<?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-5006087</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:06:17.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Aren't Always What They Seem</title><subtitle type='html'>Every Thing Beautiful Comes To An End...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5006087.post-114592481027243759</id><published>2006-04-24T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T20:26:50.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so this is the first of many posts...i have started to use this thing again so i wouldn't go nuts...and i think it would be funny to look at what ive written in the past....HAHA  i can remember when like 2 years ago i was really big into this thing and had it all decked out...it still kinda is but i dont even know how to do it anymore...but ya i remember all those freaking blogger fights and crap</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/114592481027243759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/114592481027243759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114592481027243759' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110770345340038502</id><published>2005-02-06T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T10:24:13.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i haven't posted in a while. i used to do it on weekends, but now i go out all weekend. lolwell friday night i had to work. i worked until 9 and then went over jordans house. after like being there for 5 mins, we went to a movie with greg and brian. we saw boogy man. i swear i will never go back to amc cause of all the people that just dont know how to shut their damn mouths durning a movie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110770345340038502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110770345340038502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110770345340038502' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110660754457596834</id><published>2005-01-24T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:59:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so it snowed all freakin weekend. im so excited. i love snow. i love it i love it i love it. i think we got like 12 inches about. we had a 2 hour delay and stuff and i wsa trying to go to breakfast but no one wanted to go. those fuckers. um..but anyway its snowing right now and i hope we have another one cause that would mean that i wouldn't have a math, bio, or jazz test tomorrow. that would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110660754457596834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110660754457596834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110660754457596834' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110641270804756638</id><published>2005-01-22T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T11:51:48.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so lets see...what has happened to me in this long break since i haven't writen...well i didn't go to soph hop..instead i went up to district orchestra. it was amazingly fun. i drove "behind" hiedi the whole way there. at one point i was next to heidi and heather was like watch this melanie is gonna race you and i did and i won. but thats becuase heidi is like super caution or somthin. thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110641270804756638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110641270804756638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110641270804756638' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110585044537894907</id><published>2005-01-15T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:40:45.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Insane SurveyCreated by timbelmont and taken 428 times on bzoink!Let the insanity beginWhat is your first name backward?einalemHow tall are you?5 8 i would sayWhat color are your socks right now?whoa...not wearing socksDoes your Mom have any siblings?ya 5 Have you ever played the piano?if u count that thing in my house a piano then yes i kinda haveHow old will you be in 17 years?34? idk i can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110585044537894907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110585044537894907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110585044537894907' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110584630022480381</id><published>2005-01-15T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:31:40.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya i got a new cell phone....i erased all my numbers becuase im a stupid smacked ass...so if we ever talk or u feel like giving me ur number...just im me or somthin and we can make it happen. anyway...nothin really new is going on. i have so much to type but i dont feel like telling/typing/or explaining half of it so im just not gonna. im just too damn lazy..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110584630022480381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110584630022480381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110584630022480381' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110538858104887938</id><published>2005-01-10T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T15:23:01.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya looks like im not going to soph hop...whatever.im not in the best moods today. i really miss the girls from we last year. band seemed so much better without some people. its just getting worse and worse. i really just dont know what to do anymore. everywhere i turn there are just people that piss me off standing there. this has never happened before. band was my safe haven. maybe it will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110538858104887938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110538858104887938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110538858104887938' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110498116670759405</id><published>2005-01-05T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:12:46.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so...soph hop is almost here. i really want to go...any takers.........*coughcoughjimmycoughcough*.......some one please take me....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110498116670759405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110498116670759405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110498116670759405' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110497745940799514</id><published>2005-01-05T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:10:59.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today was an ok wednesday. i went to wake up my sister at 7 and she wasn't up. i got really mad and she started to cry becuase her clock said 6. it was kinda funny. i left her here becuase i didn't want to deal with it. so my dad ended up driving her to school i guess. but that was so funny. i found out that all my chops from playing tuba are gone. i have none left what so ever. i found my pic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110497745940799514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110497745940799514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110497745940799514' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110479132719706600</id><published>2005-01-03T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T17:28:47.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont bother looking for me in the year book this year....my mother forgot to send the picture in and didn't tell me about it until just now. im soooooooo fucking pissed. great way to start of the new year isn't it. i fucking hate her sometimes. damn bitch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110479132719706600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110479132719706600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110479132719706600' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110464191408619115</id><published>2005-01-01T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:58:34.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i went on vacation with the family....i have lots of stories to tell about christmas to the new year... lets start with some from christmas..well i got a space heater and a mini fridge, i got some cloths, and some other stuff that i just can't remember becuase i went on vacation and dont remember. then i went over my aunts house and raced my mom there. i beat her ofcoarse. my aunt bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110464191408619115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110464191408619115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110464191408619115' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110464097945591512</id><published>2005-01-01T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:42:59.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so since i haven't blogged in a while, im gonna give u a little quizzy that i did. i found this in miss nicole zulli's blog. here it goes....x.Have you ever been on a diet? nope, i don't have the will power.x.How much did you lose? ..x.Make-up? if i wake up early enough to put it onx.Low-cut tops? only on the weekends...kidding...um...when ever i wantx.Do you ever flip your hair when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110464097945591512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110464097945591512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110464097945591512' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110376982321503223</id><published>2004-12-22T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:43:43.