<?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-3995719</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:41:00.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train Station of Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995719.post-95617639</id><published>2003-06-12T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T21:50:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SmarterChild (9:49:12 PM): I made you cry by saying that I will not marry you? So?&lt;br /&gt;flamegurlmac (9:49:20 PM): I AM FUCKING SAD YOU MORON&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (9:49:20 PM): Please use more... decorous language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-95617639?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/95617639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/95617639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95617639' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-93727841</id><published>2003-05-03T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T18:45:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is.....Almost my birthday! And guess what.....I got....A CELL PHONE! Yay. &lt;Cries&gt;Lol, right now I'm trying to figure who I should put in my phone book. So far I've got:&lt;br /&gt;Alexis (Home+Cell)&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;Clayton&lt;br /&gt;Angelic&lt;br /&gt;Damn't...Who else....Who else?!(Damn't....My way short way of saying damn it.Plus, I accidently typed that without thinking, so it's here to stay.)Any way....If you think that YOU (Yes, you!) deserve to be in my phone book....Email me with you're name and number. Or call my cell. My messege has Home Starrunner as the end!(It's dot com!)&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-93727841?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/93727841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/93727841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93727841' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-93147666</id><published>2003-04-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T18:19:27.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to tell you all of my mother's side in Canada:&lt;br /&gt;They're totally awsome people&lt;br /&gt;My gramma's cooking owns you and your momma&lt;br /&gt;My uncle's dogs are probably the only ones who love me(well......Only when I feed them. Otherwise they just &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; me in a friendly way)&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't count my aunts and uncles and gramma. They don't count because of their *unconditional* love. I'm talking about my cousins. My older cousins, not the younger ones. They're really cool people and they're pretty nice to me, but it's  obvious that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEY&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN&lt;br /&gt;HATE&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. They have to be nice to me cuz I'm their *cousin*. They all know each other in a special way because they're all so close. Since I'm here in Arizona, isolated from all my family, I'm a reject. Besides, they're all older then me. They can't be friends with people that are so much younger then them. It's just not how things *work*. It's weird. I've known for a *long* time how much they hate me, but always played along with their "acts of charity" and acted like I didn't have any idea that they hated me.Why am I posting this? 2 reasons:No one reads my blog other then my friends that actually know the link to my blog (Total:2)(Readers of the 2:1) and 2: Because I can. &lt;br /&gt;Try and stop me, baby. Try and stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-93147666?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/93147666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/93147666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93147666' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-92732640</id><published>2003-04-16T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T12:38:49.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaaaaack!With BRACES!!!!!!!!!!I don't feel the pain yet, but I'm prettu sure it's gonna hit tonight. I got silver and black. For some reason, I feel like singing. I think I'm high. They kept on putting stuff on the braces that smelt like shit, and it kept going down my throat.... O.o While they were twisting the wires, the lady doing my braces (Stacey, as her nametag says) shoved the mirror into my mouth while the pliers were in there. The pliers got pushed against my lip, and then Stacey decided to clamp the liers down really fuckin hard. I almost cried. She was jsut like "Man, you can't stand pain, huh?" I was like Hell no!Who can? Anyway........I get the rest of the day off. I'm gonna go be high some more. &lt;Skips away&gt; "la la la la la lalalalalalalalalala"&lt;br /&gt;--The NEW and IMPROVED Maryann&lt;br /&gt;                                   (and high)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-92732640?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/92732640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/92732640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92732640' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-92716777</id><published>2003-04-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T07:32:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the morning.....Before I get my braces!!&lt;Dunh dunh dunh&gt;I'll be back later, cuz I'm gonna try to get the rest of the day off after I get my braces. I heard they hurt like a bitch, and you can't eat solid food anymore. Some encouraging words from Leslie :"Eat lots of steak. You won't be doing it for a while." Well, stragely enough, my dad cooked Filet Mignon(Specially thick steak) for dinner last night. Shit I have to go to the bus now. (I have to go at 7:30...) &lt;br /&gt;--Maryann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-92716777?