then jean told me to turn the tv to nick and so i did and there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109536876166893287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109536876166893287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109536876166893287' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109512892362544976</id><published>2004-09-13T16:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:28:43.626-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hay en chica se illama brittany ok so...today. its monday. crazy monday always is crazy and boring at the same time. its bad though because i dont have algebra on mondays so i dont get to see brian. i see him but thats only in the morning when i somehow run into him and he says something to me. i didnt see him today. its ok though because its not like im in love with the guy. i was told about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109512892362544976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109512892362544976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109512892362544976' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109488656353768179</id><published>2004-09-10T20:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:09:23.536-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#88 is my new favorite numberboys are stupid. football playing boys are stupid. football playing boys name **** are stupid. i have disclosed his name because i feel like it. hes a loser. argh! um...well besides that little tease...what else has been going on with me...well...operation  make ben into a boy paused and probably cancelled because of a few things.1. ivana thinks that he is coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109488656353768179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109488656353768179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109488656353768179' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109410588255261703</id><published>2004-09-01T20:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:18:02.553-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but i should of thought of that before we kissed...i hope i hold a special place with the rest of themyeah so yep. um...i made a new friend named justin and he steals stuff, well not very good because he got caught and had to do community service and had to change to our school and be in my class and has now decided to harass me. yes but of course he thinks harass is a good thing. he walks with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109410588255261703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109410588255261703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109410588255261703' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109357063236280079</id><published>2004-08-26T15:29:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T15:37:12.363-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont feel happy today. maybe tomorrow. maybe not. i am not going to go on complaining about the many things wrong becuase i dont know what those would be. we will just have to see about tomorrow. i just wanted to prove that i am still alive. i have pictures of ivana and my house if anybody wants them just email me. or ask amanda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109357063236280079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109357063236280079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109357063236280079' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109298179200844038</id><published>2004-08-19T19:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T20:03:12.006-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gurgle! burp! i burpedwhat the hell is up with this wife swaping crap? fox has that show and now abc has one coming on. i mean, it kind of brings us back to the 70's except for the fact that when the men swaped their wives it was to sleep with them and then go home. see, and the new shows dont even give the men to use that chance. they have to live with the women and do what they say, but they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109298179200844038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109298179200844038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109298179200844038' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109272683916108357</id><published>2004-08-16T21:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:13:59.160-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the days are limitedwhat am i going to do? the days are ending and so is summerland and even road rules is almost over. i mean, how could the days just end the episode like that? cooper is going to get laid, an abortion, the car accident? and the little brother faking the attack so that his girlfriend could win the speech contest and then, the next episode, its ending?!! and on summerland, its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109272683916108357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109272683916108357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109272683916108357' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109247172342487545</id><published>2004-08-13T22:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:22:03.423-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dan the manits friday! yah! good job brittany! you have made it through yet another week of highschool, only like 100 more to go. good job. yes im giving myself a little pep talk but i need to. i informed ivana that she couldnt miss anymore school except for monday when everybody has A lunch, because i spent all today hanging out with her sister and all the seniors and i was sick of getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109247172342487545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109247172342487545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109247172342487545' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109236196586435149</id><published>2004-08-12T15:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:52:45.866-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im going to cut my hair. im not sure how, but its going away. im sick of it. i mite even die it because it wont make up its mind of what color it wants to be. my hospital shoes and dirty with the stupid red dirt. my black ones have a hole in the bottom so tey are sitting in a shoe box where they will rest in peace. forever. well, yeah. kegan is cute but he reminds me of brian graybeal. like i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109236196586435149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109236196586435149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109236196586435149' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109185510017272381</id><published>2004-08-06T18:55:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T19:05:00.173-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uno semana hacia abojoim all sweaty and stinky. its really gross. thomas is not so cute anymore. we are watching the micheal jackson movie on vh1 and its funnie. ahhh. im tired. i need to take a shower. i think im going to drop out of highschool and homeschool myself and then work at burger king part time...in wisconsin. i going to own a cow and name him jimmy. we had to do a snail lab in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109185510017272381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109185510017272381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109185510017272381' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109168889648240840</id><published>2004-08-04T20:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:54:56.483-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's rainingits pouringthe old man is snoringhe bumped his headand went to bedand couldnt get up in the morning....i always wandered who the old man was.... and i felt bad for him. i mean if i hit my head and i had a nasal problem that cuased me to snore, i dont think that i would like it if people sang a song about it. i would actually feel really sad. i talk in my sleep. more like