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG ITS ALMOST FREAKIN' CHRISTMAS TIME. im super mad becuase heathers parents wont let her come out with me and my fam on christmas eve day to go to philly and see the lights.i dont think that my little brother believes in santa anymore. he went in the attic liek twice and thats where all the gifst are. we are trying to make him believe still but whatever. its bound to happen.i tried to teach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110376982321503223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110376982321503223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110376982321503223' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110306485185745489</id><published>2004-12-14T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:54:11.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so it seems like every few days somthin worse happens to piss me off. first it was the sectional thing and now somthin related to that has come up. i really dont think i will be able to take much more of wind enssamble which is really sad becuase i love it so. i really dont want to give up somthin i love beucase im so pissed off. it is my one release and i love it so much. i just dont want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110306485185745489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110306485185745489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110306485185745489' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110298287690803864</id><published>2004-12-13T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:07:56.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i hate it everytime i lose the conection to the internet. i have to go down in the scary basement and i have to take the plugs out and then put them back in and turn off the computers. i have to do it all and then get scared when i run up the stairs in the scary basement beucase they freak me out when the squeek.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110298287690803864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110298287690803864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110298287690803864' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110297274860877239</id><published>2004-12-13T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:19:08.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man so much junk went down today...in bio class i got all scared becuase mr delprato was like ya if u dont drink milk ur bones start to break down after metapause. i was like shit i dont want to be 411 i like how tall i am. so now he has scared me into drinking more milk that i do. i mean i drink one of the big ones at lunch everyday but now i might start drinking a few at home. so now i will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110297274860877239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110297274860877239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110297274860877239' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110283235633554008</id><published>2004-12-12T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T01:19:16.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i went out tonight after work. me jordan and ashely decided to go to tom jones. i saw jeanna and kate and some other people that we knew. we would have stayed later but my mom was like come home around 1. so i said hey lets leave at 1 and call it that. they were like ok. it was so exciting. the waiter guy hit on us the whole time. he sorta stopped when jordan and i were playing footsy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110283235633554008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110283235633554008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110283235633554008' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110278605309208906</id><published>2004-12-11T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:27:33.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today was district band day. i picked up jimmy mac and drove him. then i found out what part i had to play. they were both like super hard. i dont really care how i did. i just want to do better than a certain someone in the flute section. but anyway. i did ok on most of it. i dont really care if i get in like ive already said. then i came home and ate lunch. now its off to work for 8 and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110278605309208906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110278605309208906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110278605309208906' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110264900609432403</id><published>2004-12-09T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:23:26.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't people just let shit die and not rub it in ur face ever!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110264900609432403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110264900609432403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110264900609432403' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110255547534439615</id><published>2004-12-08T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T20:24:35.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok the coolest kid of the year= JIMMY MAC!oh man i was gonna put this convo in here that me and jimmy mac had, but it was way way way tooooo long. so im just gonna say JIMMY MAC YOU ARE THE COOLEST KID OF THE YEAR. well atleast in my book. but that doesn't count for much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110255547534439615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110255547534439615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110255547534439615' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110254835612426132</id><published>2004-12-08T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T18:25:56.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im a lot pissed. i have been driving around all over this country and i still haven't been able to find jordan her bday present. lets see HER BDAY IS TOMORROW. i know what i want to get her but i can't find it in any stores. i mean come on people its the best thing in the world. but i did happen to find heb a present for christmas. i can't put it in here cause she might read it, but it is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110254835612426132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110254835612426132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110254835612426132' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110246556784794890</id><published>2004-12-07T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T19:26:07.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o damn it i put a post in here but hey it doesn't like me...o well i will post later when my life gets betta...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110246556784794890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110246556784794890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110246556784794890' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110246537265087718</id><published>2004-12-07T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T19:22:52.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today was a normal day...i walked into school and went to all my classes. bio was the best because delprato called us all mutants. and then i went to math. we have a test tomorrow and i somewhat understand everything. its alot of stuff that i did horrible on first marking period so i have to double study now. then i went to band it was eh.track fixed the ehness though. i ran like 2 miles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110246537265087718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110246537265087718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110246537265087718' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110221563955394948</id><published>2004-12-04T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T22:00:39.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a good day today...i picked up renee from sat's at my school. we were out side talking to heb for a while. and then renee and i went christmas shopping. we didn't finish becuase i can only handle so much, you know. then we talked to dennis at the mall for a while and his fly was down. i told him this and he was liek i know i put it down on purpose i want to see how many people i can get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110221563955394948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110221563955394948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110221563955394948' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110126141433131313</id><published>2004-11-23T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:56:54.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im have so much to say but i dont feel like typing in im so tired from track. maybe tomorrow i will type it if i feel like it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110126141433131313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110126141433131313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110126141433131313' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110105659843997880</id><published>2004-11-21T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:03:18.