<?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-5982467</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:04:32.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies Broken Hearts Next 12 Exits</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey whats up? Sign my tag board at the bottom of my blog if you feel like it....leave a witty coment or maybe a sandwich.....Bye</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982467.post-108518922292879590</id><published>2004-05-21T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T21:27:02.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:new livejournal.com/asiansdoitbest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108518922292879590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108518922292879590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108518922292879590' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108448367366939401</id><published>2004-05-13T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T17:27:53.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:Music: Hawthorne Heights "Speeding Up The Octaves"/"Ohio Is For Lovers"So today was sucky, gotta  science test math quiz tommorow. My "little brother" that i tutor at center school went a-wall i seriously think he has ADHD....Well on a lighter note i picked up mny tuxedo and that was pretty cool. Now im home looking at verious cd's i want to buy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108448367366939401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108448367366939401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108448367366939401' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108410407220766250</id><published>2004-05-09T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T08:06:33.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:Music:TBS "There's No I in Team"Mood:....w/eYour: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused andyour quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd andas many say "Your head is in theclouds."  What type of eyes do you have? brought to you by QuizillaTook a couple quizzes today...anyway this quiz made me laughYour Heart is Grey What Color is Your Heart?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108410407220766250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108410407220766250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108410407220766250' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108406392778622551</id><published>2004-05-08T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T20:56:37.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:Music:Hellogoodbye" Dear Jaime...Sincerely Me"Mood: happy sad wish i could do it againPicked up the original brand new cd your favorite weapon it kicked major azz, and looked at digital cameras all day.  Well now im not going to see NFG and i could care less now because it doesnt matter according to my parents because i have the cd....w/e. Anyway to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108406392778622551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108406392778622551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108406392778622551' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108397407191542467</id><published>2004-05-07T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T19:58:59.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:Music: Reggie and the full effect"fought and won over"Mood: glad i have my music to get me through that shtman when  was the last time i cried....i mean really creid i felt dumb today doing it in front of other guys too... heh....Music The on things other than friends taht keeps me glued. Thank you to all the following bandsTHE STARTING LINE, NEW </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108397407191542467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108397407191542467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108397407191542467' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108320585385459359</id><published>2004-04-28T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T22:35:10.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:Music:YC "Rockstar land"Mood:ironically cool, fat, and cold at the same time who knewWhats does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayerYour first full nameYour personality rates asixyour best quality ispeople love to be around youyour worst quality isyoure too sweetthis is becauselifes a bitchCreated with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!i guess that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108320585385459359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108320585385459359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320585385459359' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108233533898799847</id><published>2004-04-18T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:46:21.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:Music: Jenoah-Ex-SuitsMood:BAD....Shoot me right now and take away my pain. I hate  this i have too much stress and a crappy family too boot. With no support it solely rests on my shoulders to carry myself financially and mentally and physically and wtf am i saying....its just one of those days where i hated it. I almost broke my hand and my parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108233533898799847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108233533898799847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233533898799847' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108197076886380706</id><published>2004-04-14T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T15:30:05.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got some things i'd like to set in pen:Music:Hellogoodbye "shimmy shimmy quater turn" download ep @drivethrurecords.comFeeling: in the words of Hellogoodbye "and every night at 2 am i wonder why she cant lie next time" from the song bonnie taylor shakedown 2k1Well i just got back from my 1 hr w/ Mr Dunn for calling Odysseus smelly in class... any way i havea  little story to tell. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108197076886380706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108197076886380706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197076886380706' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108180915296213132</id><published>2004-04-12T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T18:36:26.