﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>BritBrit714's Xanga</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from BritBrit714</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Friday, August 05, 2005</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/320171451/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/320171451/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 04:19:47 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&amp;lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;How You Life Your Life&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="&lt;A href='http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" target="_new"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font'&gt;http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font&lt;/A&gt; color="#000000"&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Your friends tend to be a as quirky as you are - which is saying a lot!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;div align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="&lt;A href='http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/" target="_new"&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&amp;gt;How&lt;/A&gt; Do You Live Your Life?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/320171451/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, May 16, 2005</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/263646172/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/263646172/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2005 09:43:42 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Wow, it's been five months since I updated.&amp;nbsp; In that time, the year changed from 2004 to 2005, and my life changed in more ways than I thought possible.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;High school is now a memory of the past.&amp;nbsp; A blur in my life.&amp;nbsp; Four years seems like an eternity when it begins,&amp;nbsp;yet seems like a day when it ends.&amp;nbsp; Hours upon hours spent studying, stressing, doing homework, laughing, crying, smiling, getting angry, getting excited, making memories, and just living.&amp;nbsp; For every bad memory, there are 3 good ones.&amp;nbsp; I now understand the truth behind the saying that the best years of your life are spent in high school.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't trade a thing for the memories I've made through the years.&amp;nbsp; And I can honestly say I have no regrets, because if I had done anything differently, I wouldn't be the person I am today.&amp;nbsp; One little thing done differently would've changed everything: the experience, the memory, my life.&amp;nbsp; The friends I've made truly&amp;nbsp;are a blessing straight from Heaven.&amp;nbsp; I always have this&amp;nbsp;fear of making the wrong friends.&amp;nbsp; Getting to know people that I later find I don't&amp;nbsp;want to be associated with.&amp;nbsp; I really lucked out in high school.&amp;nbsp; I've never found&amp;nbsp;such a wonderful group of people who&amp;nbsp;understand me.&amp;nbsp; People who see my flaws but&amp;nbsp;love me anyway.&amp;nbsp; People who&amp;nbsp;stick&amp;nbsp;by me no matter what kind of day I'm having&amp;nbsp;or what kind of mess I've gotten myself into to.&amp;nbsp; People who give me a&amp;nbsp;shoulder to cry&amp;nbsp;on when I need one.&amp;nbsp; People who give me a hug when I'm down to make me feel better or give me a hug just to remind me that they care.&amp;nbsp; You guys really are irreplaceable, and I can't tell you how much I'm going to miss you.&amp;nbsp; College just won't be the same without ya'll,&amp;nbsp;no matter how many new people I meet or how many new friends I make.&amp;nbsp; I know we're all promising to stay in touch right now, and I know that it's still really difficult for us to see the time when all of this is really over, so I just want ya'll to know that no matter what happens,&amp;nbsp;even if we lose touch and go our separate ways without another thought about each other,&amp;nbsp;please know that&amp;nbsp;I will cherish&amp;nbsp;every memory and that each and every one of you will have a place in my heart forever.&amp;nbsp; I love you guys and&amp;nbsp;I thank ya'll for everything.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;As high school&amp;nbsp;officially comes to a close&amp;nbsp;in a few days,&amp;nbsp;other chapters of my life are coming to a close as well.&amp;nbsp; As I face turning 18 this coming fall, my childhood comes to an abrupt&amp;nbsp;end.&amp;nbsp; With its&amp;nbsp;end&amp;nbsp;comes new responsibilities, new adventures, and new people.&amp;nbsp; College is something that I'm really excited about but really scared about at the same time.&amp;nbsp; All of these "what ifs" plague my mind.&amp;nbsp; Looking back, I wonder if it was like this when I was starting high school.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure it probably was, but I honestly can't remember.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if I'm going to look back on this time in four years when I'm graduating college and wonder the same thing about my feelings entering college.&amp;nbsp; Will I miss the people I meet in college as much as I'm going to miss the ones from high school?&amp;nbsp; Will I be in a relationship?&amp;nbsp; Will I be engaged?&amp;nbsp; Or will I be single?&amp;nbsp; What kind of things am I going to be scared of four years from now?&amp;nbsp; Will I be graduating with a degree in what I plan on majoring in right now, or will I have majored in something completely different?&amp;nbsp; So many questions, so much uncertainty.&amp;nbsp; But that's what makes life so great.&amp;nbsp; That's why we get up every day...to see how our life will unfold that day, what kind of experiences we will have, what kind of people we will meet.&amp;nbsp; Life would be boring if we knew what&amp;nbsp;to expect when we woke up every day, or what our future would be like.&amp;nbsp; Even though I was uncertain about high school and how my life would unfold in those&amp;nbsp;four years, I can honestly say that I think everything turned out perfectly.