<?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-5495422</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:34:54.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scandalicious!</title><subtitle type='html'>^___^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-107111286795205488</id><published>2003-12-10T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T19:21:53.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys, just writing in this for a sec because i'm really bored. i'll tell about my past two days later when i feel better. i hate this time of the month so much it sucks. at least i'm lucky and it only lasts three days unlike other girls that can last up to seven days. haha i laugh in your face if your one of those girls. hehe. ouch and my toe hurts, i better take some drugs for my toe pain and cramps. see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-107111286795205488?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/107111286795205488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/107111286795205488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107111286795205488' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106973861493473042</id><published>2003-11-24T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:37:24.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nickelback - Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i have not written in this in like the longest time ever! so much has happened I mean i don't think i can remember it. i was really pissed that last day I written in this huh? well after I wrote the I ran away for awhile so yeah. I don't hate my daddy I love him. well catch up to date shall we? wow did I explain about the favor I did for a friend? well I went done to planned parenthood for a friend of mine with francesca. boy it would have been nice if I actually had known where the place was. umm my parents got kind of mad at me because I was late home and they thought it was for me but everything was fine after I explained what happened. my mommy turned 46 or 47 i really don't know and that was fun we got her lots of presents. I started swimming so that means everyday now I wake up at 4:00am. fun for me huh? i went got my first pedicure at Frenchy's. thats a really fun place. I still have the polish on. i should go again. I went to twin tolo with my best friend Stephen. that was fun. actually i had more fun before and afterwards with just the two of us for shhhh dont tell him i didn't have fun at the dance. i've spent a lot of time hanging with Sara S. which a lot of fun. we have had some pretty good times. we are so random like how after we were buzzed we went to qfc and got double shots in our pjs and these guys were so hitting on us and then we chatting online to random people. that was fun. then last weekend we went out to dariy queen and then just drove around, that was fun and random. i enjoy hanging out with Sara, shes just like me. Julia and I of course hang out a lot too. last time I did we went to the odea football game then watched movies and then the next day we played tennis and went to a thing for dani and then hung out with these guys, but really they were just standing around talking, joking and drinking so it really wasn't that fun. o'dea football games are fun but cold. been meeting some guys there. i got my car and i love it. although i accidently hit a pole in the morning when i did a tight u-turn but theres only a slight crack on the front bumper so its okies. but sara kind of backed into it at her house so theres also a little dent but shhhh no ones noticed yet. winter ball is coming up and people wanted me to take michael but he sort of broke his leg so ya know I don't think I can dance with a gimp so hes out of the question now. I would take stephen but dani asked me if she could take him so I said she could. Stephen and I have been going out a lot lately, and calling each other a lot lately too. not that I mind it, mind you its just I don't know. people think we are going out now and guys at o'dea say thats whats stephen's saying but i don't know. are we really? is it okies for two people to go out together without having anything romantic? why would that be called dating? i don't know. its just confusing i guess. although i dont think i would mind if there was more to our relationship. its funny, i think i could see him as my boyfriend. hmmm, i dont know. i really like him as a friend but as more? i guess i kind of do. but i really dont want to think about it. it'll just bother me. hes the one that got me so deathly sick ya know. him and the combination of my sis and going out with sara on thursday and going to see elf with her on friday that made me this sick. i missed school today. i had a test review, a test and a quiz. oh well. my mom says I should probably miss tomorrow. i love my mom. shes the best mother in the world. man so many good songs out. made a whole new cd again. second one in two weeks. but i better go, everwood is on now. i cant miss it, although last week made me terribly mad. then tomorrow omg yes one tree hill. i love that show! its my favorite show. i've watched every single show. then I like the o.c. too but i missed last weeks oh well. it snowed too last weekend. pretty cool huh? you know what I found out? i get to see my best friend that moved to wisconsin in january hopefully. I might get to fly out there and visit her. i certainly like that idea. hopefully my parents will let me but i bet they will. today while i was home sick, three guys were here putting in new windows up stairs and you know what? the ugliest one walked in on me in the bathroom! how sick is that? i was completely appalled. thought i should share that. anyways i really gotta go and watch my shows so talk in this later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106973861493473042?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106973861493473042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106973861493473042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973861493473042' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106514686669275273</id><published>2003-10-02T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T19:07:46.