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The headphones blare out a song:Music: Fall Out Boy "Postcards from a Plane Crash (wish you were here)Feeling:tired and tired and a side of tiredRap sucks, all they sing about is butts and sluts and talking on the 2 way. For rizzle? for shizzle. ANyway today was pretty boring. I found out i have dislexia(lol) so i tried to make a joke about it by pretending i can use and eyepatch to help it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108180915296213132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108180915296213132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180915296213132' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108086773419146686</id><published>2004-04-01T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:05:53.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She makes a fist and tears fall down:Music: Straylight Run "A Slow Final Descent" Download @ http://www.absolutepunk.net/straylightrun/Whew,Today was an exhausting today. My Twin friends had their birthday and we set it off with a bang with doughnuts at 5:00 am to crash the party. THen i came to school and the Capt's suck but the Brother BEar Movie made up for it casue it is so funny. Science</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108086773419146686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108086773419146686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086773419146686' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108076251180710816</id><published>2004-03-31T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:07:11.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She makes a fist and tears fall down:Music: Sherwood "Please Wait Up for Me/ THe summer sends it love" Download @ purevolume.com/sherwoodHello,Today was a fun day until i hurt my foot. Now the pain is going up and down my right leg and i can't go running ;(. Anyway Today in the library me and Kate Zawisha switched jackets and boy is hers small! i squeezed into it and my breathing stopped! lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108076251180710816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108076251180710816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108076251180710816' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-108068852598743634</id><published>2004-03-30T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T21:41:33.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Stranger walks up and etches something on the wall it says:Music:Jenoah- Morning is when Jenoah Wakes EP  download it @ drivethrurecords.comModd:ReflectiveWow looking back on everything that has happened this year has change. Ive gone through some different and interesting things this year and my personality has clashed and clashed again. I look back on my friends and one night i will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108068852598743634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/108068852598743634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068852598743634' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107844493266539209</id><published>2004-03-04T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:05:13.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Listening:Student Rick-October SkiesFeeling:Sad(kinda)WEll i never asked out that girl.....o well. ANyway today was an ok day. Went to school. WEnt home. Went and ran at the gym.  I won one game in badminton but lost 2 games o well its only gym and i dont really need a chocolate bar anyway. I think i have a cavity. MY feet burn really bad. I got a detention from Mrs. Lynch today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107844493266539209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107844493266539209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107844493266539209' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107818211866696267</id><published>2004-03-01T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:04:55.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: Fall Out Boy "chicago was so 2 years ago"Feeling: Thirsty and tiredBoy i need to get some sleep but i never have enough time to i m always up till 10 doing hwk. Plus with the research paper coming up i think im gonna die......anyways im fine otherwise. I ve been having some problemslately but other than that im all good. Talked today and i got convinced to ask this girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107818211866696267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107818211866696267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107818211866696267' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107794127135643404</id><published>2004-02-27T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T23:10:44.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music:Straylight Run:Its everyones Fault but mineFeeling:Tired/poeticYeai ve been writing poetry all the time since i got home. Ive laid down about 15 and were now in the works of putting together songs  for the first album. Then we just need to work out the music and we are ready to go. School was ok today im gald its friday!~it comes to this such tragic endings its hit or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107794127135643404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107794127135643404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794127135643404' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107733954251858772</id><published>2004-02-20T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:18:08.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: Ludacris, Usher, Lil John "Yeah"Feeling:elatedYeah im listening to rap orthe radio because my media player is busted and the batteries on my cd player are dead. This song is ok though. WEll actually it sucks but any way that is not the point. Today is the worst day of my life. Again. I feel so clsoe to the end of school yet so far away. Im trying to wait it out but i just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107733954251858772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107733954251858772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733954251858772' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107724605962707755</id><published>2004-02-19T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:03:41.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: All american Rejects: Why WorryFeeling: WithdrawnWow....Shock of the century, to those i asked you know what i mean thanks for telling the truth you guys. Reminds me of , well itdoesnt really remind me of anything.....trying to win taht freaking ipod.........dance tommorow......no date......im gonna be nominated for loner of the years its official.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107724605962707755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107724605962707755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724605962707755' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107681074356987375</id><published>2004-02-14T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:08:18.