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i have to work like 8 and a half hours at acme. its gonna suck big hairy balls. i decided to make myself a little happier by buying some new earings. they are 16g and they are cute. i hope my mom doesn't really find out becuase she is a bitch and thinks that anything i do is stupid so she will be like no and ripe them out. whatevei did so much shit yesterday that it wasn't even funny. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110105659843997880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110105659843997880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110105659843997880' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110073649063770889</id><published>2004-11-17T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T19:08:10.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ya the one thing i hate more than life its self is.....MY FUCKING DISTRICT SOLO. i will never be able to play it. i guess its ok that i can play page 2 at like 98 right right. i mean i guess thats ok for actually sitting down for maybe an hour or so and playing it over and over and over and over and over and over again. thats right i practice one page of music for an hour with a metranome over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110073649063770889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110073649063770889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110073649063770889' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110073070684284704</id><published>2004-11-17T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:31:46.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i stay after like all the time for math and what not. my dad said as long as i keep the grades up i can do whatever i want. i get to drive my car and stuff.im still all confused in my brain. i can't really tell what is going on up there. maybe i will know after this weekend or somthin. i dont even know. blah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110073070684284704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110073070684284704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110073070684284704' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110055330375762733</id><published>2004-11-15T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:15:03.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my life is a little better. well with my mom anyway. i stayed after for math today and i think im just gonna stay after alot. richy offered to help i think but i dont know if he was being sarcastic or not so i guess we shall see. but im staying after alot to get an a. my mom and i have like 2 bets going. if i get an a on the report card 50 bucks. if i get a b on the final test 50 bucks. so i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110055330375762733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110055330375762733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110055330375762733' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110047981479958678</id><published>2004-11-14T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T19:50:14.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya im in the most trouble ever. i got some bad grades on the report card. its kinda funny becuase they haven't even come out yet but somehow my parents still found out. im not really aloud to drive my car but i still get to. but im still not aloud to do anything at all. i might not even be aloud to do track. i like how my mom keeps tricking my dad into hating me all the time. like me and him will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110047981479958678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110047981479958678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110047981479958678' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-110005749161032218</id><published>2004-11-09T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:31:31.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so this week is getting better i suppose. i got my tic lined up for the troc show on sunday and im going to jv show on friday with caity and then saturday im working blech. but its ok i guess. i think im sleeping over hebs house on thrusday though. chris carrey wanted a ride to school agian so i was like ok and i get to play family boggle with them. its so fun. i love the jones'.im working at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110005749161032218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/110005749161032218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110005749161032218' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109987237417073174</id><published>2004-11-07T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:06:14.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i can't stand fucking people anymore. some of them just piss me the fuck off.anyway on a brighter note, im going to a show on sunday at the troc. matt's band i think is playing there. i really dont remember becuase i was too busy watching him right on me. but any who...i guess i will find out later this week if his band is and i will get a time and see him. then the invited me to this show </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109987237417073174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109987237417073174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109987237417073174' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109951900704135946</id><published>2004-11-03T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:56:47.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i just can't believe myself. what the hell. the things i do i dont want to do and the things i dont want to do i do want to do. thats kinda a werid sentence but it really describes me. like its not that i dont like the person that i am, its just that i like to be different that the person that i am sometimes. sometimes things are more fun when they are dangerous. i sorta like sneaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109951900704135946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109951900704135946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109951900704135946' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109935202479285700</id><published>2004-11-01T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:33:44.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so i really dont like my family. i mean i know ive been a bitch today but no one is fucking listening to me. i mean i told my mom to drop somthing off in the 11 12 office and she fucked that up and i almost didn't turn in my permission slip of the atlanta trip. and then i flipped on her. and then i got my keys taken away becuase i dropped them in the toilet. i dont fucking understand how u get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109935202479285700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109935202479285700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109935202479285700' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109918697310388345</id><published>2004-10-30T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T21:42:53.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHOA...haven't posted in a long while..hum..lets do a recap..well not really i will just tell u the points that i want people to know...so we lost our football game today...and i want to hid my face from everyone becuase of it. i mean like last year we were one of the best teams in the central league and now we are the shittyiest.i think we won a game and thats about it. i hate the football </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109918697310388345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109918697310388345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109918697310388345' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109793257392197798</id><published>2004-10-16T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T09:16:13.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today is pumpkin day. im excited for it. i like to do pumpkin day cuase i like to watch the little kids like dance and stuff. ive been up since like 8 and i can't sleep so i was like i will put on some tunes. i picked AQUABATS. they are spectacular. such good like summer/morning music. i found that when u play solitare for over ten mins u get so addicted. no lie try it some time and u will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109793257392197798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109793257392197798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109793257392197798' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109788430009542712</id><published>2004-10-15T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:51:40.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so janet came over after school today but not really after school like after dinner time after school. then we rented a movie but we dindt' realy like it that much so we turned it off. and then all this weird stuff happened to use. like we were in the acme and we were holding our legs and all these people looked at use. no one knows about that but me her and pesce. it wsa fantastic. i swear to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109788430009542712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109788430009542712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109788430009542712' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109753951519241277</id><published>2004-10-11T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:05:15.