<?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-3860001</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:10:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of Everywhere</title><subtitle type='html'>" How many times have u been pushed around? Is anybody there? Does anybody care? How many times have your friends let you down? Is anybody there? Did anybody stare?...."
Welcome to my world; a whisper in a world thats much too loud..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-112472051350442126</id><published>2005-08-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T07:21:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so.. havent posted here in a while.  if you´re looking for me though, and u cant seem to find me... try my myspace. here´s the link:http://www.myspace.com/lettucelovesme</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/112472051350442126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/112472051350442126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112472051350442126' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-110426054866262223</id><published>2004-12-28T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T11:02:28.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its raining outside. I've discovered that my turtle's filter doesnt get quiet like i thought it did. Instead, it simply turns itself off and on.I bought a new purse yesterday, after having resisted for much a long time.I have to buy ryan's bday present, as well as give him the other christmas presents.Carlos bought me the Mary Poppins Dvd.Thanks crystal for the magazine thingy of my love, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/110426054866262223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/110426054866262223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110426054866262223' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-110012127637598678</id><published>2004-11-10T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:14:36.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a restaurant on Sunday...My dad says to my brother while eating some fries-"Please pass me the liberal ketchup"And they wonder where my humor comes from.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/110012127637598678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/110012127637598678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110012127637598678' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109951649139721094</id><published>2004-11-03T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:14:51.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I the only one partly happy about Bush winning the presidency?Ok.. so he choked on a pretzel, sent us off to war, and did a lot of other dumb things. He still led us in A direction. Kerry on the other hand, wouldnt have known what to do with himself. He seems so led by the majority vote, he never picks a direction and goes every which way. And his plan..... nonexistent. Some people said they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109951649139721094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109951649139721094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109951649139721094' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109944504975767519</id><published>2004-11-02T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:24:09.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love him so much! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109944504975767519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109944504975767519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109944504975767519' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109936731769254943</id><published>2004-11-01T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:48:37.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes From an Awesome Movie:("When Harry Met Sally")Harry Burns : I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.Marie (played by princess leia!) : All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109936731769254943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109936731769254943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109936731769254943' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109825305529490162</id><published>2004-10-19T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T23:17:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you to kate for sending this in...With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed.  Larry La Prise, the man who wrote  "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was gettinghim into the coffin. They put his left leg in - and then the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109825305529490162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109825305529490162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109825305529490162' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109814997955777473</id><published>2004-10-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T18:42:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh Rainy DAY.......I dont really like it when its rainy outside. I mean, i guess there are good things and bad things to it. Good thing: its not hot. Bad Thing: Its actually rather cold. Good thing: Things get wet. Bad thing: I get wet. Good thing: I am not blinded by the sun's rays. Bad thing: the windows of my car fog up and i can't see at all.I took my physics exam today. I'm actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109814997955777473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109814997955777473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109814997955777473' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109769853299107162</id><published>2004-10-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T13:15:32.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its 1:03 p.m in san diego... and i have nothing to do.I've managed to do all of the things i said i was gonna do throughout the week within 2 simple days. Well... almost all because i didnt get to turn in my calc homework, but thats not important. Today i woke up.. rather late but anyways, and got dressed and came to school. Here i sat eating my lunch while doing my chem lab in advance as well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109769853299107162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109769853299107162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109769853299107162' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109640750199300915</id><published>2004-09-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T14:38:21.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished my history essay,, only took me two hours between cleaning my room.. and listening to the radio.. and dancing around in my room by myself.... and eating cereal... and wathing people's court... yeah. I'm done. BREAKTIME! i have unti 245....maybe 250. but no later than 250. I have chem next. And then break from chem at 5....maybe 7 depending which lecture i wanna goto. Iono maybe i'll just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109640750199300915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109640750199300915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109640750199300915' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109630551813927469</id><published>2004-09-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T10:18:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In other news.This weekend was pretty enjoyable for me, minus the fact that i spent it here in san diego, with my roommate at home in duarte. I managed to keep myself busy, i cleaned.. thoroughly, and hooked up with some friends, which has been quite lacking for me lately. I was really excited that they still wanted to hang out with me considering how much i hadnt hung out with them last year...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109630551813927469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109630551813927469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109630551813927469' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109630504015473106</id><published>2004-09-27T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T10:10:40.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!......................Physics?So friday i took my physics exam.. the one i studied ALL day for.. the one i went CRAZY for... and yeah. So i took it and was kinda sad since i didnt think that i had done all that well because yeah i guess i just didnt. But guess what? I got a B! ok ok.. so its not the A thats gonna help me raise my gpa to where i want it to be, but the way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109630504015473106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109630504015473106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109630504015473106' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109604674916726002</id><published>2004-09-24T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T10:25:49.