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: SoCo-She paints me blueFeeling:Sad/happy/tiredThe Dance yesterday was good. But i guess it wasnt meant to be..........ANyway im ready for vacation. We lost two games back to back which sucked because the refs are gay. They called everything on us and nothing on hartford or goshen. I got thrown out of the goshen game for straight up chewing out the ref because he yelled at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107681074356987375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107681074356987375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107681074356987375' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107586105677910129</id><published>2004-02-03T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:19:56.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music:THe Early November "mountain range in my living room"Feeling: Mildly depressed/amused and im going insaneUgh Mr DUnn we need to talk. You give us hwk when nobody else does? way to ruin the night. Went to my guitar lesson and learn a new rift to a nirvana song. That was pretty cool..... Going to look into buying a real guitar soon so i can dump my mariachi guitar heh. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107586105677910129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107586105677910129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586105677910129' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107532113671615517</id><published>2004-01-28T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T15:21:07.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: Taking Back Sunday:Great ROmances of the 20th century and Get up Kids-OverdueFeeling:REally REally DEpressedWent over to Bill HIers HOuse Yesterday when i got hit with a huge feeling of depression. I just hate the fact that this happens to me. I mean i pay 50 + dollars for pilsl that dont work. I just hate it especially people who tell me it is self-pity. It isnt..........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107532113671615517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107532113671615517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532113671615517' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-10751608287600329</id><published>2004-01-26T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T18:54:00.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: MAtchbook ROmance-Playing FOr keepsFeeling-Sad-DepressedTaking Back Sunday Which Warped Tour Band Are You? brought to you by Quizillahome by three deafening quiet the porch light's off yes they forgot it she cried herself to sleep but she don't dare then she wants to be a model she wants to hear she's beautiful she's beautiful i want to save you i want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/10751608287600329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/10751608287600329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10751608287600329' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107514183222985284</id><published>2004-01-26T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T13:32:40.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: Mae "embers and envelopes"Feeling:emo sadHey whats up....not much to talk about just feeling empty at the moment......writing alot more now threw down about 15 or so poems and lines....hopefully it will come out and be a 5 song demo in a couple years......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107514183222985284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107514183222985284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514183222985284' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107497072348018992</id><published>2004-01-24T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T14:00:48.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:"memories from my younger years"smelling your hair and im so blow away takes me back to the cold january day we were both 13 and the air was chillas we made out on the cold winter night on colander's hillbut as time roleld own we were swept away the relationship over holding onto wreckage i stay under this street lamp as it burns awaywatching as it all burns awaywhat can i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107497072348018992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107497072348018992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497072348018992' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107481958531543153</id><published>2004-01-22T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T20:01:47.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music: A dead giveaway "im nobody"seeing:mathFeeling:tired/angryHello all welcome to another exciting episode of my blog. WEll today midterms were fine i felt kinda shaky but thats alright.........studying for geometery take me away.........ATKINS DIET AHHHHHHH!!!!! lol~smelling your hair and im so blow awaytakes me back to the cold january daywe were both 13 and it felt so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107481958531543153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107481958531543153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481958531543153' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107456021362477082</id><published>2004-01-19T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:58:52.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music"Stars Hide FIre "sTill Breathing"Seeing:WH NOTES SUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!Feeling: I AM MORE THAN JUST A FRIENDGrr i just wish sometiems girls saw as mor than friends:Adi:Hey andy guess what?Andrew:What?Adi:Arthur asked me out isnt that great?!Andrew:Yea wonderful i wish you guys the best(inside im feeling like sh*t cause i have like her for so long........ geez)Andrew:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107456021362477082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107456021362477082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456021362477082' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107413434824467679</id><published>2004-01-14T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:43:12.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music Taking BAck SUnday  "Great ROmances Of the 20th Century"Seeing MIDTERMS *gasp*Feeling: Well I had a dream last night and in my dream I took a knife to you.I slit your throat from ear to ear Senses FAil"free fall withouta pararchute"Wow i never realized how much i hate school to right now. By the way  HEEEEEEEELLLLLLO. HEEEEEELO . At the moment i have lsot my mind and im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107413434824467679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107413434824467679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413434824467679' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107402551205616426</id><published>2004-01-13T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:27:02.