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so me and the shakurs went to arasapha last night. heather is the biggest scaredy kat ever. like everytime anyone came up to her she would scream fuck u fuck u. it was great though. me and laural got a good laugh in there. we would scream really loud just to freak her out. she like bear hugged me and like grabbed my boobs a few times. she had her legs around me too at one point. she like flipped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109753951519241277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109753951519241277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109753951519241277' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109744483360538400</id><published>2004-10-10T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:47:13.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so last night was our band-o-rama competition. we did amazing. like heather got this great idea to play the hokey pokey right before we went on. all these bands were like what the fuck are they doing and we are like we are having fun what are u doing. im telling u penncrest was doing some weird shit last nigth but it totaly payed off. like we got superior and we got best gaurd. the brass section </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109744483360538400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109744483360538400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109744483360538400' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109711088132937811</id><published>2004-10-06T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:01:21.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today was amazing. after school i went to the gryphon meeting. it was ok i guess as long as i get to look at art and read peoples stories it will all be good. after the pesce and i went out to ruby tuesdays. we got the check and i was liek lets play a game called guess the amount. and i said 16 50 and he said 20 bucks so i opened it and it said 0$ on me and i was like omg the waiter payed for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109711088132937811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109711088132937811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109711088132937811' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109631015476606240</id><published>2004-09-27T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:35:54.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ya today was the greatest day of school so far. i mean i laughed every period and at lunch. i swear i almost peed my pants. but anyway back to school. band was great. like they all sucked at atomic dog, i did too, but nicole just started to freak out. like laughing so hard she almost fell off her chair. and then i kept staring at crystal and then janet poked my hair cuase it was up funny. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109631015476606240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109631015476606240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109631015476606240' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109581902085208792</id><published>2004-09-21T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:19:02.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today i went out to the thrift store with heather after school. i bought some nice things. i got two skirts and a shirt for 8 bucks. it was so cool. then after that we went to friendly's to get some grubage. we got this like monster platter thinger. it had some chicken casadiallas and mozzorella sticks and onion rings in it. it was good. then we got a hot apple pie thing.so tonight at dinner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109581902085208792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109581902085208792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109581902085208792' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109564493168892461</id><published>2004-09-19T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:48:51.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so these weekend i didn't really do much...i worked saturday and sunday..i found ou that they may want me to do starbucks..thats a good thing i can get out of a register sometimes...i found out that renee and sam broke up..it was so scary cause renee called me crying and i felt so bad for her and i dind't know what to do cause i was at work and she was at her house..but i made her laugh a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109564493168892461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109564493168892461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109564493168892461' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109547883326730333</id><published>2004-09-17T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:40:33.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today is friday...fridays are supposted to be good and what not..but this one wasn't...jacqui and i were like whoo its friday during like jazz class and then like after that it was just like blah...and then the football team like lost out the ass tonight..but secretly i dont give a shit about the football team...the blow anyway...and then im tired and i am pissed that i dont get to see renee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109547883326730333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109547883326730333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109547883326730333' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109529395467704834</id><published>2004-09-15T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T20:19:14.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so school was beat today...after school i went out to get icecream at the place up the street with kyle...then we went to burger king...and after that we walked around the mall for a bit...we went to the halloween shop and stuff and i love the costume im going to wear for the halloween parade...im NOT TELLING A SINGLE SOUL...o wait i already did..to those who know dont tell...it will be the best.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109529395467704834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109529395467704834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109529395467704834' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109512571437327081</id><published>2004-09-13T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:50:41.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stradtpt241: haha.. i still don't know why she was laughingXxdarkangelx5X: the only reason i was like laughing is cuase i was laughing at her for like peeing her pants and almost falling off the chair..but she really didn't pee her pantsstradtpt241: HAHAHAstradtpt241: lets just say i was getting into the musicwhoa kyle in band class who would have guessed this boy danced..haha he makes me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109512571437327081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109512571437327081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109512571437327081' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109435268313355935</id><published>2004-09-04T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T22:51:23.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i haven't writen in here in like a month...AGAIN... but it alright...as soon as school starts i will probably not blog either becuase i will be super busy with band/work/school...that is if i do school work this year...hahah jk i have to cuase i have to go to college...i so wanna stay back a year to be with my friends but college would be like no u suck ass get away from me...and then i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109435268313355935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109435268313355935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109435268313355935' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109288226366817386</id><published>2004-08-18T22:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T22:24:23.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG...so we had our section leader meeting today. it was so nice to see everyone again. i talk to my band director about europe and stuff. it was fantastic but the best part was def seeing the drill for the first time. its a fantastic drill. i can so tell this is gonna be the best year every. and my last year...damn it...but anyways i dont wanna tell u guys what the drill is gonna be like so dont</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109288226366817386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109288226366817386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109288226366817386' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109266968945448597</id><published>2004-08-16T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:21:29.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i can tell this is going to be a FANNNNtastic day already. but not really actually. as soon as a walked out of my room my dog jumped on me and bite both of my calfs very hard. i though i was gonna kill her. i swear if she ever does it again she might die. but not really. and then my mother gave me a list of things to do before i have to go to work. i have to clean my room, part of my brothers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109266968945448597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109266968945448597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109266968945448597' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109258468598883633</id><published>2004-08-15T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:44:45.