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/92716777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/92716777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92716777' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-92565408</id><published>2003-04-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:28:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, gag me with a spoon. I haven't been here for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time. And don't think I forgot about it!I was always just like "Bah...What's the point?No one reads this any way..I just do it to amuse myself" Well, here I am, waiting for a new, very shrinkable shirt to shrink but not too much...Must be timed perfectly!(Basically, throw the shirt in the dryer, turn it on, and leave)Anyway, to catch you up on the new thing in my life, first I will list everything you will care to know about first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's over.Well, right now, I'm going to act like it's a normal day and that I didn't ignore my blog for like 3 months. On Thursday, I think, I told my mom that I went to Alexis's house for homework(which was the original plan) but then, after doing much work, we decided to break and go to the park.We switched plans, went to the dollar store and *borrowed* quarters from Amber(one of my two best friends)and got Lucas. When i shook some into my mouth, some flew into my nose. Damn, that hurt like a bitch!Anyway, then we went to Amber's house to visit her kittens (just a few days old), and before hand, we had a suprise b-day party for her...well, her b-day.(Duh!)Anyway, we were playing with her kittens, and there was this amazingly cute one, and when I held it, it opened it's eyes for the first time!Of course, that's why we came back on that Thursday. Sure did. After we left, we went by some guys from school's houses (again, since thats the way we went before) and the sprinklers were on. I got so fucking wet! I got sprayed 5 times.(Damn you, Alexis!)And, no lie, complete truth, I was completely, and totally soaked. Therewas not a spot on my jeans that was even just damp. Hell, they were so wet that a guy asked if they were leather. Anyway, after we were done getting wet, we just walked around for a while. Then, this bitchy neighbor guy in a hat (who was there the whole time with us, and also sprayed me) called me a fuckin chink.Ass hole. The entire time he was calling us shit because he was trying to impress Alexis cuz he thought she was hot. Bastard. He called us sluts, ho's, and skanks. Dickweed. And, part of this inspired by my anger, he's a dead ringer for a redneck. Seriously. He looks like he lives in a trailor park. Not by his clothes, nothing like that. He just...Looks like it. Anyway, after that we went back to Alexis's house then went home. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a *more* recent pic...It's my yahoo profile one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.yahoo.com/flamegurlmac"&gt;Oh no!Suffering green is people!(My profile...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we have that, I believe there is no need for my former post with a conicidentially ugly pic. Say buh bye to that!!!!(And though I say it is a more recent pic...I say nothing to it being very nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I g2g. My shirt is now shrunk evenly,and therefore, there is no *good* reason for me to be here instead of sleeping. Which I won't be. I'll be upstairs, watching a TiVo recorded episode of The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Maryann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-92565408?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/92565408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/92565408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92565408' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-88935712</id><published>2003-02-11T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:27:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No longer here!!&lt;see above post&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalalala!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~Elevator Music~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-88935712?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/88935712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/88935712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88935712' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-88821164</id><published>2003-02-09T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T16:36:57.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a bit bored here and I just thought I'd post something in here about BLOGGING MORE OFTEN! :) Heh heh. You know I love you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-88821164?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/88821164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/88821164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88821164' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505486152992790148</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-3995719.post-88355095</id><published>2003-01-31T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T17:05:06.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, I forgot to post.But oh well. Last night I pierced my ears. No, I didn't go to the mall or anything. I did it myself with a needle. I've had them done vefore, but i always had the close up, but last night I decided to pierce em again. But I forgot to sterilize the needle&lt;whoops&gt;. But I cleaned my ears at least. I have a valentine. Whoopee doo. He's a nice guy, and we're just valentines as friends. But at first he was my friend(who also is asian)'s valentine, and I set them up. But then I talked to him, and he goes "I have a thing for orienatl girls" and I realized I liked him. Sorta. Kinda. Like, i like him a little bit.But I prefer him as a friend. Tomorrow is Viet new year!!!!Yay. I'm going for sushi tonight, maybe with Alexis. And tomorrow to C-fu for a special New year dinner. They're having a different menu for tomrrow. Fun. Well, I'm gonna go becuase I feel like emailing him. HIM. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-88355095?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/88355095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/88355095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88355095' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-87935078</id><published>2003-01-23T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T19:17:35.