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music:Punchline "Open up"Seeing:SPanish Project+Spaish Hwk+other stresser outersFeeling:at a lossAnd coming in at #12 its Kemps blog. WOw today sucked i began the morning by losing two friends and then i have 20 other  school related thignso n top of that. I think i hurt my shoulder cause someones brother threw a rock at them. I wont mention any names buti think the bastard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107402551205616426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107402551205616426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107402551205616426' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107395278380198364</id><published>2004-01-12T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:13:24.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:YOU ARE EMO!  Congratulations, you have a big,sensitive heart and you use it, abuse it, wearit, tear it, make it, break it, and everythinginbetween! It all hurts and yet feels so goodat the same time! Be careful though; you'resensitive and when you love, you love deeply,and as a result get hurt easily. Are you EMO?  brought to you by Quizillathis is mad funny picture</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107395278380198364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107395278380198364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395278380198364' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107395249014090012</id><published>2004-01-12T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:08:31.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music:Yellocard "Ocean Avenue"Seeing My email I WIN!!!!!Thinking: NOw im bleeding on the bathroom floor forget my name this time in silence this tiem i win"Feeling: Out of it/stressed/enragedTHanking you for choosing kemps blog would you like a combo meal? Lol I won a yellowcard  contest and now im getting a free autgraph cd with  Yellowcard's nmew single Ocean Avenue. I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107395249014090012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107395249014090012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395249014090012' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107377996727265529</id><published>2004-01-10T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T19:38:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music:THe Starting Line:"HOld on"(the piano song) HOme Gorwn"disaster"seeing:New cdThinking:THis song was only wishful thinkingFeeling:COLLLLLLLLLLDLooked at the temprature thing in my autns car 2 dgrees outside. So we decide to see who could stand outside the longest in swimming clothes. It was cold i lasted like 10 min but my cousin won she stood out there for like 20 lol. WE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107377996727265529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107377996727265529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107377996727265529' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107368748303947413</id><published>2004-01-09T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T17:31:43.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Listening:Taking Back SUnday"youre so LAst summer" "Some Came Running - Bane"Seeeingggg:my bass hopefully i will be getting it soonThinking:"why is everyone afraid to be labeled emo? all kids on the scence spend too much time pointing out all the posers, just screw that and listen to the music"Feeling:InspiredWrote 5 new songs just gotta get the band together......SEVEN MORE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107368748303947413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107368748303947413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368748303947413' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107361355604812049</id><published>2004-01-08T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:59:35.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Your the all in all ... best kinda friend. Yourevery thing someone needs ... and even thoughyour not always perfect and have your faults... you make the best of your mistakes and knowhow to win your friends love. Sometimes youfeel like your not given enough credit for allthe hours you spend enlighting others,supporting others , and just plain caring. Imsure you dont care much about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107361355604812049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107361355604812049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361355604812049' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107361254730365959</id><published>2004-01-08T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:56:07.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Lol more quizzes anything to waste timeYou are Heroin Bob! Which SLC Punk are you? brought to you by Quizillatake the emo quiz.created by jessiyou are an "emo kid". you're fresh orlight in the scene and enjoy your somewhatnicer and lighter emo bands. don't let theindie kids and punk rockers put you down forliking dashboard confessional or hot watermusic, stick up for your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107361254730365959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107361254730365959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361254730365959' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107359452439709860</id><published>2004-01-08T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T15:42:24.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music:THree DAys Grace "i hate everything about you"Doing Book ReportFeeling Pissed offWell im doing My book report maybe i can get a better grade on this. Im just so pissed off that Mr.Dunn did that. I mean no offense to whoever wrote that paper but i mean it was a biography anf he told us not to do it. Yet the person who did it gets and A?! Grr i just dont understand.....MRS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107359452439709860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107359452439709860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359452439709860' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107351526658311794</id><published>2004-01-07T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:02:52.