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE MY FUCKING "FATHER" WITH A PASSION! He did it. He drove me over the edge and I let him have a little taste of 16 years of bottled up anger for him and he got it. If he only knew that I wanted to runaway forever from him. I truly just wanted to run far away but I can't leave my mom or sister. But I can leave him. Hopefully this is an insight of how much I want mommy to divorce him and I think she is really considering it now. When I yelled at him he was crazy with rage and she got scared. Oh my god you do not even know just how much I want to wring his fat neck. Hes no use in my life, he should stay out it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106514686669275273?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106514686669275273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106514686669275273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106514686669275273' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106506929638019087</id><published>2003-10-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:34:56.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Ginuwine - Open Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. wow long time no talkies. trying to write a 5 page essay dur tomorrow. so far got 3 paragraphs and 3 pages done. i'm finally off of restricten from being a naughty girl. but yesterday i could have been back on all because i went to planned parenthood to get a morning after pill for a friend. hope she got it. i do not want a mexican baby. lol. well did laps today. that was interesting and sad. i'm so out of shape. poor shawn. some kid jumped on his arm and spined his shoulder. i should get a hold of him or send him a get well card. i'm excited for the weekend. my first weekend free. i'm going to go to the football game for o'dea and cheer them on. hey i should call up stephen and tell him to come along. anyways i better get-a-going aand finish my paper and then drift off into my fanasties. i swear i have so many that I could write a book or a play or a movie or something. anyways bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106506929638019087?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106506929638019087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106506929638019087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106506929638019087' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106408536115651094</id><published>2003-09-20T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T12:24:23.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Hateful, loud music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate my dad. I really do. There is absoutly no ifs, ands or buts about it. Why doesn't my mother just divoirce him so I can chose of course to live with my mother and then I could if I wanted (which I do) never see him again. He makes my life a living hell. I know I was way back in the day a daddy's girl but now no matter how hard I try I can never enjoy his company. Just everything from the way he acts and "playfully" hits me and makes fun of me is just so fucking annoying. I swear if he keeps it up I may be pushed over the edge. You know I'm glad he got this job that makes him travel. Then I can live a week without him. You know I am terrible but sometimes when hes around and he just pissed me off, I silently wish that when he flies that his plane crushes. I also get pleasure in pissing him off. hahaha. I do not care if I am restricted longer because you know what I do not fucking care. Nothing ever gets through to me. I do not see how restricting me will teach me any lessons. Nothing will. I hope he reads this so then he can find out how much I dislike him. Maybe this will get through to him to change his ways and hopefully stay out of my life. He hates me and I hate him and nothing can ever change that.  I am fed up with this shit. I need to go release some of this anger. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106408536115651094?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106408536115651094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106408536115651094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106408536115651094' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106317183165379063</id><published>2003-09-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T22:30:31.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Tired, feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Wow haven't written in this for a while. Well this is practically my only mode of communtication besides email which I get very little of. I did something bad on Saturday night/Sunday morning that has me grounded for 6 months or until my mom and I talk. Anyways watching The Real World right now then I'm watching Newlyweds. I get my car still this weekend so I'm happy about that. Too bad I don't get to go to the Back to School Dance though. Oh well there will be other dances throughout the year. Hmm do I still got homework? Nope, just got to read over my Chemistry notes one more time for the test tomorrow and I'll be all set. So I'm going to go now, and hopefully I'll write in this soon. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106317183165379063?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106317183165379063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106317183165379063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106317183165379063' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106283150383110956</id><published>2003-09-05T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T23:58:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Chillin like a Villian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Aaron Carter - I'm All About You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy! Talking to one of my homi-bois Nathan. I get my car from my brother next weekend so I'm extremely excited about that. Umm, gotta write notes to Julia, Jessie and Brad or else, so since I'm bored I'm going to go do that. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106283150383110956?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106283150383110956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106283150383110956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106283150383110956' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106271851648405847</id><published>2003-09-04T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T16:35:16.