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Physics......static energy, kinetic energy, tension,... BLAH. So i finally took the test today that i was studying for all yesterday. I'd say that a lot of my studying paid off because there were those questions that i knew right of the bat. Then there were those that just made me sad because like i knew them but i couldnt remember the last part of how to get the final answer.. and yeah that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109604674916726002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109604674916726002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109604674916726002' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109599659178030869</id><published>2004-09-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:29:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Masochist( Via dictionary.com)mas·och·ism    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (ms-kzm)n.1.The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused.2.The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself.3.A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109599659178030869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109599659178030869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109599659178030869' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109599594352695558</id><published>2004-09-23T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:23:19.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  I finally did this for kevin. Conscious selfOverall selfTake Free Enneagram Personality Test      Enneagram Test Results   Type 1  Perfectionism   72%   Type 2  Helpfulness  82%    Type 3  Image Focus    53%   Type 4 Hypersensitivity    29%    Type 5  Detachment    31%   Type 6 Anxiety    65%    Type 7  Adventurousness    73%    Type 8 Aggressiveness    57%    Type 9 Calmness   51%   Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109599594352695558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109599594352695558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109599594352695558' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109544208672833328</id><published>2004-09-17T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:28:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you've been doing your physics homework for too long when..*the thought of getting an answer right makes you yell out an excited YES!!*you can easily explain it to your friend over aol instant messenger*your room looks like that of a mad scientist ( crumpled papers all around covered with nonsensical formulas)*you've begun reviewing it with fellow classmates on the PHYSICS DISCUSSION</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109544208672833328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109544208672833328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109544208672833328' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109544208608462921</id><published>2004-09-17T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:28:06.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you've been doing your physics homework for too long when..*the thought of getting an answer right makes you yell out an excited YES!!*you can easily explain it to your friend over aol instant messenger*your room looks like that of a mad scientist ( crumpled papers all around covered with nonsensical formulas)*you've begun reviewing it with fellow classmates on the PHYSICS DISCUSSION</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109544208608462921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109544208608462921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109544208608462921' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109529103665031345</id><published>2004-09-15T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:30:36.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i come to school and feel really prepared for what i'm about to do. Today has been one of those days. This morning i got up.. sleepily showered and got dressed ( with make-up too!) and drove off to school.  Following my first class, which sadly was boring enough to put me to sleep, i went and did my chem pre-lab ( all by myself) in the lunch quad. Chemistry lecture was next, which i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109529103665031345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109529103665031345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109529103665031345' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109381739097801615</id><published>2004-08-29T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T15:09:50.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... i've officially been here for like three days, and i've run out of things to do.On wednesday we did most of our un-packing which turned out rather nicely since we each could do our own rooms as we please. There wasnt any conflict in deciding who got which room, since i already had an idea of which one she wanted, and was so happy just to have my own room that i didnt care which one i got. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109381739097801615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109381739097801615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109381739097801615' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109175694625869457</id><published>2004-08-05T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:49:06.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More WORK!!! Boo/Yay.....Monday( Or tuesday if my switch goes thru): 3-9pm CashierWednesday:930-330 CashierFriday:3-9 CashierSaturday:3-9 cashierSunday: 1230-730 CashierGood News...On wednesday me and cass work together!!!!Bad News...15 days to move in day....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109175694625869457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109175694625869457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109175694625869457' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109122908128518122</id><published>2004-07-30T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:11:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Schedule for this week... ( just in case you were planning on doing something with me, which doesnt really apply to ANY of you poopieheads)Sunday-8/1 : 3-9pm Beach CashierMonday-8/2 : 930am-330pm Beach CashierTuesday-8/3 :245-845pm Exit CartWednesday-8/4: 130-645pm Sandal Scandal (for stupid ppl with sensitive feet)Thursday-8/5: 930am-330pm Beach CashierFriday-8/6 :930am-330pm Beach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109122908128518122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109122908128518122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109122908128518122' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109030848588928936</id><published>2004-07-20T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:28:05.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not my favorite artist.. but a good song, and she does kind of a gwen stefani thing towards the end which is cool.... "Just Let Me Cry"- Ashlee SimpsonI'm about to lose controlI, I don't know whyWhy you need some reason to feel lost insideYou, you know that I'm alrightYou know that I'm just the kind of girl that feels so hurt and smilesI don't use excusesDon't ask whyIt's just a breakdownIt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109030848588928936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109030848588928936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109030848588928936' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-109030758906371415</id><published>2004-07-20T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:13:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did u ever see that episode of friends...? Its so hard to say that considering how there were SO freakin many episodes. I dont remember what season it was, and my little part that i remember really means nothing to it, but its just funny that i remembered it all of a sudden. Its the one where Ross and Rachel arent together,....(lol) and they're arguing..... and Rachel says something about being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109030758906371415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/109030758906371415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109030758906371415' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-108398225470252138</id><published>2004-05-07T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T19:15:16.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i havent blogged about my feelings in a while. Or maybe i just havent blogged in general. But i think its time. So... Yeah its gonna be hard to kinda put this out there, but whatever. If people read it then great, if they dont then thats better. I dont wanna talk about it if you're thinking, oh well this will be a good opportunity for me to talk to nat about her feelings,.... because yeah i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/108398225470252138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/108398225470252138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108398225470252138' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-108071724907471644</id><published>2004-03-30T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T23:17:40.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK so maybe its just me. I'm trying not to read into this. Trying not to be hurt...  yeah. Well i'll be around i guess. I love dashboard.Dashboard Confessionals-For you to noticeI'm starting to fashion an idea in my headwhere I would impress youwith every single word I said.Would come out insightful, or brave, or smooth, or charmingand you'd want to call me..And I would be there every time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/108071724907471644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/108071724907471644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108071724907471644' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-108000905798987099</id><published>2004-03-22T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T18:34:18.