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Music:Something COrpoarte"as you sleep"Doing:REPORT bookFeelling:crappyAPRIL MORNING SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, Just letting you know.....................wrting poetry doing other random things i wished we didnt have all this stuff jampacked into one week. Im happy mr dunn moved essay test to monday but im pissed because that stupid book report is due on FRIDAY!!!!!! grrr i jsut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107351526658311794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107351526658311794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107351526658311794' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107343878851591459</id><published>2004-01-06T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:26:47.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:...:EMO:...:Look WHat Youve BecomeRememeber the third grade when it was all fun andgamesNo i have myself to blameWe grew up the games changefrom bats and balls to love and hatethis is what sealed my fateso much heartbreak i had to stay unfeelinginside my heart and life was depletingYou were the reason i faded awayYou were the reason i couldnt stayi hoped you enjoyed your hour of fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107343878851591459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107343878851591459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343878851591459' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107343617336808040</id><published>2004-01-06T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:43:12.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Blink 182 "I Miss YOu"Seeing ANother Quiz what Kind Of music are youThought: APRIL MORNING SUCKSFeeling BLown AWayYou are Emo!You are very sensitive to everything and often findyourself depressed or brooding.  You getattached to people easily and find it hard tolet go.  However, you are creative andarticulate and can express your thoughts easilyand clearly.  You are empathetic to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107343617336808040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107343617336808040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343617336808040' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107324989900614435</id><published>2004-01-04T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T15:58:38.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening to Something Corpoarate"as you sleep"Seeing: wHat kind of punk am i quizThought:LOL waht an obvious answerFeeling:TIRRRRRRRRRREDCongrats! You're a emo or indie kid. You have astrong appreciation for the music you love, andare in tune with your emotions. . What Kind Of Punk Are You? brought to you by QuizillaHmm hopefully that worked......HAHA i was watchingg buffy and the guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107324989900614435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107324989900614435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107324989900614435' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107307510656496126</id><published>2004-01-02T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T15:25:24.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:THe Starting Line"THrees a charm"/Dashboard Confessional"Several Ways To Die Trying"Seeing My new socksThought:HOMESTARRUNNER.COM ROCKS THE MOST!!!!Feeling cold(as in my feet are)HAPPY POST NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!! Man i went into K-mart they are already gearing up for valentines day(my least favorite holiday) but thats cool. I forgot to mention i wen to a concert on DEc 29th! IT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107307510656496126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107307510656496126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307510656496126' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107288829943907111</id><published>2003-12-31T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:31:57.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:AFI "silver and Cold"/SOmething COrporate "space"Seeing:my new  wristbandsThought: Hello my new name is (insert here)Feeling:Mosh pit likeHello all welcome to NEW YEARS EVE! hope you all have a good one party hard and all that good stuff.  Not much done today My friend from Norwalk came up and we chilled played a little castlevania nba street and kingdom hearts, p layed some real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107288829943907111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107288829943907111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107288829943907111' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107270575063729969</id><published>2003-12-29T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T08:49:27.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening: AFI "bleed black"/TSL "greg's last day"Seeing The new and improved intresting blog with less depressing things ;)Thought: THis is new and intrestingfeeling Punk rocker modeHello everyone this is my new and imrpoved blog....wel actually its not but... w/e lol. WEll today im going rock climbing and that should always be fun hopefully i wont plummit to my death.....but in other news </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107270575063729969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107270575063729969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107270575063729969' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107265812435207173</id><published>2003-12-28T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T19:35:41.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening: SMile EMpty SOul "Nowhere Kids" and AFI " THe LEaving SOng Pt 2"Seeing Random THingsThought: New Music New LifeFeeling DOwn DOwn DOwn......Breaking EvenOye, Merry Late CHristmas to everyone who reads this hope everyones was as good as mine. I picked up some cool things mostly new cds i got BLink 182 Afi and SOmething COrporate. I also got some ps2 games and its all good. Looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107265812435207173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107265812435207173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107265812435207173' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107212376650604460</id><published>2003-12-22T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T15:09:42.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening: Dasboard Confessional "screaming infidelities"/HoobaStank "out of control"Seeing: My thoughtsThought: " Your Not Emo For listening to Hold on and Hands down you stupid motha f*cking posers"Feeling: InspiredYO..........I just hate everything......I hate my life i hate myself i think the only thing taht isnt spinninng out of cco ntrol is my firneds and my family.