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ya im thinking that my blogging time is getting closer together..but actually it isn't...i think i just have way too much stuff going on to blog that much anymore....so i went to hershey park yesterday with some friends from the ama trip. omg i love them all so so so much. tristian was like all u guys are going to come to hanover and spend the weekend there. i was like hellz ya. and then i </summary><link 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computer for myself..but i have to pay my mother back about 4 hundred dollars...and then after the computer maybe a guitar....or maybe the guitar first...who knows...so im going to the evenecense concert tonight..forgive me if i spelled that wrong i can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109059565967202391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109059565967202391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109059565967202391' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-109044358908018051</id><published>2004-07-21T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T16:59:49.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im actually still using this thing...i checked the last post and laughed cause hey it was in februray...but i think i shall up date just to see who actually reads this thing...i went to europe and had the best time ever...i would totaly do it again the same exact way...i mean hey who gets in trouble the first night at allbright...o wait that was me lindsay and vicki...and they mentioned it at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109044358908018051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/109044358908018051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109044358908018051' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107737762687099253</id><published>2004-02-21T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T10:36:27.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya whoa....it was almost a month that i haven't been online...but my mother went to florida so i was like hey my dad doesn't care so why not get online u know...but i have to work today....from like 2 to 6 or somthin like that...work isn't so bad...i got a debit card a few days ago and i went and used it yesterday with aimee...i bought a white tank top, a pink like flane shirt thinger, and then a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107737762687099253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107737762687099253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107737762687099253' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107487545878972088</id><published>2004-01-23T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T11:33:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today in school a person...from here after going to be mentioned as subject 5...idk i just wanted to...but anyway..i can't take subject 5 anymore....they keep pissing me off...they talk about their problems...complain about somthin that they shouldn't complain about..and then they always tell people stuff but not me...and say that im their best friend but no they never want to hang out...and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107487545878972088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107487545878972088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107487545878972088' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107481676006858527</id><published>2004-01-22T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T19:14:41.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so right now im dieing of cramps...ive had them since like 6 period or somthin...maybe before that...gahhh...i want to die blahdy blahdy blah...so i took a bunch of tests today and they were dumb...but i swear if i dont make honor roll...which i dont think wil happen ...i wil like cry...im telling u...i havn't made it in like a year and a half...and i want it so bad i can almost taste it....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107481676006858527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107481676006858527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107481676006858527' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107454115556814464</id><published>2004-01-19T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T14:41:12.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blog entrie is deticated to heather...why becuase she is so mad becuaes i never type in here and she wants me to...so hey i think i will..some i went to look for a car this morning....we drove all the way to philly and they price of the car was 3477 online...but when we got there they said they add 2000 to it so they can get money or somthin dumb like that so we said no...so if any one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107454115556814464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107454115556814464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107454115556814464' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107360535012961109</id><published>2004-01-08T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:44:12.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i guess i fell asleep today on the couch when i got home from school. well i woke up at like 530 and i saw my dad leaving and i was like what time is it and he was like 530. and then i heard him say come on steven. but anyway. i got up and i got a glass of water. and then i walked up to my room and looked for clothes to wear, but i couldn't find the shirt i wanted to wear. so i came down and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107360535012961109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107360535012961109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107360535012961109' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107352690458178251</id><published>2004-01-07T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:57:29.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Orange.Playful and childlike, you remind all of us to letloose once and a while.  Dangerous when messedwith, you tend to be associated with fire. What Color Best Represents Your Personality? brought to you by Quizillaholy crap thats so me...i love fire..and u know what happens when i play with it...things get holes in them like mariels driveway...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107352690458178251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107352690458178251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107352690458178251' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107343448351310654</id><published>2004-01-06T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:16:23.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so i just got my b'loonies all stuck to the ceiling...but that was fun now i have to try to get it down..that should take a while...but aimee came over today..and we chilled..it was fun..we played eye toy..and it was funny watching ourselfes on the tv...and then we had begal bites...today was ok ...kinda boring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107343448351310654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107343448351310654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107343448351310654' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107335092795454471</id><published>2004-01-05T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T20:03:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yey practicing piccolo in the middle of ur living room while the tv is on and my brother and sister are playing twister...thats the best way to go...but ya i would do my home work but i hardley have any and the ones i have homework in i lost the books for they are some where missing in my room or in the house....u know...hobbits is a great song i hope everyone comes to the concert like just for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107335092795454471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107335092795454471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107335092795454471' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107315527647657232</id><published>2004-01-03T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T13:42:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so i went to utah...it was ok...i went skiing for 3 of the 5 days i was supposted to...there was some really bad weather up there for the two days that we didnt' go...it was really windy and cold on those days...but the other days were amazing...like it snowed 10 feet in 10 days...i loved all the snow up there..it made everything so pretty...i really didn't want to leave...and then when i came</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107315527647657232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107315527647657232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107315527647657232' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107249846747711877</id><published>2003-12-26T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:15:53.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so i just got off work...it was dumb..but hey thats work for ya....and now i have comcast digital cable...so now im like yey i can be on the computer all the time...woohoo....i dont have to work at the candle man any more..because he is going down to the keys to stay there for a while...and i can't work for him this summer becuase i will be going away too much...but o well one job is enough....