&amp;nbsp; The moments weren't always perfect, the memories weren't always perfect, and the people most certainly weren't always perfect&amp;nbsp;(especially not me), but everything turned out exactly like it was supposed to.&amp;nbsp; And that's what makes it perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/263646172/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 31, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/179807434/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/179807434/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 06:44:37 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;TEN Random Things About Me &lt;BR&gt;10) I love to ski&lt;BR&gt;09)&amp;nbsp;I skipped first grade&lt;BR&gt;08) I'm an only child and I wish I had an older brother or sister sometimes&lt;BR&gt;07) I love to travel&lt;BR&gt;06) I have a list of the things I want to do before I die&lt;BR&gt;05) I always sleep facing the window because of something that happened when I was little&lt;BR&gt;04) I could drink Starbucks every day for the rest of my life and never get sick of it&lt;BR&gt;03) I love my feet&lt;BR&gt;02) The first thing I'm buying when I get a house is a round chair from Pier 1 Imports&lt;BR&gt;01) I love cats :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;NINE Places I've Visited&lt;BR&gt;09) California&lt;BR&gt;08)&amp;nbsp;Colorado&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp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07) New York&lt;BR&gt;06) Bahamas&lt;BR&gt;05) Texas&lt;BR&gt;04) West Virginia&lt;BR&gt;03) North Carolina&lt;BR&gt;02) Nevada&lt;BR&gt;01) Hawaii&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;EIGHT Things I Want To Do Before I Die&lt;BR&gt;08) See all 50 states&lt;BR&gt;07)&amp;nbsp;Eat&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;French&amp;nbsp;cafe&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;Paris&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs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06) Go sailing on the ocean&lt;BR&gt;05) Stay in a penthouse suite of a major hotel&lt;BR&gt;04) Go ice skating outside while it's snowing&lt;BR&gt;03) Learn how to surf&lt;BR&gt;02) Spend a New Year's Eve in Times Square&lt;BR&gt;01)&amp;nbsp;Get married and have 2 kids&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;SEVEN Ways To Win My Heart&lt;BR&gt;07) Love me with all you've got&lt;BR&gt;06)&amp;nbsp;Support me in everything I do&lt;BR&gt;05)&amp;nbsp;Make&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;laugh&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 04) Hold my hand&lt;BR&gt;03) Hug me&lt;BR&gt;02) Stand by me through thick and thin&lt;BR&gt;01) Be&amp;nbsp;my best friend&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;SIX Things I Believe In&lt;BR&gt;06) God&lt;BR&gt;05) Love&lt;BR&gt;04) Friendship&lt;BR&gt;03) Family&lt;BR&gt;02) Myself&lt;BR&gt;01) Santa Claus (hehe just kidding...but I do believe in the magic he brings to Christmas without even being real)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;FIVE Things I'm Afraid Of&lt;BR&gt;05) Death&lt;BR&gt;04) The future&lt;BR&gt;03) Failure&lt;BR&gt;02)&amp;nbsp;Losing my mom &lt;BR&gt;01) God&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;FOUR Artists/Bands I Like (right now)&lt;BR&gt;04) Usher&lt;BR&gt;03) Ashlee Simpson&lt;BR&gt;02) Switchfoot&lt;BR&gt;01) Linkin Park&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;THREE Things I Do Everyday&lt;BR&gt;03) Sleep&lt;BR&gt;02) Eat&lt;BR&gt;01)&amp;nbsp;Talk to people&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;TWO Things I Am Trying Not To Do Right Now&lt;BR&gt;02) Bite my nails&lt;BR&gt;01) Think about going back to school&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ONE Person I Want To See Right Now&lt;BR&gt;01) Lionel :)&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/179807434/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, May 13, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/88765197/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/88765197/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2004 04:58:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Um, I'm still alive...at least I think I am...lol&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/88765197/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, April 21, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/82312769/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/82312769/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2004 05:35:34 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;That was one of the best trips I've ever been on. If you ever get the chance, you should definitely go on a cruise. I'll update with details later when I'm not over my head in makeup work. Later ya'll.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/82312769/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 12, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/79655987/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/79655987/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2004 07:55:54 GMT</pubDate><description>Hmm okay so I've given up trying to update this thing. lol I guess I'll just update whenever from now on. I would like to update about prom, though. And the cruise when we get back from it. Woo Bahamas in 4 days!! &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width=15&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/79655987/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, April 07, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/78225321/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/78225321/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2004 11:11:45 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Still can't seem to find time...maybe Thursday night?? lol&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/78225321/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 05, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/77599291/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/77599291/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2004 