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Sleeply and don't want to do homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Rocky Horror Picture - Sweet Transvestite and Time Warp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!! hehe. Wow that rhymes. Anyways I'm being weird because I don't want to do my homework. School was school. Not really anything new. Anyways I'm going to keep myself busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was walking down the street just having a thing,&lt;br /&gt;When this snake of a guy gave me an evil wink. &lt;br /&gt;He shook me on and took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;He had a pickup truck and an devil's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;He stared at me and I'm bound to change. &lt;br /&gt;Time is nothing never what again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria would love these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/niyo/1047946431_crapshinca.jpg" border="0" alt="i have pretty shinya hair!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The lovely Cage Shinya. Yet,as always, the PV&lt;br&gt;scared me. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/niyo/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Shinya's%20costumes%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Shinya's costumes are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gijeumo/1057961260_Hquiz_kyo.jpg" border="0" alt="Kyo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Kyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gijeumo/quizzes/Which%20Dir%20en%20grey%20Member%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dir en grey Member Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/gijeumo/1055268299_sakitocopy.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Sakito."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seductive.  Sexy.  Tempting.  You are Sakito from&lt;br&gt;Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gijeumo/quizzes/Which%20J-rocker%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which J-rocker are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106271851648405847?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106271851648405847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106271851648405847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106271851648405847' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106248081557932069</id><published>2003-09-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:46:55.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy yet Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Tatu - Malchik Gei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy partners! How is everyone? Everyone ready to go back to school tomorrow? Too bad I've already been in school for a week. This weekend was fun though. On Friday night I went to Kayla's and spent some time there. Played Soul Caliber 2 and I actually kicked some ass. Lida's back which is happy yet sad. Then when I came home my family was watching The Ring so I watched that. You know every time I watch that movie it gets funnier and funnier every time. I cannot believe that I was freaked out the first time I saw it. I was weird though that the phone rang afterwards and we had a ladder stood up on the side of our house but I won't die in 5 days. I really want to watch the Japanese version. No one will watch it with me but Margaux said that she will watch it again with me. Its also scary though because my sister looks like Samara. I think thats pretty bizarre. Then on Saturday night it was just my mom and I so we went out to dinner and then we went and saw American Wedding. Wow was that a funny movie. I love the part with the two strippers in Jim's house. Oh! and the best part is Stifler dancing in the gay bar. haha. Good times. Then on Sunday night I took Margaux with me and mes parents to see Pirates in the Carribean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. OMG!!! I love that movie. Orlando Bloom is so extremely HOT!!! I want him. Johnny Depp wasn't bad looking either but I thought he was extremely funny. I loved the way he walked and his arm movements. hehe. If you have not seen that movie then you need to get up off your lazy ass and go see it because it is worth seeing especially on the big screen. I'm bored and I do not want to go to bed. I was tired before but after doing my nails, playing a game and doing homework I'm hyper and I probably can't get to sleep. Oh well what can ya do. I'll probably just lie in bed, look up at the ceiling and listen to music, preferably versions of You Spin Me Right Round. Anyways I'm going to go find something to do, maybe write the letter I'm supposed to write to Brad who knows. Talk later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eas73/1058596313_turesjack3.JPG" border="0" alt="jack shiny"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Duh.  You are "But WHY's the rum gone?!"&lt;br&gt;You're not the smartest one in the bunch, but&lt;br&gt;you're sweetly appealing and you don't let&lt;br&gt;disappointment get to you.  Everybody&lt;br&gt;identifies with you, because let's face it, why&lt;br&gt;IS the rum gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eas73/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Captain%20Jack%20Sparrow's%20bizarre%20sayings%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PlasticBoyfriend/1056600179_malchikgay.jpg" border="0" alt="MalchikGay"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Malchik Gay (Gay Boy): You are a giddy- fun loveing&lt;br&gt;individual. Hey, don't get upset over something&lt;br&gt;you can't have. You need to exect the fact that&lt;br&gt;you can't have things that aren't made for you.&lt;br&gt;Whether you are gay straight or whatever, you&lt;br&gt;need to take the fact that you can't always get&lt;br&gt;what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PlasticBoyfriend/quizzes/()()()()%20WHICH%20t.A.T.u.%20(tatu)%20Song%20Are%20You%3F%20(awsome%20pictures)%20()()()()/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;()()()() WHICH t.A.T.u. (tatu) Song Are You? (awsome pictures) ()()()()&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106248081557932069?