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107249846747711877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107249846747711877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107249846747711877' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107245502520310691</id><published>2003-12-26T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T11:11:50.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so i dont like my family yet again...i dont want to work today...and i dont feel like going on vacation...im really tired and i just want to go to sleep but no i have to go to work for like 12 hours...fuck that shit...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107245502520310691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107245502520310691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107245502520310691' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107223666807033520</id><published>2003-12-23T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T22:32:29.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so its been forever but i dont care...im really not in the mood to blog...my life is dumb and nothing fun happens...i saw bp today and then she drove me home...so that was some good bonding time...but ya im going on vacation soon so that doesn't even matter i wont be blogging for like a week....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107223666807033520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107223666807033520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107223666807033520' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107145031858783226</id><published>2003-12-14T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T20:06:28.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ya i haven't posted in like a week..thats my bad...i totally am bussy...i have work all the time...like im starting work on tuesday for the acme...and then i have to work everydya..i got like 130 bucks this week...im so excited...wee....i hade the distric band audition on saturday...and it blew...but u know i dont really care becuase hey im not that good and i will never be that good..so i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107145031858783226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107145031858783226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107145031858783226' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107084849266677291</id><published>2003-12-07T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T20:55:53.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so  i def. think i got my mom the best present..my dad got her a book and my sis got her a name thing..and i got her a blue angel...its so cute...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107084849266677291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107084849266677291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107084849266677291' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107084766905457062</id><published>2003-12-07T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T20:42:09.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>California is where you should live.  Unless ofcourse you lied on the quiz which would bestupid.  It's crowded as balls there but theweather is perfect, except for the occasionalearth quake. What State Is Perfect For You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107084766905457062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107084766905457062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107084766905457062' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107084446352458079</id><published>2003-12-07T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T19:48:43.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today...i went to lacrosse..and ya i think my finger is dead..like i went to check alex menget..and i totally got my finger stuck between her stick and mine..and i hit it so it was all like broken..but not really..and i broke the nail off and the thumb nail...so like i have this giant purple spot under my finger on the right hand so it hurts to type and write stuff...and i was trying to play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107084446352458079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107084446352458079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107084446352458079' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107076766092487026</id><published>2003-12-06T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T22:28:40.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im telling u people...if some one eats my cookies ever again..they will die..no lie...my brother ate all my oreo cookies again...last time i hade 4 this time i had 6...and im so pissed its not even funny...li tried to throw him out side but it ddn't work...so i picked up a hand full of snow and threw it down his back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107076766092487026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107076766092487026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107076766092487026' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107067904224523016</id><published>2003-12-05T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T21:51:40.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today we had an early dissmisal...it was great...i went over to aimees house..and i was sitting there and anna started telling aimee all this stuff and she didn't even know i was there so it was funny...and then we had a snow ball fight...and won teehee but we weren't keeping score....and then we made a little snow man with these funny branches as arms...nd then his eyes and his buttons were made</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107067904224523016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107067904224523016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107067904224523016' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107041752889799063</id><published>2003-12-02T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:14:30.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so today..i took my drug test...it was chill..and then i went and saw my brothers chours concert...he was so loud it wasn't even funny..i could hear him over everyone ther..it was cool though...but if iever see an old person again..i will kill myself...i had one on my left and one in front of my and the one infront of my kept moving so i couldnt see anytying...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107041752889799063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107041752889799063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107041752889799063' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107032714248505792</id><published>2003-12-01T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:06:35.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so today..right..i had the greatest day of my life...i got a one and a half today at dive practice and i was so excited..and no one saw it..that i really wanted to see it...and then i got a job...and i GOT A DOLLAR FROM MY MOM..ahah she was like here i wil give u a hundred and i wasl ike OK and she wa sike o never mind the only big thing i have is a one...so i wa slike fine...and then i got to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107032714248505792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107032714248505792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032714248505792' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107024192463457548</id><published>2003-11-30T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T20:26:16.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ya i rolled my ankle at my lacrosse game...my bad ankle..and i fell on the plastic grass twice and i got rug burn on the same knee so it hurts really bad..and my parents make me want to kill myself...they treat me lik shit and they hate me...and i freaking want to die...GOD I HATE THEM...i just can't take this shit anymore...and when i try to be al nice to them..they just treat me like shit..i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107024192463457548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107024192463457548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107024192463457548' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107016187433540420</id><published>2003-11-29T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:12:04.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Years at Hogwarts by nevermindlessName: The Sorting Hat places you in: Slytherin (Green and Silver)Subject you are naturally best at: CharmsYour favorite book: Important Modern Magical Discoveries Pet you bring to school: Brown OwlYou are most known for: Being first to perform new spells properly.Created with quill18's MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107016187433540420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107016187433540420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107016187433540420' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107016177373665093</id><published>2003-11-29T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:10:24.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What will your Funeral be like? by rashockUsernameYou will die by:You always were kinky in your sex life and took it just a bit to far. You died over doing breath control, blood play, or some other strange kink.Death Date:April 19, 2048Number attending your funeral?47How much will you leave to friends and family?