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so maybe i'm just in a wierd mood since i'm back in san diego.. but yeah.  I was just taking in a lot of stuff last nite, in the midst of my hour of craziness... and i just kinda got sad. Its wierd because kevin was even talking to me about people who make themselves sad.. and i dont know how that relates so nevermind. I dunno.. carlos was just being a brat last nite.. and then i started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/108000905798987099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/108000905798987099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000905798987099' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107759063785990039</id><published>2004-02-23T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T18:46:41.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think i'm experiencing sonya withdrawals again. Its wierd because i keep on seeing those little bike thingies that she wants, and think.. "sonya wants one of those". Also, i have pictures of us in my rooms.. and i talked to her on friday. I know i had said that we would hang out this past weekend.. but it was just so blah. THIS weekend.. yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107759063785990039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107759063785990039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759063785990039' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107715191892042489</id><published>2004-02-18T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:54:35.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something about getting Ice Cream when it rains. Maybe its the rebellion that you feel. It seems wrong to get ice cream in the rain... doesnt it? Its ok when its hot,.. or even if its just warm..but when its straight cold and rainy, it just doesnt make sense. Thats great. I guess the real reason we got ice cream though is because it is wednesday and thats what we do on wednesdays. I  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107715191892042489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107715191892042489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715191892042489' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107709026383066501</id><published>2004-02-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T23:46:59.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this one's for YOU. ( You know who you are)Sometimes its good to have a friend who knows your history. Someone u can just bring up random things with and they'll know exactly what you're talking about. I'm fortunate to have several such friends, and i love them very much. Its sad when you have to be away from them though, the miles.... you just feel them. And its hard because sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107709026383066501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107709026383066501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107709026383066501' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107664041535378071</id><published>2004-02-12T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T18:49:24.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt; &gt; Here's something that you may enjoy:&gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; Have you ever wondered if your mind is normal&gt; &gt; or different?? Well, do this&gt; &gt; little mind exercise and find out at the end!!&gt; &gt; Free will or synaptic wiring?&gt; &gt; You be the judge. Check out the following&gt; &gt; exercise, guaranteed to raise an&gt; &gt; eyebrow. There's no trick or surprise. Just&gt; &gt; follow these instructions, and&gt; &gt; answer the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107664041535378071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107664041535378071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664041535378071' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107618840676052817</id><published>2004-02-07T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T13:16:53.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i sit and wonder why i moved to san diego. Why did i take myself out of my comfort zone? Because honestly, when you think about it, my circle of friends and i ruled Duarte.. and all surrounding cities for that matter. I know how to get almost anywhere in 5 minutes or less, i know how to get to almost anybody's house, its just convenient really. San Diego is a joke sometimes. I drive for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107618840676052817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107618840676052817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618840676052817' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107474453965502728</id><published>2004-01-21T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:10:59.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ryan Just reminded me about the Episode in I love Lucy where the couple gets into that argument about space. They basically divide the house.. ith tape, and each has to stay on their side. Well.. if tape came in the form of A's &amp; N's written with a sharpie pen... then we'd have a house divided by it too. Part of me laughs at the ridiculousness of it all, just as one would laugh at lucy and ricky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107474453965502728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107474453965502728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474453965502728' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107423040006028100</id><published>2004-01-15T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:25:19.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pay It Forward Instructions: 1. Copy this whole list into your journal. 2. Bold the things that you have in common with me. 3. Whatever you don't bold, replace with things about you. 01. I have made bad decisions... 02. And I have a few small regrets. But hardly any big ones. 03. I tried telling everyone the truth at one time, then i realized that they didnt want to hear it. 04. I want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107423040006028100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107423040006028100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423040006028100' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107345814236399494</id><published>2004-01-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T22:50:42.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny Story..I sent out an email a couple days ago.. to people on my mailing list.. lol. I got a couple of replies.. mostly "hey whats up.." or "havent heard from you in a while.." and one "sorry i didnt call..." lol..  But the one that stood out was one by someone who i havent talked to in a while it seems. We've had our differences before.. but it seemed like i had forgotten about them up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107345814236399494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107345814236399494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107345814236399494' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107091666279589671</id><published>2003-12-08T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T12:52:04.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i'll start my discussion with the things that happened on thursday. It's true, i did something that was kinda mean, and i wish that there had been another way. I just felt that all of my feelings up until that point had been hurt and become numb to it. Too many times had i fallen victim to something that was within my power to stop. Also i think i got tired of crying about it to people, just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107091666279589671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107091666279589671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091666279589671' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-107091589361846187</id><published>2003-12-08T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T12:39:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont wanna abandon my blog.. but there are just so many things which i cannot write here anymore. I feel that it will be easier to control my discussion on this weekend's events by using my melo.    So these arent my entire feelings. Just some of the ones that had to be said on this particular site. My melo is : www.melodramatic.com/users/valandra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107091589361846187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/107091589361846187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091589361846187' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106918795771764952</id><published>2003-11-18T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T12:39:51.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check this out ppls. Its freakin great. I cant believe how effective and ACCURATE it is.http://www.crushcalculator.com/cc.cgi?id=1069230463hddi guess if the link doesnt come up then just paste that into your browser or whatever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106918795771764952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106918795771764952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918795771764952' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106858097126142958</id><published>2003-11-11T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:03:16.