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106248081557932069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106248081557932069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106248081557932069' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106237935605494083</id><published>2003-08-31T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T18:22:36.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Hateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Billy Idol - You Spin Me Right Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate my parents, enough said. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106237935605494083?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106237935605494083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106237935605494083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106237935605494083' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106229217342935638</id><published>2003-08-30T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T18:23:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Hyper and Silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Shania Twain - I'm Gonna Getcha Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kayla's playing Banjo Tootie and talking to boys. Talk later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106229217342935638?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106229217342935638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106229217342935638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106229217342935638' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106220042939275492</id><published>2003-08-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T16:40:29.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: R. Kelly - Thoia Thoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. At least I have like no homework this weekend. I'm happy about that. Right now just looking and applying for jobs. Right now filling out an application for Gap, then I'm getting one for Nordstrom, Starbucks and maybe even Baskin Robbins. I really need a job. And yet I still have to fill out my application for swimming too! So many jobs! Anyways I'm tired I might take a nap and then go out to dinner with my mommy. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106220042939275492?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106220042939275492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106220042939275492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106220042939275492' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106196091509639433</id><published>2003-08-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T22:08:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Extremely hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Bowling for Soup - Punk Rock 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Its only the second day of school and I already hate it. The only thing good about it is I get to see all my friends. I miss Francesca though. Why did she have to transfer? Its just not the same without her. Math especially. Its just like freshmen math class without Fancy which makes me extremely sad. The first day I already got in trouble though. Everyone was like, "Ooooooo Sara, only that first day and your in trouble." I was called out of first period because I was parked on the wrong side of the street so I had to go move my car. I was so tempted to just drive away but I didn't. Thank god I'm getting my brother's car this weekend. Why he didn't sell it to me earlier is beyond me. I am sick of the Lincoln. I mean its a cool pimp car to drive but not every day and plus parking it is a bitch. Guess who called me drunk off his ass at 3:30 in the fucking morning. Matt did and I just wanted to laugh so hard. He was amazingly drunk and was talking major shit and stuff. It was extremely funny. Then he wouldn't give Maverick the phone so we could tak which I was kind of disappointed with but oh well. Tomorrow night I get to go to the Mariner's game with Julia. She's taking me. Yeah!!! It's Kalin's birthday tomorrow. She's finally going to be sweet 16! Gotta stop in the store in the morning and get her some balloons. Also gotta pay Lauren back for lunch on Monday. Still have to pay Danielle too. Wow I got so many tabs. I really gotta get a job and soon. I'll start looking next week. I gotta wake up early tomorrow because at 5:51 Mars and Earth are going to be the closest they have ever been in like 59,000 years. Wow I think I really should have taken Astromaty. I love stars. Thats my symbol. Oh well theres always next year. Wanna know what I'm taking this year? Okies heres my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors Chemistry 11 - Mr. Nowak (thats going to be a fun class)&lt;br /&gt;Honors Precalculus - Mrs. Hall (easy class)&lt;br /&gt;French III - Ms. Eikien (I loved french the last two years but this year I don't think I will enjoy it)&lt;br /&gt;Readings on the American Experience (interesting but snooze class)&lt;br /&gt;Honors British Literature 11 - Mrs. Jungkunz (English my favorite subject but I don't know anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiology/Service - Ms. G (easy and fun class) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I don't know what else it write.  I think I got ya all up to date. Going to go find something to do. Maybe some homework!!! yucky! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106196091509639433?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106196091509639433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106196091509639433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106196091509639433' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106176383756162134</id><published>2003-08-24T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T15:23:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Depressed yet happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Alannah Myles - Black Velvet (my strip song) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God damn school starts tomorrow. This blows. I wish I had another week of summer but no of course not. Us catholic school girls need to get as much education as possible so we can be smart and lead the generations to come. I hate school. Now if it was anything like freshmen year I would be happy but its not. I still have like 5 chapters left in the book I have to read. But I really don't have English until Tuesday so I got 2 more days to read Jane Eyre. I hate this shit. The only good thing is that I get to drive myself to school and thats it. Anyways I better get a going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106176383756162134?