06:14:17 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Wow I'm in dire need of updating this thing, but I just don't have time. I'll try and update tomorrow night about last week (what I can remember of it) and prom...fun stuff on the way :) &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/77599291/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, March 31, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/76207528/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/76207528/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2004 07:05:56 GMT</pubDate><description>Hmm will update later. Cooking is fun :)</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/76207528/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, March 29, 2004</title><link>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/75629298/item/</link><guid>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/75629298/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2004 08:43:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;School needs to die a slow and painful death. Next week is gonna be awful. I'm sitting up enjoying my last few hours of spring break before we have to go write research papers, do two sets of comp checks, and get back to the old grind. Blah. Oh well, I'm looking forward to prom and the Bahamas so there's some major good points to this utterly shitty month that will be upon us in 2 days or so. May God have mercy on my soul...just gotta make it through the first week of May. :)&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Saturday-Woke up, cleaned my room (gah it was such a junkyard in there), and took a shower. Becky came over and ate some food and my mom brought me Chinese :) We ate then pondered what to do and finally decided on a movie night at Becky's. Me and Becky drove down to her house (I beat her again! muhahaha I don't care how fast you go down Todd Mill Becky, Bailey Cove is faster and I will always beat you there &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" width=15&gt;) and then went to Movie Gallery to rent movies. We ended up getting Bringing Down the House, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, and Shattered Glass. We stopped back by my house to get her jacket then went back to her house. David, Laura, and Jonathan showed up and we chilled for a while while we were waiting on Lionel and Chad. Spider solitare raped me and so did pinball :( I usually own those games but I was sucking at them majorly for some reason that night. The double stuffed Oreos made everything better though. lol We finally started Bringing Down the House at 9 and I got dumped over in that damn chair twice! lol I gave up and just sat on the floor with Lionel and made fun of Becky who kept laying on David's wet socks for some reason. lol Jonathan left halfway through the movie and Laura and David got hungry and got off the bed to go find food so me and Lionel made a mad dive for the best so we could get off the freezing cold floor. The movie finished, we tried to watch Shattered Glass but decided it sucked after watching a minute of it, and put in Once Upon a Time in Mexico. It made no sense, just a bunch of Mexicans running around yelling stuff in Spanish, shooting each other, and some hot latina girl running around in a skirt. Your typical Mexican action movie. lol I have to say Bringing Down the House was pretty good though...really funny. I would recommend that one. Laura and David came back in and Ben, Alan, and Dan popped in at one point when they got back from Six Flags but they only stayed a minute or two because they were so exhausted from their trip. I left at 11:30 and came home and talked online for a while then went to bed.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Today-Got up at 1...the earliest I think I've been up the entire break when I was actually in town. lol Took a shower and drove over to Lionel's. We watched Old School...such a great movie. hehe Blue's the man! Alan and Laura showed up right after we started the movie and Alan was giving me crap about "ripping Lionel's shirt off" because Lionel had on some shirt that had gotten ripped while he was playing football. Laura finally dragged him out of the house, but I was so tempted to cut a piece of Lionel's shirt and take it to Alan at school tomorrow and be like, "Heh, this is all that was left of Lionel's shirt when I got through with it..." LOL That would've been funny. Hmm I may just do that sometime. Anyways, we finished the movie and chilled out. Becky called a few times to harrass me so Lionel finally turned my phone off. lol I'm surprised I didn't play the guitar...hmm...something must've been wrong with me to have not been going after the guitar today. Oh well...I'll get it next time :) My mom called and bitched me out for not being home yet so I left and came home to her in a bad mood. Fun stuff. I got to eat taco taters though, so all is good! &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;Becky came over and we watched the Britney concert on Showtime...I got my pics back from the concert and they came out pretty good. I got the pyro flames in some of the pics!! Ahh that made me so happy :) lol Becky left, I got online, talked to some people, and did my trig hw. Yea now I'm taking a break...(it's kind of been a 2 hour break...oops &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/bummed.gif" width=15&gt;) and I'm about to go copy some human phys notes and go to bed. Damn...I should've listened and gone to bed at 1 tonight. Argh. Oh well, I'll go to bed early tomorrow night. Later yo.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;On a random note...when I took the trash out around&amp;nbsp;midnight the&amp;nbsp;stars and everything looked so pretty. I'm such a night person. It was so peaceful and quiet out there...if only it had been just a little bit warmer and I didn't have&amp;nbsp;school tomorrow...then I could've really enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp;It was still gorgeous though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://britbrit714.xanga.com/75629298/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>