mumble</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109168889648240840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109168889648240840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109168889648240840' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109159038968397690</id><published>2004-08-03T17:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:33:09.683-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mggnfd...take me out....fdgdasblahblah....take me out....thomas came to class. of course he didnt bring a notebook or a note saying why he didnt come to class. well...he brought a note but mr.topolinski yelled at him because he didnt get a readmit slip from the office and thomas slipped at said fuck. mr.tops wasnt happy. good thing i dont have to see him tomorrow. nikki was being a butthead and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109159038968397690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109159038968397690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159038968397690' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109151258727543121</id><published>2004-08-02T19:43:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:56:27.276-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thomas manningthomas didnt come to social studies. he stopped i the doorway but a friend called him over and so he didnt come back. some kid in my class said that he went to the wrong class but i think he just ditched. hes so cute. we had "communtiy circle" in science and we all had to share what made us happy. mr.pak is nice and all but im not so sure about the sharing. then the people that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109151258727543121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109151258727543121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109151258727543121' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109143235112002478</id><published>2004-08-01T21:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T21:57:28.803-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the days are my lifei dont know about anybody else but im crazy about the new show on abc. the days is such an awesome show. plus the guy who plays cooper is really cute. of course he plays a stoner, but its funny because hes family is crazy and you cant help but wonder if the creaters were high when they wrote this show. but having the mom and daughter be pregnant together and the father </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109143235112002478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109143235112002478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143235112002478' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109134930035118627</id><published>2004-07-31T22:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:35:00.350-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a big kid nowhighschool is evil.except the fun parts. like having keith in spanish because he got confused when she read the gingerbreadman in spanish and he got confused. and getting a good view of thomas in hawaiian history. and the death looks i get from alyessa/melissa because she doesnt like me. it was even more fun when ryan came up to me during recess and alyessa/melissa got mad. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109134930035118627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109134930035118627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109134930035118627' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109105795007942252</id><published>2004-07-28T13:35:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T13:39:10.080-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY  BIRTHDAY AMANDA!!! SOOOO SORRY I CANT BE THERE BUT I STILL HOPE ITS GREAT! love ya lots!!!!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109105795007942252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109105795007942252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109105795007942252' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109089473763882715</id><published>2004-07-26T16:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:18:57.636-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>down down down.....my bro is like hooked on the blink 182 song which i dont know where hes getting it from becuase i gave that cd to ivana because i dont listen to. its on the radio all the time though because blink is coming to play sometime in august...if travis doesnt break his foot...again. i hope he does because i would laugh because its what they get for coming out here.  we went major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109089473763882715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109089473763882715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109089473763882715' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109080682732618982</id><published>2004-07-25T15:43:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T15:53:47.326-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are you down with o.c.d. ?  i have cleaning issues. i cleaned mybathroom...twice because i thought dirt was still on my counter....i clean my room....moped the house...made cheesecake (well thats not cleaning but i dopnt usually make anything becuase i cant) i cleaned the dishes and put them in the dishwasher and ran the dishwasher...washed all my clothes and ironed...dusted the house..put my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109080682732618982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109080682732618982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109080682732618982' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109062123446222308</id><published>2004-07-23T12:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T12:20:34.463-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beep beep oye! i got to the house and its crazy. the little brat that fed our fish left fish food everywhere! i mean its upstairs on the stairs, in the bathroom, anywhere you can think of!!! she drowned the plants!! its crazy.  we had two bags of mail  that we had to pick up. and jerod had books from the library and now we have to find a way to pay for the $50 fee. its insane. now, while im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109062123446222308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109062123446222308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109062123446222308' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-109018245971582129</id><published>2004-07-18T10:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T10:27:39.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have an addiicted to the following since i hvae been locked up in this cave..:-cookies, but only mothers chocolate chip cookies- fanfiction, thanks a lot anthony...- tea, since jean took my cofffee away and  i need the caffine- music videos since i can get a hold of my cds-my screen name because sharon is always on and she entertains me-my brother because i taught him how to blow a bubble from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109018245971582129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/109018245971582129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyrocks.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109018245971582129' title=''/><author><name>brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12863026146411390244</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5246609.post-108992722770343829</id><published>2004-07-15T11:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T11:33:47.703-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vindicated ok so like i was reading my old posts. like i read the first post ever and it was funny. i was/am so weird. i read the ones from last summer and those were so retarded. with the weird dude that thought i was hott and was like....ewwe\ it was so weird today. we are watching videos and i have seen the all american rejects videos four times now. i use to listen to them all the time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/108992722770343829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5246609/posts/default/108992722770343829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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