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY SHIT!I forgot about my blog completely. But I'm back now, aren't I? Anyway, I had DARE graduation and read my essay. I "had the best essay in my class". Psh. Well, I got a medal for it. There was a DARE song and the essay presentations, and a slide show. I was in the show 2 times. That's it.When some people didn't even graduate and were in more then me. But oh well, cuz I was up there a lot cuz of medals and my essay and stuff. And there was cake. I think that was the best part. Just kidding, of course!It was tons of fun. I got invited to a baby shower. Even though it isn't a first born, their still having a shower. There's gonna be a play. Winnie the Pooh. And guess what? I'm playing Roo! lol, that's gonna be fun.Well, I gotta cut this short. I still have homework, and it's 8:00!Plus, I wanna watch some TV to sleep, so I have to do the homework now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-87935078?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/87935078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/87935078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87935078' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-87237752</id><published>2003-01-10T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T20:02:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Xmas, I had a party... But with people I barely talk to or know. (My parents friends and their children...I've known them long, but I still don't know them very well). The next day, my cousins, Matt &amp; Thu came for a while with their five month old son. Since Thu's from Canada, so she's never seen an orange tree up close, so we drove to an area with lots of them, and she hugged the tree while I took pics. She got to touch an orange!!! Well, there's more, but I'm really not in the mood to type right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have DSS satellite, TiVo, VCR and cable in my room!!!! BWAHAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-87237752?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/87237752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/87237752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87237752' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-86938368</id><published>2003-01-04T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T20:01:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I might as well talk about my last day....Mrs. Ferguson got like....a million presents.Which makes me feel kinda bad, since I didn't get any of the other teachers anything, but oh well. So she opened her presents, we watched a movie, and I put a bow on my head and gave myself to Mrs. F along with dark chocolate, bubble bath, a 25$gift card, and some other crap. My mom didn't know it was a Sponge Bob card. And we had a huge party, and every one brought food. I brought shrimp cocktail, and there was none left after it was over.....And it was 3 bags!luckily, my mom had another bag at home. And I passed my DARE class even though I didn't finish my work book. My officer didn't notice. Yay. And as I said before, I'll talk about my break later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-86938368?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86938368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86938368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86938368' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-86938039</id><published>2003-01-04T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T15:44:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy shit!!I just remembered that I have a blog.......Whoops!Well, I'm gonna recap about my Xmas break later...Right now i'm busy at the moment....School starts Tuesday. Suck.I got something to keep ya company for now, though.&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;a href="http://www.metalhammer.co.uk/article.asp?ID=6795&amp;type=NWS"&gt;Avril Lagvine butchers SOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=525&amp;item=3303725687"&gt;Ebay-Man sells sock full of quarters!!!Don't forget to check the pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya enjoy em.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-86938039?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86938039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86938039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86938039' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-86325185</id><published>2002-12-20T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T15:45:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!! School is out! And yesterday's celebrations were awesome! We had a party with tons of food, and a gift exchange!!! Only the day before, I was rushing around everywhere to buy stuff for our big party. Gifts, food, etc. In the gift exchange, I got Alexis's gift. It's a blue rope lite, and it rocks. What sucks??? About 2 people hate me. Right now. Just because of a joke. Grr! And now, one of those people are trying to get one of my best friends to not be myfriend any more. AGH!!! Today, I was supposed to go to the mall with some friends, and probably will, but she's gonna be there. I had very good dreams last night. They were all about the mall! One was that for Xmas, my parents dropped me off with a credit card with UNLIMITED charge, and I bought everything! Also, then I had a dream about getting a dog. Not any dog, but the best types of dogs ever. ROTWEILERS!! I just love em! I have a huge soft spot for em. I always go ga-ga over em when I see any! Last time I was at the mall, someone had a rotweiler, and I was like "Clayton, look!! Look! Rotweiler!!! Rotweiler!!" and the guy turned around and brought the dog over to us!! Also, yesterday when I was walking home, I saw this rotweiler I've seen before. Then at school before, someone had a pair of rotweilers. NO FAIR!!!! I think I'm gonna die if I don't get a rotweiler!! There's this rotweiler my uncle has, along with 2 other dogs, and he's in Canada....So I don't see Shorty(the rotweiler) Very often....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-86325185?