//////////////// I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107212376650604460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107212376650604460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107212376650604460' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107154515100449010</id><published>2003-12-15T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:26:04.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Get Up Kids "ill CAtch You"Seeing My outline...........Thought:Wow so blown away......we care so much then just get smacked in the face in return..........wish  i could rewind my life.........................................................................................................................................................FEELING:EMO BOY GRR COMPUTER KEYBOARD IS MESSED </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107154515100449010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107154515100449010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154515100449010' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107152593513496450</id><published>2003-12-15T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:05:48.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Aliister "the one that got away"Seeing: my emailThought: wow way to rub it inFeeling:  mad/sadDate: Mon, 15 Dec 2003 11:48:02 -0800 (PST) From:  "JEssica Ciorrio"   Add to Address Book Subject: haha To: b0_x_car_racer@yahoo.com        YO dude this is Jessicas new b/f. IT is way too bad that seh dumped you. not. Boy you are a loser, you actually took it seriously that she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107152593513496450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107152593513496450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152593513496450' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107108598997648262</id><published>2003-12-10T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:53:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening: THe Ataris "San Dimas High School Football Rules"Seeing:........nothingThought:"like i didnt expect thisFeeling: The most  stupidest person in the worlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllldddddddddddddddddddddddEhhsfreshduddette who are you? im just wodnering. cause you get online once  and you tell me you like me but then you never come on again whats up with that? I mean i might like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107108598997648262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107108598997648262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108598997648262' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107092315752056836</id><published>2003-12-08T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:39:29.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Box CAr RAcer "THere Is"Seeing:Jessica CiorioThought:"im the luckiest guy in the world cause i  go out with Jessica Ciorio"Feeling: Like the luckiest motha Trucker in the worldhaha florida rules. Withouht florida Jessica wouldnt be in my life. so let me break it downThursday: Leave for AIrport. Geti nto tampa around 11:50. Get to hotel around 12:30. THe family needs some ice for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107092315752056836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107092315752056836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092315752056836' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-107031132649549401</id><published>2003-12-01T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T15:42:16.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Yellowcard "Big Apple Heartbreak"Seeing: alot of thingsThought: "School Sux, but hey you wouldnt know half the people you did if you didnt go."Feeling:Emo Boy ModeWhats up school sux and this whole research paper is P-O-I-N-T-L-E-S-S. I mean why are we writing notecards? why dont we just do Outline rough draft and skip all that? It would be easier and less stressful because this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107031132649549401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/107031132649549401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031132649549401' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106995223427090379</id><published>2003-11-27T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:57:22.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:THe STarting Line " Playing Favorites"Seeing: THe starting Line make yourself at home acoustic dvdThought:Turkey day................yeaFeeling 50-50haha my new starting line cd came on friday yea it rocks and its all acoustic. Just cleaning up my house today and nowl ets make it official: ANDREW KEMP IS THE KING PIN AND WINNER OF THE 15th Annual KEMP FINGER  FOOTBALL FRENZY!!!! lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106995223427090379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106995223427090379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995223427090379' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106961988045892608</id><published>2003-11-23T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:04:52.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:TAKING BACK SUNDAY "GREAT ROMANCES OF THE 20th CENTURY"Seeing:The QUote from a movie called BEautiful Girls"Thought:a beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking jack and coke all morning. she can make you feel high. full of the single greatest commodity known to man.. promise. promise of a better day. promise of a greater hope. promise of a new tomorrow. this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106961988045892608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106961988045892608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106961988045892608' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106935476521983864</id><published>2003-11-20T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:59:31.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening: The Early Novmber "The mountain Range In My Living Room"Seeing: 7th Period Computer ClassThought"................yea why is life so hard there has to be something better than this"Feeling:Left-out the one they picked last for the big ball gameYo.......Last night went to this weird Fashion show my church put on and like all my usual frineds Blew Me OFF! i was so pissed. Then later </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106935476521983864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106935476521983864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106935476521983864' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106902659442548973</id><published>2003-11-16T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T18:50:00.