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106176383756162134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106176383756162134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106176383756162134' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106162456308761539</id><published>2003-08-23T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T00:42:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Right Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! At Julia's spending the night having a blast/ They told me about this guy named Thomas and their situation with him sounds so funny. We went and saw S.W.A.T. Colin Farrel . . .  so hot! Then Danielle had to go home so Julia and I went and got Ben and Jerry's ice cream then went and rented Daredevil. That's an okay movie and Colin Farrel is extremely funny. One thing . . . I want a bloodly costume! haha. Well better get going. Who knows what we'll do next. The night is still young and Sara is ready for some action!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106162456308761539?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106162456308761539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106162456308761539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106162456308761539' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106135601713773841</id><published>2003-08-19T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T22:06:57.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Bad Luck - The Rage Beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just seeing my new layout Kooky Kayla made for me, Silly Sara! write here later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106135601713773841?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106135601713773841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106135601713773841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106135601713773841' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106123537641598865</id><published>2003-08-18T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T12:36:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Ludacruis - What's Your Fanasty (Remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I'm on the phone with Matt at the moment talking about pancakes. Last night was pretty eventful. I'll talk about it later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106123537641598865?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106123537641598865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106123537641598865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106123537641598865' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-106118848610329674</id><published>2003-08-17T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T23:34:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Hilary Duff - So Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody! It's been a long time since I've written. You want to know why? Because I've been in Colorado on vacation! Lucky me huh? I left last Friday and just came back yesterday. Would you like me to tell you in detail what happened? Why the hell not. On the first day I just visited with my grandparnets and uncles and aunts and cousins. Then the next day we went into Old Town in Fort Collins and we went shopping and they got some pretty cool stores down there and surprisingly they also have some cute guys there too! After shopping we went to church. On Sunday we went down to Colorado Springs and first passed by the Air Force and then we visited family that I've only seen once in my whole life before hand. Then on Monday we went to Denver and went to Waterworld. I went on every ride there even this one ride called Flatline. Just think about the name and you'll get what the ride must be. Tons of hot guys there too. Actually met a couple. The next day we went up to my aunt and uncle's cabin way up by Red Feathers Lake and during the three days there we went horseback riding, mountain climbing, played ping-pong and cards, watched movies, archery, went to the Great Stupa and had lots of fun. I saw deer, cows and lots of other little critters. There were supposed to be bears but I wasn't lucky enough to see one when I was up there. Then the last day we went shopping again and the next morning we left. Did you know that Colorado is a mile higher than Washington? You know what I did then? Yep, I joined the Mile High Club baby! ;) Anyways I'm glad that my little situation before hand is somewhat solved. I still don't know if everything is better but so far its a start. Well I'm not really used to the whole time thing so I think I'm going to head for bed. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-106118848610329674?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106118848610329674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/106118848610329674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118848610329674' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105968384921157149</id><published>2003-07-31T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T13:37:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Extremely depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Lillix - It's About Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself. Why am I such a dumb blonde? Last night was so terrible that I do not want to relive. I just want to thank Lauren for putting up with me last night and trying to help me through it. I am never talking to those two guys again. I just can't believe I actually was that stupid last night. Oh well what can ya do? I wish I could turn back time and say no but I can't. I can't do anything. I am so depressed today. When I came home from swimming I just went back to bed and I like just woke up. I want to cry about how much of a fool I had been but I can't, the tears