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well melo is really retarted right now so imma write here. I have so much to do today, i really should get to it. But i dont want to. I want to go somewhere... Iono. I guess i'm just frustrated. Frustrated that i put so much effort into things and always come up short somehow. I always study for the wrong things, forgot to put something in my essay... plan activities that no one can make, think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106858097126142958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106858097126142958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106858097126142958' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106788170824556617</id><published>2003-11-03T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T09:48:42.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Havent really written here for a while.. stupid melo consuming my time. Actually, i havent gotten to share my feelings very much at all lately.. so i figured that i would put a little song about some things that just bug me. The important stuff i'll put in my melo, which for those of you who dont have the link is: www.melodramatic.com/users/valandra  .. and yep.so.... esta cancion es para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106788170824556617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106788170824556617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788170824556617' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106669858321920326</id><published>2003-10-20T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T18:09:43.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was talking to my friend today about relationships and stuff. Its funny how situations that i never shared with her before seemed to be occuring in both our lives again. I like that our friendship is coming back. I like it a lot. It makes me happy to think that i have friends who still care enough to continue a long distance friendship with me.  It makes me VERY happy,lol. So. I love this song.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106669858321920326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106669858321920326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106669858321920326' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106571495229484774</id><published>2003-10-09T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T08:55:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in my rws class right now... where a guy is explaining to us how to use the search engine for the library. JOY. I turned in my essay on identity along with my english portfolio. It ended up taking longer than i had thought it would. I woke up at 6 this morning... and had breakfast too. I even took the time and get dressed properly as most would say.  at 9:30 i have a communications exam that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106571495229484774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106571495229484774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571495229484774' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106495028637683954</id><published>2003-09-30T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T12:31:26.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chemistry is a horrible subject. I have a chemistry exam tomorrow. It is the first chemistry exam of the semester, but we have already taken two quizzes and done three labs. I have a borderline b\c in my chemistry class. That is pretty good  for me, considering that i dont like chemistry. I have a chemistry discussion class in 30 minutes. All of tonite and tomorrow will be consumed with studying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106495028637683954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106495028637683954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495028637683954' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106463522606608779</id><published>2003-09-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T21:00:26.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've decided to write about this here because its less accessible to everyone in melo-land... plus who needs stupid karma anyways. I'm sad that i feel so insecure sometimes. Like its wierd i guess, because i feel a certain way, and i stick with it... and thats not good. I already have the pessimism thing going for me, but the small burst of insecurities dont help. Sometimes i think that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106463522606608779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106463522606608779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463522606608779' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106419375107519691</id><published>2003-09-21T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T18:22:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God speaks to us so AMAZINGLY. Its incredible how easily we forget about things. Today i was in church, and the preacher was talkin about how we ask God for things.. and being specific and stuff. And it was just like.... i dunno. I loved it.  I cant really write about how it touched me.. but thats not what this entry was gonna be about anyways.  So i thought i lost my credit card this weekend. It</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106419375107519691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106419375107519691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419375107519691' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106383814614108555</id><published>2003-09-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T15:35:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College life is wierd. Especially this college life. Its not APU at all.. maybe its anti-apu? I dunno.. i wouldnt say that i'm in "sin city" but its just wierd.. and it scares me sometimes. Like everyone knows me as this "good girl". Oh natalie is such a prick she doesnt drink or smoke or blah... and then its such a shock that i would goto a school where they do all that and more! Seriously, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106383814614108555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106383814614108555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106383814614108555' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106365518566705222</id><published>2003-09-15T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T12:46:25.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah so here's the continuation of what i was saying in my melo. So if u havent read my melo then maybe u should read it first cuz otherwise you're just gonna be confused and then u wont get any of what i am doing. SO... if you've continued reading then congratulations you get to here the rest of my very long tale. So.. i believe i was at.. people getting into it and i thought we had resolved it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106365518566705222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106365518566705222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106365518566705222' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106330717460487813</id><published>2003-09-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T12:06:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... the real cancun. Its... yeah. I mean personally.. its not my type of movie. It wasn't so extremely bad... but distasteful at some parts. There was this one part though that i loved. This nerdy dude is talking to these two black guys about how he cant get a girl and doesnt know how to approach them and stuff.. and so they tell him to take it slow and stuff.. cuz when u go too fast the girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106330717460487813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106330717460487813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330717460487813' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106321015540626531</id><published>2003-09-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T09:09:15.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well..i've been trying hard all morning to remember those old DHS cheers. Sad that its been less than a year and i've already forgotten them. I think i'm gonna come home and watch the game..  against monrovia. If it is indeed against monrovia. Cuz.. well you know.. its monrovia! so yeah. PLus i hear that leadership is doing something and i wanna see all my lil people do their "thang". Yeah.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106321015540626531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106321015540626531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321015540626531' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106261750903938366</id><published>2003-09-03T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:31:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have a goodbye kiss- much passion and longing,but never lasting. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla Now that was depressing. What do u mean i'm the goodbye kiss? those are (were?) so sad! I dont even know why i took that one. It was kind of pointless., because yeah. BUt i dunno. now i'm gonna start thinking about kissing.... like why do we do it? what compels us to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106261750903938366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106261750903938366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106261750903938366' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106261649514240672</id><published>2003-09-03T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:14:55.