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86325185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86325185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86325185' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-86019752</id><published>2002-12-14T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T12:42:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for so long! I've had so much to do. And shit, I still have TONS of DARE homework, and essay, and a pirate report, all of which I haven't started yet. Man, do I suck. Friday was the DARE graduation party at Skateland. It was ok. Alexis's b/f couldn't get in, cuz his friends and him had to wait for the next session, cuz it was DARE only. He snuck in, but his friends wouldn't. I had to pay for one of their skates and addmission. Same with Amber, she had to pay for Austin. The entire time, they were trying to include me (Alexis and Amber) but they always were saying things and not telling me, unless I would be like "What are you guys talking about?" I mean, my dad even paid for their admission. Which he does too often for my friends. He's always buying things for my friends, trying to be a cool guy. I mean, he's a really cool guy, so he doesn't need to. He's cool no matter what, know what I mean? I guess I'm just saying this becuase I feel like everythings going down, and pretty soon we'll be living in the streets, eating road-killed skunk, and bunking with guys named "Fat Louie". I don't know. Today I just feel all emotional. Probably just PMS. I bought a reeeally nice tie before, but all of a sudden, I'm not buying into this whole "Avril Lagvine" thing. Lately, I haven't been dressing up for school like I used to. Maybe I should start again. I just don't know what to do anymore. It's like everything's taking over. I'm worrying about parties, weight, and stuff all of a sudden. And don't get into that "You're growing up" shit. I already fucking know that. AGH! I wish I could go on hiatus or something. And I still have a fucking report on the Barbarossa Brothers due on Tuesday. 3-5 pages, no spacing, bibliography, map of where they were born, their routes and shit. I hate this. Kill me. Kill me. I'm still a little sick, too. I just want everything to stop. I don't know about my dad, though. I just don't know how I make him feel. Like, I was supposed to go to a movie with him, but then I said I wanted to go to the DARE party, and I didn't consider his feelings. And today, we were going to have breakfast at C-Fu Dim Sum, but I was really sick this morning, so I said I couldn't go. I just don't know what to do anymore, and I feel like crying. Goddamn PMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-86019752?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86019752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/86019752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86019752' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85751743</id><published>2002-12-09T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T15:40:32.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think one of my friends who made cheerleading is now avoiding me....When I called her, she normally spoke to me for at least a half hour. Even if she said "gotta go, bye" we would still be on the phone for about 10 more minutes. But when I called her, she just said "Uh....Hi. Gotta go now, bye. And don't forget to bring the pants you borrowed from me tomorrow." and she just hung up. Sometimes, it feels like she's just using me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85751743?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85751743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85751743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85751743' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85743343</id><published>2002-12-09T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T15:28:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's Monday, and I'm sick at home. I hope I'm still sick tomrrow, cuz my nose is rough as hell. Yikes! If any one knows how to get rid of 'sandpaper' nose, as I call it, please leave a comment about it. It would be most appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85743343?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85743343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85743343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85743343' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85666206</id><published>2002-12-07T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T14:08:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agh! I think someone at cheer had the flu or something, cuz a lot of girls got sick. Including me! I wanted to go to Skateland tonight with some other girls, but my mom wouldn't let me because of:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A) She's mad at my brother(When my parents are mad at one of us, they take it out on both of us!)&lt;br /&gt;B) She's very sick&lt;br /&gt;C) I'm sick, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. There are other nights. Oh, shit! I haven't done my DARE homework at all, and there's tons. I also didn't finish last weeks. Damn it. Plus, next week is a DARE party at Skateland. Only two diff. schools will be there. Yay! I can go to that one, if I get better by then. But I will....probably. Today was this one school thing, where it had a huge sale thingy in the Caf. You know, that Avon shit. I couldn't afford much but 3 nail files from there. But there was this one gift shop, where everything was a buck fifty. It was fuckin awsome! (In a cursing mood today). I bought about $15 worth. I got (off the top of my head):&lt;br /&gt;3 candle lamps (2 same, 1 diff color)&lt;br /&gt;3 nail files&lt;br /&gt;A magic ring thing that broke&lt;br /&gt;A back scratcher&lt;br /&gt;A lot of earrings w/ necklaces&lt;br /&gt;A candy cane pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other crap..... A lot of them were my Xmas gifts to people... But also with some other stuff. I'm too congested to type more. Well, actually, I'm just using that as an excuse to log off. But oh well. I've gone through about 3 rolls of toilet paper, and 5 boxes of tissues. And half a roll of paper towels.(And now my nose is a bit rough...But nothing a few face masks can't fix!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85666206?