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening: Yellowcard " october nights"Feeling TIredHeh got moved down to a new math class thats always fun....THe dance last night was cool. Met this girl named nicole who i liked. SHe was cool but i guess she wasnt into me or at least so say my friends....but thats cool..........my new geometery calss and im the only freshman what alot of fun thats gonan be. only 2 more days till im 15!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106902659442548973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106902659442548973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106902659442548973' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106889658352455460</id><published>2003-11-15T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T06:43:09.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Hot Water Music "remedy"Seeing:The back of my eyelidsThought:" YEa yea i know im stupidFeeling TIREDI hate geometery thats why i moved down.......i know i messed up ok but i just got nervous and like psyched myself out or  lese i would have asked her out. I dunno.....Watched Antz yesterday tahts a funny movie.........lalala im sooo bored and tired.........nobody to hang out with ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106889658352455460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106889658352455460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106889658352455460' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106875720984221361</id><published>2003-11-13T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:00:15.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:HomeGrown "tommorow"Seeing:T.H.U.G(tony hawks underground)Thought:Sometimes you love someone so much you become numb to it. If you really felt how much you love them it would kill you. It doesn't make you a bad person it just means that your heart's too big" Brittany Murphy-"Riding in Cars With Boys"Feeling:Nervous Tired Pissed(About stupid Geo quiz!!!)Blah Therom BLah Postualte </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106875720984221361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106875720984221361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875720984221361' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106850787413699112</id><published>2003-11-10T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:44:38.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Listening:Allister "scratch"/"better late than forever"Seeing My planner im decorating it! w00t w00t Thought:"You're everything I never knew I always wanted. - Alex to Isabel in 'Fools Rush In'Feeling:Fatboy LikeHaha No school tommorow....life is good Friday is the big day cant wait to long to pout this off it is all going down on friday.......yea.I feel tired i got too much hwk to do but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106850787413699112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106850787413699112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850787413699112' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106840966373654783</id><published>2003-11-09T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T15:27:47.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:THe Starting Line "make yourself at home"/Dashbaord Confessional "Screaming Infidelities"Seeing:THe computer screen  it is white and chalky coloredThought:".....................no im sorry"Feeling:DriftingYO what up to everyone reading this........TOday was fine and i completely missed her.....she looked good today in her dress............i always screw it up it is liek it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106840966373654783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106840966373654783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106840966373654783' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106823824570142840</id><published>2003-11-07T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T15:50:49.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:NFG-DRESSED TO KILLSeeing:A golden oppritunity and im lettin it slip awayThought:"yup uh huh ok"Feeling: FLUSTERED~Dunno if im gonan ask "her" out~dunno what shell say~SCHOOl SUx too much hwk damn it~im just lost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106823824570142840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106823824570142840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823824570142840' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106816107302540183</id><published>2003-11-06T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T18:24:36.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:THE SOUNDS of my whimeprsSeeing:TearsThought:"WHy do these tears come so fast.....and oftern"Feeling:In Tears*cries* im just soooo lost i dunno what to do my life is going down the drain. Im falling apart.....i cant tell the real kids from the fake ones........im just lost.......i dunno waht to do or who to turn to.......helllpppppp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106816107302540183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106816107302540183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816107302540183' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106807198961014396</id><published>2003-11-05T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T17:39:52.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:THe Ataris "my hotel Year"Seeing: Everyone around me get paried off and im left behindThought:"What is hapiness? where does it come from........"Feeling:Left-outYea you ever get the feeling everyone is your friend but like only on the outside. On the inside they completely ignore you? Yea i feel that way sometimes.....Im just screwed up right now......Toom uch damn school WE NEED A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106807198961014396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106807198961014396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807198961014396' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106797520195184657</id><published>2003-11-04T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:54:31.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Yellowcard-"OCTOBER NIGHTS"/"Way Away"Seeing: Nothing muchThought"DAMN IT WHY DO I get  screwed over every time i try to talk to a girl"Feeling:BoredIm pretty bored today. Went to church. Tried to talk to some girls their. Tottaly messed that up. Had my friends being like theres other fish in the sea.....that was kinda annoying but it did show they cared that is always nice. Excpet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106797520195184657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106797520195184657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106797520195184657' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106769001146191198</id><published>2003-11-01T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T16:06:17.