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aww.. i wonder how that happened. Slowly my moral begins to raise..Pirates of the Caribbean! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106261649514240672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106261649514240672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106261649514240672' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106252847481935139</id><published>2003-09-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:47:54.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new posts on my other blog! I hope to get internet soon......................BOO TO STUPID COX CABLE! And the roach guy too! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106252847481935139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106252847481935139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252847481935139' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106107597714354742</id><published>2003-08-16T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:51:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So this will most likely me my last official post.. as an official duartean. Tomorrow i guess i'm a San Diego-an? lol. Iono. I have a song, you know me and songs.. Save Tonight Go on and close the curtainsAll we need is candlelightYou and me and a bottle of wineGoing to hold you tonightWe know I'm going awayHow I wish....wish it weren't soTake this wine &amp; drink with meLet's delay our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106107597714354742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106107597714354742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106107597714354742' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106105544581773075</id><published>2003-08-16T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:48:50.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some sad goodbye songs, and a few dedications goin through my mind....No Such Thing- John Mayer (" I just cant wait till my ten year reunion...")Goodbye My friend- Spice GirlsSo yesterday- Hillary Duff ( not a goodbye song, but.."if is over,let it go)Because you loved me- Celine DionTime- The backstreet boys ( too my dhs ppl.. "look where we are and what we've been through")Say the words- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106105544581773075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106105544581773075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106105544581773075' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106105348455096529</id><published>2003-08-16T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T10:04:44.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its so wierd to think of how much things have changed over highschool... and then how they havent.  You think that maybe,,,...maybe you'll get that cool ending that you always saw in those teen tv shows..where everyone is cool in the end, and most get what they wanted. What did I want..? (i'm sure you're asking..) i wanted to still have the friends that meant the most to me, for my x to grow up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106105348455096529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106105348455096529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106105348455096529' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106067037238465766</id><published>2003-08-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T23:39:32.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so so so.. less than a week until i will be writing from san diego. Well i'm glad yesterday's post finally went up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106067037238465766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106067037238465766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106067037238465766' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106049260180216484</id><published>2003-08-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T23:07:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dinner???? ROCKY ROAD!!! This must be the best dinner i've had in awhile. its so yummy! My day today was interesting... i got to talk to sonya for a bit in the morning, which was good cuz i've been missin her...but then she goes off to Santa Barbara for the day, so i couldnt see her. Then i had McDonalds for lunch, and my mom and i went to meet Ryan at Best Buys so we could buy... MY NEW LAPTOP!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106049260180216484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106049260180216484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106049260180216484' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106038803724657667</id><published>2003-08-08T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T17:13:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WELCOME BACK ME!!! well i'm back now, but i'm not gonna start talking about my trip in its entirety, because i feel that ig i dont, it forces you guys to ask me, which will lead to us talking, which is what i want, so... there.. no more highlights..lol.i must say that my feelings have been mixed since i returned from peru. Some things happened the way i wanted to (work) and others...just didnt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106038803724657667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106038803724657667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106038803724657667' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-106038607152312776</id><published>2003-08-08T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T16:41:11.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have i said how much i LOVE Avril Lavigne? (even tho she's younger than me).. Her wordsspeak my heart...(especially the la la la's at the end.. my favorite part!)"Mobile" Went back home againthis sucks gotta pack up and leave againsay goodbye to all my friendscan't say when I'll be there againIt's time now to turn aroundTurn my back onEVERYTHING (turn my back on) everything....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106038607152312776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/106038607152312776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106038607152312776' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105994810153278394</id><published>2003-08-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T15:01:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a few days without the internet and natalie turns into a loon. Mas highlights! *well... i miss you guys!!!!!! *we (jon and i) just escaped from the family to come here and enjoy some online time. we were at my uncles restaurant.. where they serve VERY good food, and we can watch whatever we want on tv. At first, it was a lil wierd, because the cousins that we know werent there.. so it was all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105994810153278394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105994810153278394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105994810153278394' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105935131317051033</id><published>2003-07-27T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T17:20:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one good way to get my love on my blog. ( thanks jason!)this was me...You are "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."You're more than a little world-weary, but alsointelligent and you keep your head when thingsget dodgy.  You're everybody's favoritedrinking buddy, but your stubbornness does getin the way sometimes. Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105935131317051033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105935131317051033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105935131317051033' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105935053562157801</id><published>2003-07-27T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T17:02:15.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.... What do i say.. HIGHLIGHTS!!!!*the keyboard that i am using is quite different, so excuse me if i type incorrectly.. or more incorrectly than usual..lol.*the ppl here are really nice... except for the guy next to me who is killing me with his second hand smoke. luckily, he cant understand english.... JERK!*the food is good, i'm used to it, except for the consumption of HOUSEHOLD PETS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105935053562157801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105935053562157801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105935053562157801' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105893667345750673</id><published>2003-07-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T22:04:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carlos &amp; Natalie DAY!!!Today, my last day in the U.S. for two weeks, was pretty cool. It started with me waking up to check formy registration time, 11:45... which gave me some time to spend with carlos before RW. SO i picked up jon from school, then went to get carlos. We went in his house, PURPLE, and saw all his childhood pictures,... he hasnt changed. His dog was in his sisters room, under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105893667345750673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105893667345750673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105893667345750673' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105875742139169548</id><published>2003-07-20T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T22:09:07.