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85666206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85666206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85666206' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85620241</id><published>2002-12-06T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T21:38:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like crap. I didn't make it. The other girl in my pair made it, making me feel worse. I wanna cry. I feel awful, cuz all my friends made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85620241?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85620241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85620241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85620241' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85617358</id><published>2002-12-06T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T21:38:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! Cheer try outs was today... The results will be posted in about an hour.....AGH!! But cheer tryouts ended early, and I didn't wanna wait for my ride at school, so I walked home with a friend.....And my mom was looking for me all over! She asked the principal, and she got all worried and called all my friends. I'm in so much trouble. Waaah! I wanna know if I made it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85617358?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85617358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85617358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85617358' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85566020</id><published>2002-12-05T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T22:01:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agh!!! I swear, I'm being stalked by you, Linda! Anyway, today was a half day(for conferences about 'troubled children' or anything like that...I was supposed to have one, because of my "excessive" talking....for one day! Luckily, my mom couldn't go...she got sick. (But my teacher still called my mom.) Alexis came home with me, and we went to cheer at 12:30, and my mom picked us up at 2:35. It was pretty hard, because we added the song to the dance today, and learned a new cheer. But it was still fun....I don't think I'm going to make it. Right now, I just finished my defining homework, and now I'm doing...nothing. Well, except typing. Wish me luck tomorrow! I'll post results of the cheerleading...Well, just the people who are my friends. More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85566020?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85566020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85566020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85566020' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85516931</id><published>2002-12-04T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T19:20:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi hi! I made it so that I have access to your blog and that I can post here, too. It's just easier for me to edit the template and stuff if you ever need it. I won't be posting here like by random because it is YOUR blog, Mary Ann. I hope it's okay I did that though. I'm still trying to figure out the comments so don't you worry! I'll put a tracker on it too so you know if people are stalking you. :P BTW, once I figure out the comments, I'll be commenting, not blog posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85516931?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85516931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85516931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85516931' title=''/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505486152992790148</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-3995719.post-85510000</id><published>2002-12-04T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T16:48:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this morning, I woke up really early for no reason...Before my alarm clock did! So, I got out of bed at around 6:20, and made breakfast.....Today, we skipped school lunch and had a "Rennasaince Banquet". It was pretty damn good, even though it was a cold chicken drumstick, beef stew in a bread bowl, veggies, and fruit...and these little pie tarts. But it was pretty awsome. Then, me and some of my friends started a square dance for fun! I....Got in trouble...again.Then I had cheerleading try outs from 3-4:30, which was pretty cool. Except that it's kinda hard! Try-outs are on Friday, so wish me luck! We have a dance to "No Limits" by Too Unlimited. Never heard of 'em. Normally, I'm not excited about this crap, but I have nothing better to do with my time.... Well, except pushing the cheerleaders around, which I can no longer do. I'll enter more later... Too tired, and too new at this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85510000?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85510000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85510000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85510000' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85509632</id><published>2002-12-04T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T16:32:16.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, ok...Hahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85509632?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85509632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85509632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85509632' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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-3995719.post-85464557</id><published>2002-12-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T16:48:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing...1...2....3.....Agh! I don't know how to work this thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3995719-85464557?l=flamegurlmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85464557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3995719/posts/default/85464557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamegurlmac.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85464557' title=''/><author><name>Mary Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842064589896856225</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></feed>