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Allister"somewhere on fullerton"Seeing:flashes of images from Wes's partyThought:"Boy i looked reaaaaly stupid last night"O well. I screwed up my first party oppritunity with my new friends. I was too loud and too obnoxious. Grrr i hate myself this sucks. But i think they dont like me and think im annoying now. My bad. guess im stupid . GRRR i wish life were easier than this. I dont</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106769001146191198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106769001146191198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769001146191198' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106763444035452121</id><published>2003-10-31T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T07:34:46.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:The ATaris "So LonG Astoria"Seeing: Leigh Ann's Map to Wes's HouseThought:"Why do eggrolls taste like beef when they were supposer to be vegetarian?"Hey finally a day when im not depressed.I dressed up like a ASIAN FRY_COOK for the school costume contest and i won! yay! i won some candy and i gave it to rob. Well anyways i was happy when i won. I threw soy sauce and duck sauce at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106763444035452121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106763444035452121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763444035452121' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106746378172219545</id><published>2003-10-29T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:45:04.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Homegrown-You cannot Stop The WorldSeeing:My grades go downThought:"WHy is my life so complicated"I wish i was one of the lucky people. BUt sadly im not. Im just struggling to get by. Im a wannabe cool kid. I mean grrrrrrr.....i just cant take it screw this shit. Nicole i dont think anyone wants to read my rants so you should probably take the link off. Sometiems i pray and wodner </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106746378172219545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106746378172219545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746378172219545' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106738031254978296</id><published>2003-10-28T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T17:31:53.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Yellowcard "anywhere but here"/DAsboard confessional-Screaming infidelitiesSeeing:"SOmething black twisted,dark,and bleak,........o its my lifeThought:WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?WEll im back. Borris is a front. Im funny hahahaha no. Who cares my life is trash. TRashy trash trash............i jsut dont know. Im confused baffled whatever you wnat to say. I dunno maybe...........BUt i mean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106738031254978296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106738031254978296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738031254978296' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106721799634702651</id><published>2003-10-26T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T20:26:36.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:THe STarting Line "the best of me"(THE GREATEST SONG OF ALL TIME)/The Starting Line-Three's a CHarmSeeing:NOTHINGThought:"It seems like this whole city is one big orgy and if you actually care about some one your some kind of chump" Loser(the movie)Yea yea yea it is SUnday it should be a good day.I watched the movie loser again. FOr some reason i keep watching the movie. MAybe it is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106721799634702651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106721799634702651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721799634702651' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106712735583361795</id><published>2003-10-25T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T07:49:30.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening:Jamison Parker "Biting Bullets"/Wheatus "teenage dirtbag"Seeing:My computer screenThought:"My life can really relate to the movie Loser"Then i came home and watched movies and  messed aroudn on the computer. I saw the movie Loser which is now my favorite movie of all time. THe only other movies i really liked were Boys and Girls and AWTR. Im trying to get my life back together but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106712735583361795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106712735583361795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106712735583361795' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106703071732923303</id><published>2003-10-24T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T19:55:12.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening: THe Ataris "My REply"Seeing: My so called life have the shit screwed out of it.Thought:"It is over, why go on this depression is never ending the mold is barely cracked"I dunno what to do. Im sitting here my whole weekend is screwed up and i forgot my W.H. Book at school. Science Math everything is messed up. FUck them all i suck at all of them. i got a fuck C on the Notebook i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106703071732923303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106703071732923303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703071732923303' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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-5982467.post-106694575906747285</id><published>2003-10-23T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T19:34:09.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening To:Tokyo Rose-Saturday, EverydaySeeing:My life Falling Apart....but wishing i could just hold on to the piecesThought:"Manic Depression is alot more complicated then you think and yes i do have it Alex"            Yo,  Tokyo Rose is a mad cool band and they really uplift my spirts. Lately, ive been going through some tough shit lately and music by them, The Ataris have been really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106694575906747285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5982467/posts/default/106694575906747285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exit118.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694575906747285' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13180442719346460208</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>