just won't come. I just hope I can forget about last night and hope that all the people I talked to extremely late last night will too. Anyways I'm bored so I'm going to do this then go play neopets, hoping it will make me feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE &lt;br /&gt;[.] last car ride: me driving my sis and I home from swim practice &lt;br /&gt;[.] last good cry: last night but I think I need to cry again &lt;br /&gt;[.] last library book checked out: I don't check out books &lt;br /&gt;[.] last movie seen: hmmm well its not really a movie but more like a recording of AC &lt;br /&gt;[.]last book read: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix/ half of Jane Eyre &lt;br /&gt;[.] last beverage drank: milk (makes your boobs grow) &lt;br /&gt;[.] last food consumed: chocolate chip cookie &lt;br /&gt;[.] last crush: I don't want to think about this because I messed it up big time &lt;br /&gt;[.] last phone call: well two actually from last night, Lauren and Matt/Mad-Dog  &lt;br /&gt;[.] last tv show watched: Saved by the Bell &lt;br /&gt;[.] last time showered: this morning &lt;br /&gt;[.] last shoes worn: flip-flops &lt;br /&gt;[.] last cd played: Moulin Rouge Soundtrack &lt;br /&gt;[.] last song downloaded: Lillix - It's About Time&lt;br /&gt;[.] last annoyance: my sis &lt;br /&gt;[.] last disappointment: last night &lt;br /&gt;[.] last soda drank: pepsi over at kayla's house &lt;br /&gt;[.] last word written: house &lt;br /&gt;[.] last key used: e &lt;br /&gt;[.] last word spoken: room &lt;br /&gt;[.] last sleep: an hour ago &lt;br /&gt;[.] last IM: Kayla &lt;br /&gt;[.] last time wanting to die: last night &lt;br /&gt;[.] last time in love: don't ask &lt;br /&gt;[.] last time hugged: this morning &lt;br /&gt;[.] last chair sat in: my comfy chair &lt;br /&gt;[.] last shirt worn: old sw shirt &lt;br /&gt;[.] last time dancing: this morning &lt;br /&gt;[.] last poster looked at: all the posters in my room &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO &lt;br /&gt;[.] name: Sara Ashley Phelan &lt;br /&gt;[.] birthday: January 22, 1987 &lt;br /&gt;[.] eye color: green &lt;br /&gt;[.] hair color: beach blonde &lt;br /&gt;[.] height: last I checked….5’ 1’’ &lt;br /&gt;[.] righty or lefty: righty &lt;br /&gt;[.] zodiac sign: aquarius &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE &lt;br /&gt;[.] the shoes you wore today: flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;[.] your weakness: being too nice and too emotional at times like last night for explain &lt;br /&gt;[.] your fears: needles/shots &lt;br /&gt;[.] your perfect pizza: tons of cheese with stuffed crust &lt;br /&gt;[.] goal you'd like to achieve: its too embrassing to tell&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR &lt;br /&gt;[.] your most overused phrase/word: sweet, dude &lt;br /&gt;[.] your first thoughts waking up this morning: i hate myself for what I did last night &lt;br /&gt;[.] your best physical feature: hmm guys say boobs and ass but i like my eyes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE &lt;br /&gt;[.] pepsi or coke: both &lt;br /&gt;[.] mcdonald's or burger king: mcdonald's &lt;br /&gt;[.] single or group dates: i like group dates because then if you didn't like the guy and shit you would have other options&lt;br /&gt;[.] adidas or nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;[.] lipton ice tea or nestea: neither &lt;br /&gt;[.] chocolate or vanilla: chocolate &lt;br /&gt;[.] cappuccino or coffee: both &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX &lt;br /&gt;[.] smoke: no &lt;br /&gt;[.] sing: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] take a shower everyday: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] have a crush(es): yes actually I have quite a few but one I really messed up so I'm getting over that one &lt;br /&gt;[.] do you think you've been in love: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] like high school: yes aand no &lt;br /&gt;[.] want to get married: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] believe in yourself: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] think you're attractive: i guess &lt;br /&gt;[.] think you're a health freak: kind of &lt;br /&gt;[.] get along with your parents: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] play an instrument: yes &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN &lt;br /&gt;in the past month have you... &lt;br /&gt;[.] drank alcohol: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] smoked: umm second hand but not actually smoked &lt;br /&gt;[.] done a drug: no &lt;br /&gt;[.] made out with someone: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] gone to the mall: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] eaten an entire box of Oreos: i wish &lt;br /&gt;[.] eaten sushi: yes&lt;br /&gt;[.] been on stage: yes&lt;br /&gt;[.] gone skating: no &lt;br /&gt;[.] made homemade cookies: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] gone skinny dipping: yes  &lt;br /&gt;[.] dyed your hair: not yet &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT &lt;br /&gt;have you ever...  &lt;br /&gt;[.] played a game that required removal of clothing: yes  &lt;br /&gt;[.] if so, was it mixed company: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] been trashed or extremely intoxicated: not yet . . . KELLI!!! &lt;br /&gt;[.] been called a tease: yes &lt;br /&gt;[.] gotten beaten up: yes&lt;br /&gt;[.] shoplifted: yes but I was young and didn't know better &lt;br /&gt;[.] changed who you were to fit in: yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE &lt;br /&gt;[.] age you hope to be married: 26 or 27&lt;br /&gt;[.] numbers and names of children: 2-3 and too many names to write down&lt;br /&gt;[.] describe your dream wedding: don't feel like it &lt;br /&gt;[.] how do you want to die: soon, lol just kidding um in my sleep at an rie old age of 100 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105968384921157149?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105968384921157149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105968384921157149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105968384921157149' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105960316928603798</id><published>2003-07-30T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:12:49.