$3,567,939Created with quill18's MemeGen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107016177373665093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107016177373665093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107016177373665093' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107016166144334482</id><published>2003-11-29T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:08:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F A M E by spazyspagName:Youre famous for:Hosting 28 MTV shows You get famous:December 3, 2016You make $$ per/year:$1.36598682724709e+15Do people like you?Everyone loves you Dead/Alive:No one knows Created with quill18's MemeGen!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107016166144334482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107016166144334482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107016166144334482' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-107007230116997189</id><published>2003-11-28T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T21:19:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn its almost been a week since my last post...hum..im getting lazy...o wait...i was grounded for half the week and then i was workin every night...i started my sat dictionary...its fun...but not really..i saw tom at work today..that was chill..i see him like once a week when im working...but um....i sat around the house for most of the week off already...i made the turkey last night...so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107007230116997189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/107007230116997189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107007230116997189' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106955694684773134</id><published>2003-11-22T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T22:09:46.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are: Thursday.You have a great will to overcome the problems youface through positivity and you probably needto cut your hair. What New Jersey band are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106955694684773134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106955694684773134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106955694684773134' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106955631413174575</id><published>2003-11-22T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T21:59:14.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so today was mad crazy...likel i can't even talk about it because so much happend..lets just say that i got to school at 5 and then left at 4 and then went to work at 430 and then got home at 930..and then i was running on 5 hours of sleep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106955631413174575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106955631413174575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106955631413174575' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106938187815068786</id><published>2003-11-20T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:31:55.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so band is horrible this week...i want to go back to concert band...and i dont want to play the thing on saturday...i really dont like the music or any thing....but im going to make districe band acording to snyder...im working my ass off to make this becuase i want to get as high as i can go..and working on it on the pic and stuf..so i can try to make it on pic..but i wont becuase the pic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106938187815068786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106938187815068786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106938187815068786' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106886568261378320</id><published>2003-11-14T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:08:32.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i worked today....for liek 5 hours...it was sick..i make a whole shit load of candles....tre fun...i saw matt and libby at the mall..and they chilled for a while and watched me make the candles....and then i almost sold to like 2 people but they were all like nah..ill come back next week...some other stuff happend today..but ya as usual i can't remember...and all the stuff yesterday...i dont</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106886568261378320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106886568261378320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106886568261378320' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106869365431822921</id><published>2003-11-12T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:21:21.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so i went to work tonight..man i love going to that place...its so much fun..i get to work tomorrow at like 1 to 5 so everyone has to come and see me... i made like 5 candles in 3 hours tonight...one was an eagles candle so it was green and black..ad then i made 4 other ones...they were sorta that same..it was like solid red and then solid green and then solid blue and then solid purple..and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106869365431822921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106869365431822921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106869365431822921' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106860199593439703</id><published>2003-11-11T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:53:41.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ya i didn't have to go to work today...i was all done pracitcie and i got changed to go to work and i called my mom to pick me up and she was like o ya u dont have to go in..i was so pissed...and then i actually ate dinner...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106860199593439703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106860199593439703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106860199593439703' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106851848502056846</id><published>2003-11-10T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:41:48.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just got home from work....and it was fun...i got to work with sarah....i got my first pay check..it was only 20 bucks becuas i worked one day this week..but o well...i have all this homework that i didn't do that i have left at school..so im going to have to do it in the am..in the band room and what not..and then probably steal someones and do thiers too...but its chill...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106851848502056846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106851848502056846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106851848502056846' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106826103754491688</id><published>2003-11-07T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T22:10:58.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so i have a job tomorrow...haha...with the candle guy in the mall..and then right after that im goign to the biocoogana show...and im so excited...hhahaa...tonight was the last game of the year..and everyone cried...it was so cool..haha.but ya..i haven't blogged in a while becasue i did't have anythng to say...and i was also too lazy..and then one day my computer just sucked....haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106826103754491688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106826103754491688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106826103754491688' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106799686870314025</id><published>2003-11-04T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:48:04.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so i didn't do anything that fun...except today after school...i went to get my baithingsuit fitting junk..and katrinca gave me a ride home and we laughed the whole way...we had a good time...i think thats all that went on today....but hey i have the worst memorie ever..and my mom and i were talking yesterday...she was like ya if u did drugs..aka..pot..i woulnd't be able to notice on a lose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106799686870314025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106799686870314025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799686870314025' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106790814883193194</id><published>2003-11-03T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:09:24.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so nothin really happened yesterday..that i can remember now...ya and today i was all sick and stuff but i got better..and then i came home and i chilled and did my homework..and i never thought that it would be so much fun to make a crossword puzzle...it was truely fun..and then i went shopping but i didn't buy anything at all..and then i hadto go to the orthodontis and they canceled so i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106790814883193194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106790814883193194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106790814883193194' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106774161774774519</id><published>2003-11-01T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T21:53:49.