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enough about natalie's non-existent love life... LETS TALK SIX FLAGS!!!So yesterday was supercool, although i gave everyone a real hard time about everything. HEY... thats how i am, lol. It started at the church, where we loaded up the vans\suburbans, and headed off to Six flags. I went with the thomas', which was quite an extension of my comfort level, but it was cool because i had volunteered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105875742139169548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105875742139169548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875742139169548' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105875265804742177</id><published>2003-07-20T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T20:13:34.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's something about eye contact that always makes me laugh. Today i was talking to this person, you see, who had this thing for looking directly into my eyes, even when he wasnt talking to me. He'd be talking to someone on his radio and still look at me, answer his cell phone and glance over to make sure i was still paying attention. It was funny,.. because i'm not too sure that people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105875265804742177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105875265804742177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875265804742177' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105841378461497646</id><published>2003-07-16T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T20:49:44.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is so "Interesting"?.. lol..*LOVE JOHNNY DEPP!* Is it true? Mebe... You represent... hope.You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopelessromantic.  You enjoy being creative and don'tmind being alone at times.  You have goals, andknow what you want in life... even if they area little far fetched. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla After reading the other results i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105841378461497646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105841378461497646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841378461497646' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105841235234570421</id><published>2003-07-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T20:25:52.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG... i'm just so in love with Disney. THEY DID IT AGAIN!  I totally went in thinking,, well i'm gonna like it cuz its disney and has johnny depp\orlando bloom. BUT OMG!!!! It was so great. I loved it.. and watched it for the most part, i only turned away a few times. I had to be strong cuz cass called me a baby...But yeah... i totally recommend it.... 1 billion percent.  I havent seen a movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105841235234570421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105841235234570421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841235234570421' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105833303901998154</id><published>2003-07-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T22:23:58.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song i have stuck in my head but didnt know all the words to... UNTIL NOW.Wrong Impression- NATALIE( awesome name) ImbrugliaCalling out, calling out Haven't you wonderedWhy I'm always alone When you're in my dreamsCalling out, calling out Haven't you wonderedWhy you're finding it hard Just looking at meI want you But I want you to understandI leave you I love youDidn't want to leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105833303901998154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105833303901998154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105833303901998154' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105829374837661880</id><published>2003-07-15T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T11:29:08.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i wrote this really great post yesterday. It was thoughtful... from the bottom of my little brown heart. But my comp froze right before i was gonna publish it, so yeah. I'll rewrite it soon. But not today.  I get to work today. JOY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105829374837661880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105829374837661880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105829374837661880' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105807248961909511</id><published>2003-07-12T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T22:01:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think  that people in general are just never really happy with what they have... and even if they may think they are.. its probably just because they've made it out to be something that it isnt. Why cant we all just frickin be happy? I look at some people, maybe even myself.. who complain about college.  They say.. (we say).. the university system screwed me, i didnt get the classes i wanted, i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105807248961909511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105807248961909511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105807248961909511' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105803344865890842</id><published>2003-07-12T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T11:10:48.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yawn* Well i must say that it was quite difficult to drag myself out of bed this morning. I am so tired....still. But since i'm up, i might as well do something productive...lol. Last nite was so much fun! sorry that some of you couldnt come. You missed a lot. Here's the run-down..* Jer made some AWESOME fruit platters (for a boy...) and yah they were good.* i discovered that my freezer is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105803344865890842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105803344865890842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105803344865890842' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105788334186638237</id><published>2003-07-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T17:29:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like this song....yay for evanescanceMy ImmortalI'm so tired of being heresupressed by all my childish fearsand if you have to leaveI wish that you would just leave'cause your presence still lingers hereand it won't leave me alonethese wounds won't seem to healthis pain is just too realthere's just too much that time cannot erasewhen you cried I'd wipe away all of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105788334186638237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105788334186638237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105788334186638237' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105786201740534681</id><published>2003-07-10T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T11:33:37.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You come from the Ocean.  You've always been drawnto the sea, the sound of the waves, the crystalblue water, near the sea is where you belong. Where Did Your Soul Originate? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105786201740534681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105786201740534681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105786201740534681' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105786005831392631</id><published>2003-07-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T11:00:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey ppl! umm..  yeah well i havent seen very many of you since.. well since we graduated, so i'm gonna reach out through this. This friday our church youth group (DFY) is having a Luau-type thing at my house. Its gonna be from 5-9ish.. and we're just gonna swim and do stuff at my house. It costs $3 for pizza and sodas.. but if u dont wanna eat with us then u come around 7 and i'm sure we'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105786005831392631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105786005831392631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105786005831392631' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105785943603318413</id><published>2003-07-10T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T10:52:33.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Confession.........I thought i hated you for the longest time. You were mean, and so i was mean in return... u would leave me without any warning,.. i just didnt get it. EVERYONE else liked you, and maybe i did too. But how could i admit it? You wouldnt let me! The minute i would say something positive about you... like about your looks or other attributes... you would stab me in the back! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105785943603318413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105785943603318413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785943603318413' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105763462880301156</id><published>2003-07-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T20:23:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My very first DHS alumni sighting occured today. I was coming home from picking up jon, and we were turning onto huntington when i notice a familiar car. I sat in the expedition thinking, why do i know this car..???? then i remembered... DAVID! aww.. my beloved lab partner. Not thinking, i sped up... practically tailgaiting him. I followed him closely all the way up encanto.. and right as i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105763462880301156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105763462880301156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105763462880301156' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105736292619831531</id><published>2003-07-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T16:55:26.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh beautiful fore-blah blah blah. lol.I cant spell . HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE! Today has been quite wierd. But i didnt really have any expectations so iono. It started with my wierd dream where i loved this guy named Cray ( ficiticious person, but good-lookin!)and yea. He didnt like me very much, but Jim Thompson kept on insisting that he should.. because I'm "smart". Thats what he said! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105736292619831531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105736292619831531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105736292619831531' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105694758674702290</id><published>2003-06-29T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T21:33:06.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well.This weekend has been an improvement from my lame-o week. Friday.... The day was boring. But nite-time was fun cuz ry and i got to hang out which never happens anymore ( which isnt MY fault..btw). But yeh... we went to starbucks...then to Old town pas, where it took forever to find parking....and then we went to the park.. PAST 10... and NO COPS came by to tell us to leave. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105694758674702290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105694758674702290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105694758674702290' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105676190070222783</id><published>2003-06-27T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T17:58:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have u ever had one of those days where u just felt completely odd? Or moments i suppose...I just got back from seeing "the hulk" with my mom and bro. I liked it. But upon returning home, i thought, crap now i hav nothing to do tonite! I've been to the movies twice this week, i think i've spent enough money at the mall... i went to disneyland for grad nite.... and either i'm working, my friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105676190070222783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105676190070222783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105676190070222783' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-105674629917832109</id><published>2003-06-27T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T13:38:19.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sooooooo........ its been a week since i graduated. And what have we to show for it?? Well. i've been working a lot... but not really. I've cleaned my house... EVERYDAY. My car has been thoroughly washed AND waxed.. and.. i've spent a large amount of money on clothes and ish.  Yep. People need to do stuff. I appreciate the calls i've gotten.... FROM CASSIE! lol ( hi cass).  Yep, i wanna do stuff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105674629917832109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/105674629917832109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105674629917832109' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95930558</id><published>2003-06-22T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T19:11:16.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK SO NOW IT'S MY TURN.... I havent done this in quite a while... but i've already cried once today so i think i'm gonna blow up too.... (lol Ryan)I'm so sick of hurtng people's feelings.. Am i really THAT BAD?! I dnt understand how the harder i try to nicely explain things.. the more people dont listen to me...  so i try and do it the mean way...( not a good idea, i know.) and it still doesnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95930558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95930558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95930558' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95929748</id><published>2003-06-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T18:42:09.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so... graduation season is finally over..and its time for the real world. I know u must be saying.. REAL WORLD?!!! NOOOO!!!!!!!!!! But i'm afraid that its true. We're off to college now... some of us.. and who knows where that will lead us.  In other news... a lot of the graduates made BANK! I personally made a large sum of money... which i splurged a lil... but have enough to last me the summer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95929748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95929748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95929748' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95836662</id><published>2003-06-19T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T14:02:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... The sun had already began to rise as she got out of bed. Anxiously she rushed to go take a shower so that she might not be late for practice, which would be starting promptly at 9 am. As she dressed, she recalled all of those pleasant memories which had been her four years in high school. All of the parties...study groups..relationships... wonderful.    Ok.. so my morning didnt go quite as i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95836662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95836662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95836662' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95812360</id><published>2003-06-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T19:24:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>randomboynamedjason: ya I really want to suck on some balls!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95812360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95812360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95812360' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95812332</id><published>2003-06-18T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T19:23:35.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALMOST DONE CLEANING! It's amazing to think how much time i have spent cleaning...up after everyone in my house this week. I got to finally work on my room today. I put the latest pictures up... which was nice. And i cleaned out my closet as well.  And.. i went to th school and walked with J.D., and that was cool, we got to talk to dr.brown which i hve i missed since there was no class. Its so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95812332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95812332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95812332' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95705562</id><published>2003-06-15T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T22:10:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I feel like such a jerk!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRYSTAL!!! ( two days late..) I'm so incredibly sorry that i was so angry i could not stop to think about my floridian friend! I wish u nothin  but the best. Are u still comin west? Come west crystal! Come west! lol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95705562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95705562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95705562' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95704554</id><published>2003-06-15T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T21:34:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So today.. i was playin my sims.. "the roomies" edition..and i went and got Avril's autograph... drea and janelle were singing at the time..lol. I love the sims... and i love Avril! She's so awesome... her songs speak through me today..."Tommorow" - Avril Lavigne	And I wanna believe you,When you tell me that it'll be ok,Ya I try to believe you,But I don'tWhen you say that it's gonna be,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95704554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95704554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95704554' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95677877</id><published>2003-06-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T22:29:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks jj for this idea.. sorry that i'm stealing it ( hope u dont mind)"Here is gone\just a girl\unwanted"All that I did was walk over -I tried to belong It didn't seem wrong That's how it went I had a smile on my face and I sat up straightAnd I got my defenses When it comes to your intentions for meThe moment that I step outside So many reasons For me to run and hide You and I got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95677877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95677877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95677877' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95676187</id><published>2003-06-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T20:35:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i think that i'm just crazy.. i think that its just me that makes everything in my life so difficult. Maybe i get upset too easily.. maybe i upset people too much.. maybe i have unreasonable\unexplicable standards.. maybe i dont tell people what i'm feeling.. maybe i expect people to seriously care about what i'm feeling.. maybe i feel too much for myself.. maybe i'm selfish.. maybe i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95676187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95676187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95676187' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95601413</id><published>2003-06-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T12:31:19.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Senior Breakfast was great!!! Highlights for today:* The guys making "pleasured" faces for andrea's pictures...*the had eggs made of powder*we were one of the last tabels to be called... TABLE 12!!!! lol.*we couldnt figure ou which glasses were ours..*Janelle got a SCHOLARSHIP!! a BIG one!*Bob took away $5000 .... probably will goto her new yacht...*I got a nice amount of money... but was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95601413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95601413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95601413' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95436614</id><published>2003-06-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T15:25:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So  our youth pastor is leaving us... hasnt this happened before? lol. It feels so cliche now... that no one really sticks around. Jason said it best when he said "we're a training group, people come to us to find out what they REALLY wanna do"..lol i love jason, he's so funny.  Its kinda sad.. even though i never really LIKED him that much. I guess i kinda got used to him..lol. Iono.. maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95436614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95436614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95436614' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95423630</id><published>2003-06-07T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T20:45:41.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimateheroine. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95423630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95423630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95423630' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95422890</id><published>2003-06-07T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T20:17:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i liked work today. Other than the fact that te manager was all pissy. She actually didnt get on me very much, it was more like she kept getting on everyone around me. It was so cool though, because i actually had a good day at work. Not that i dont normally like my work, but today was good. I got to see Erin and wish her a happy birthday, which was super-cool b\cihas hoped that i would see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95422890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95422890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95422890' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95422528</id><published>2003-06-07T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T20:04:09.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" FISH ARE FRIENDS.... NOT FOOD!" I love that movie so much ( Finding Nemo). I think its the best thing  Disney has come out with in a long time. It has restored my love in Disney.  I loved every single bit of it, the humor, the sadness.. the strangeness. It was all such an emotional roller coaster!  I especially loved the shark part, and since i know that most of you wont or already have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95422528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95422528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95422528' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95389546</id><published>2003-06-06T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T16:26:34.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 3 more days of school... high school that is. I wish there were a way to make these moments last without including the educational part of it. Why cant we just goto class and socialize with friends who we'll probably never see again? Its just not fair. It was wierd when justin asked me to write in his yearbook. What do  say to someone who was at one time one of my best friends? All of the drama </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95389546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95389546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95389546' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95257476</id><published>2003-06-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T15:48:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i guess that things are somewhat back to normal.......*sigh*. I had meant to write about it last nite, but i hd to watch my new reality tv show. So yeah... we kinda talked a lot about it...and i dont know that either of us are necessarily "over it" right now.. but there's a mutual wanting for the friendship to continue.. ( i think!, lol) So yeah.. we're coolio..lol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95257476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95257476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95257476' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95211824</id><published>2003-06-02T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T15:46:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Foresake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shall drink it with pleasure."- Ecclesiastes 9:10 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95211824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95211824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95211824' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95134068</id><published>2003-05-31T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T16:21:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>** I was listening to my burned cd's today and this song came on. It made me so sad!  I thought it was funny how it kinda applied to the ish thats goin on right now.. but more than anything its a sad song thats just so darn good!*I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore, Before you take a swing, I wonder What are we fighting for, When I say out loud, I want to get out of this, I wonder,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95134068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95134068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95134068' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95109779</id><published>2003-05-30T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T22:12:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna warn whoever reads this.. i'm gonna pull a you-know-who ( I LOVE U THO!) and write to a specific person in this entry. Now i know that this is "frowned upon", but i'm doing it for two reasons..: first i really dont give a darn because i can blog what i want.. and second.. I know that i could never tell this person the things i want to say (it just doesnt work). So,..if you know who you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95109779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95109779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95109779' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95044948</id><published>2003-05-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T11:41:50.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"School is SO useless now.." said Andrea in Ap English 12. As i sat and thought about this comment, i couldnt help but agree\disagree. Agree: So... we have to take a final for Calculus... even though the AP EXAM is over. WHY? All i'm gonna do is retake it next year..*Ms. Lasby is making us finish two labs and do our research projects. IN 8 DAYS. Stupid woman.*They go by so quickly, it seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95044948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95044948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95044948' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860001.post-95018873</id><published>2003-05-28T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T20:05:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i wonder if anyone really pays attention to my blog. Not necessarily the things i say.. but the things it stands for. Lettuce "break it down" here: Www. STOP YELLING. blogspot.com.. "welcome to my world.. a WHISPER in a world thats much too loud". What do these things mean? what do they stand for?I cant stand when people think that they have to yell to get their point across. Too many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95018873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860001/posts/default/95018873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopyelling.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95018873' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