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so today i didn't do anything that fun...i slept over aimees house last night...and it was me caitlin and emily...we were up until god knows when becuase the clock in the room was wrong and aimee fell asleep before we did...and then she woke up like right before we went to sleep and was omg omg ouch ouch..that hurt so bad...and we were like what are u talking about and she was like omg i have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106774161774774519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106774161774774519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106774161774774519' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106756506973489799</id><published>2003-10-30T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T20:51:19.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so today was weird...i guess...i went to the hayride again tonight...it was so funny...i saw this guy there working it and we were flirting and he was likel 18ish...it wa so cool..and he was so hot..but then i was standing outside the maze becuase i didnt want to go in and i saw laural and she stood with me and then the chainsaw guy came and attaced me..and i seriously cried...and then i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106756506973489799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106756506973489799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106756506973489799' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106747806816797010</id><published>2003-10-29T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T20:41:14.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya today we had marching band practice outside...and we marched on the tennis courts and it was so funny...everyone was so confused and stuff i just laughed so hard...and then it was my dads b day and we had dinner and we laughed about junk but i dont remember any of it...and then i played this football game on the playstation 2 and it was really hard and my brother kicked my ass..and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106747806816797010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106747806816797010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747806816797010' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106739262547758311</id><published>2003-10-28T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T20:57:12.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so there was a "big" fire at my neighbors house today...it wasn't really a fire...it was some electrical thing...liek my sister and i were sittin inside and then we see these fire trucks...from lima and lenigh hights....and i was like whoa i guess edgmont isn't coming..then 5 mins later edgmont comes..and then 5 more mins later concordville comes..then 5 mins later than that an other concordville</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106739262547758311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106739262547758311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106739262547758311' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106739168874572783</id><published>2003-10-28T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T20:41:35.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so lets see...today was the first time in like a year i didn't spend the time before homeroom in the band room..i had to get out of that place...but ya  just walked around with heckman...i had like 4 tests and then i went to the mall today and i bought this new pair of pants and they are really cool..i like them alot...and then i turned in my application for deb...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106739168874572783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106739168874572783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106739168874572783' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106730276803074865</id><published>2003-10-27T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T19:59:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so um..today wooo..not...um...lets see...today i find out that i have like 6 million tests tomorrow..and that the marking period is over this week..a good thing that happened was that everyone loved my hair today...they all came and touched it and stuff...this is a reminder to myself..and basically everyone...guys suck..and i hate them...well some of them...and ya im not going to go out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106730276803074865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106730276803074865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730276803074865' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106722055914401927</id><published>2003-10-26T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:09:23.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yes today was very eventfulli woke up at like 11..well it was really 10 and i thought i was 11 and i got excited that i slept late and then i went down stairs and the clock said 10 so i felt dumb...and then i went to my lacrosse age and i think we lost but we dont keep score..and then i was talking to danielle breese and she was like ya today we set our clocks back and i was like wait dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106722055914401927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106722055914401927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106722055914401927' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106713020399775311</id><published>2003-10-25T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T21:03:27.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so last we lost the football game...it was still fun though becuase i was wearing my new uniform..and then i went over to my babys house..aka heather..and then we woke up at like 8 and made breakfast..my costume.and all this other neat stuff...and then we went and got donuts and went to the halloween parade..it was fun..i even learend like 5 8th graders names...and tonight went with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106713020399775311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106713020399775311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106713020399775311' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106702695615031052</id><published>2003-10-24T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:22:37.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so we are totally wearing the new uniforms...they are so amazing..i love them.ahhatomorrow is the halloween parade and im going to be a fairy..yes a fairy...im making my costume tonight at heathers after the football game..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106702695615031052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106702695615031052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106702695615031052' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106695750895733459</id><published>2003-10-23T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:05:09.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we are going to BOSTON..ya we are and we get to see the blue men..and i love them...is going to be so amazing... ya so notin exciting happend today..i get to see readers theather tomorrow...and i hope its good but i heard from people that is was really bad and if it is people will get hurt...im sleeping over heathers tomorrow night and we are making our out fits..its going to be so amazing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106695750895733459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106695750895733459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106695750895733459' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106687185862546821</id><published>2003-10-22T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:17:38.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so mr snyder suprised us all and took us to the hay ride tonight..it was so amazing...i had so much fun...i loved it...whoa..i love band....so much excting things happened today i didn't even remember half of them..aha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106687185862546821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106687185862546821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106687185862546821' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106678348348958093</id><published>2003-10-21T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:44:43.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bettie Boop Who 's Your Inner Sexy Cartoon Chick ? brought to you by Quizillao ya...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106678348348958093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106678348348958093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tutti4.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106678348348958093' title=''/><author><name>melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382104560268259793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5006087.post-106678309141746304</id><published>2003-10-21T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:38:11.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya so we got the NEW BAND UNIFORMS....I WATCHED JAQUIE PUT HERS ON AND IT WAS SO AMAZING...i loved it..now im watching hookus pookus on the telly because its lik my fav. movie ever.aha...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106678309141746304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5006087/posts/default/106678309141746304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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