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Slight headache from . . . something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Stacie Orrico - (There's Gotta Be) More To Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. My head still hurts from last night. This sucks man. Oh well. Julia and I just went to a party down I don't remember where oh kind of by the beach not really but thats okies. Let's see who was there, it was Breanna, Savannah, Michael, Josh, Mario, Brandon, some guys named CJ, and Aaron and then Danielle and some other girls came and then Dominic came with Lexi. It was pretty boring at first but then it got better when everyone was drunk. hehe. Natuarl Ice is yucky. I had three sips and I was like i can't drink this shit. I think I'm more of a hard a person but we'll see once Kelli gets off from her grounded of 5 weeks tomorrow. Yay! Then Sara will come alive. Anyways and yet my head hurts like a mother from that. Wow I'm sad. Well I'm going to take a little 35 minute nap before I'm going over to Kayla's to watch my lover AC so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289631_Aplayfulness.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... playfulness."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Playfulness can often be mistaken for sluttiness or&lt;br&gt;flirtiness... Flirting is something you enjoy&lt;br&gt;doing, but you're mostly just about having fun.&lt;br&gt;You're into partying, and it's seems that&lt;br&gt;people enjoy your company as much as you enjoy&lt;br&gt;their's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043988754_cturesPink.JPG" border="0" alt="Pink info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowgirl Style-very dominant for a woman and ideal&lt;br&gt;for a woman's first time! Guy's sometimes get&lt;br&gt;turned on by a dominant woman. Ride 'em girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FoXyBiTCh991/quizzes/What%20Sexual%20Position%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;What Sexual Position are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/liquorpig/1051995325_sjustababy.jpg" border="0" alt="ImJustABaby"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am a drooling baby kitten....**falls over**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/liquorpig/quizzes/Which%20cute%20or%20possibly%20strange%20kitten%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which cute or possibly strange kitten are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/freckleface/1038302672_eflirtcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="tease"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/freckleface/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20FLIRT%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of FLIRT are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/acidtongue/1036825779_opquizbond.gif" border="0" alt="bondage"&gt;&lt;br&gt;bondage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/acidtongue/quizzes/What's%20YOUR%20sexual%20fetish%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's YOUR sexual fetish?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/orliwhore/1038125967_DesktopLaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jude Law: you like them romantic and British with&lt;br&gt;beauiful green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/orliwhore/quizzes/Which%20guy%20are%20you%20destined%20to%20have%20sex%20with%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which guy are you destined to have sex with?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is &lt;b&gt;Sexxmaster Shizzlemah&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/ghetto/"&gt;What's yours?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow I got no life at the moment. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105960316928603798?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105960316928603798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105960316928603798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105960316928603798' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105953083877778306</id><published>2003-07-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T19:07:18.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SORRY MOMMY AND DADDY!!! (everyone don't ask)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105953083877778306?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105953083877778306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105953083877778306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105953083877778306' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105952577850304689</id><published>2003-07-29T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T17:45:56.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Extremely happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: You Spin Me Right Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all my bitches and hoes! What's shaken? . . . besides my sweet ass?! hehe. Anyways lets see suppose you would like to know what happened to me today huh? Well, this morning at swim practice Mark our head coach was bitchin to Lane 3 (My lane) and Kelli and I think its because of sexual frusturation and its probably true. But Shawn, one of our other coaches was so sweet to me. See yesterday he had yelled at me because I was fooling around and talking and so at practice he was like, "Sara after practice I need to talk to you." And I was thinking whatever it was I didn't do it but after practice I went to him and hes like, "Sara, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I don't know what came over me. Last night I just couldn't sleep because I kept thinking oh man she hates me now and so I'm really, really sorry." How sweet is that? I just thought that was so sweet. Hey if Shawn wasn't engaged I would so be after him, but he is so I just have to hide my little crush. hehe. Then after that Kelli and I were in the parking lot in our cars just chillin and pumpin up the music. Today my sis and I made this huge slip-and-slide in our backyard out of garbage bags and made bumpers and suits and got soaking wet. Wow good times. Now I'm just chillin, waiting for dinner and for Julia to come over so we can hang out and then shes spending the night. Oh what fun that will be. Well I'll talk about tonight, tomorrow but until then . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/ItalianPrincessLauren/1043975616_tsJunkLove.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOVE is your chinese symbol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ItalianPrincessLauren/quizzes/What%20Chinese%20Symbol%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Chinese Symbol Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105952577850304689?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105952577850304689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105952577850304689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105952577850304689' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105943548163459602</id><published>2003-07-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T18:36:49.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: Well rested and tanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Sarai - Ladiez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow looking back I was extremely pissed off on the 4th huh? Well today I'm not, which is pretty good. A lot has happened since then yep yep. Like what you say? Well hmmm where to start. I've been going out a lot with friends. Oh I can't forget that one night and Kayla knows what night I'm talking about. hehe. Your killin me Bones. Wow good times right there. And just for her, all you guys are just so new! Okies I'll stop with the inside jokes. But yeah being going out a lot with the homies, spending most of it with Trumper, Mad-dog/Maverick and E-Z. They are the sheit. Thats right baby. Been hanging out with Kayla a lot lately and we are so close to beating Mario Party 4. We only have to get 4 more presents and then its all done. Then we have to find something else to beat. Oh and the other night this one dude, Dominic pissed me off so I told him a few mean things and just pissed him off right back, and boy did that feel quite good. hehe I'm such a bitch. I got my license finally after I don't know how long and I love driving around everywhere, I do it as often as I can too. And one of the songs I really bump up is, You Soin Me Right Round. Oh yeah great song. hehe. Danielle won Miss West Seattle Hi-Yu Queen like I knew she would and of course I was there in support when she was crowned.  Next year shes going to help me run for queen. She says I have a pretty good chance so I think I'm going to run. Saturday was Southern Divisions a huge swim meet and I did kind of bad but hey thats okies because I was such a social butterfly. Let's see it was Grace, Katie and I then Bryce, Barrett and David came over to talk to us then Kelli and Claire came then Blake and everyone else, and that was so much fun. haha It was so funny, I had said that I could fit two people in my shorts and then Kelli gets into them. Hey I really could fit two people in there. hehe. Wow good times at that meet. Then that night it was the Torchlight Parade and wow that was hella fun. Margaux and I had a blast. We had the special pink braclets that let you get booze and shit. haha Do you think we actually used it to get some Pina Colattas? Well thats for us to know. hehe. I saw Danielle in the parade carrying the banner for Hi-Yu because its not her regin yet to be on the float and haha I really embassed her. I screamed so loud just random stuff that people turned there heads and stuff. Wow good times. Well lets see what else is there? hmm I can't really think of anything else to write at the moment and I don't feel like writing down my guy problems at the moment so I think I'll go to the bathroom. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kagschan/1058436754_tgirlsslut.JPG" border="0" alt="Your a Slutty Catgirl"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a slutty catgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kagschan/quizzes/What%20Anime%20Cat-girl%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Anime Cat-girl are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105943548163459602?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105943548163459602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105943548163459602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105943548163459602' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105737313247647746</id><published>2003-07-04T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T19:45:32.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my parents. They are usually really cool and stuff but now they are started to be such a pain in the ass. I just hate them now. Why can't be better? Why am I stuck with them? Why can't I have parents that didn't care about me. Then life would be so much better, I mean I would absoultly love it. They wouldn't care about my appearance, they wouldn't care what time I go to bed, they wouldn't care when I go out and who I go out with, they wouldn't care about me being perfect, they wouldn't care about anything. See why can't I have parents like that? If only I did then I would be the happiest teenager alive. Life would be so good to me. I only want parents there to provide me with everything and thats it, other than that they shouldn't even be in my life. But they can't even do that. They are so poor, I mean I don't even get a nice car that I want, I have to get a damn cheap one that's hella ugly. They don't buy me anything I want, when I want it. Why couldn't they have actually gone to college and get decent jobs that have them earn shit loads of money and spoil me rotten? I hate to bitch like this but I have to get my feelings out some how, otherwise it's all shut up inside me and then I become sick and depressed. I want a different life. One where I had the perfect parents, an older brother and sister that I could always hang out with, the perfect house and lots of money andI would get everything I ever wanted. If only. Oh well, what can ya do. That will never happen so why even waste my time wishing it would. I want to get out of this fucking house and go hang out with friends and not my dumbass parents. I hate spending time with them, they are so boring and always make fun of me. I'm sick of it. I'm just absoultly sick of it that it makes me want to throw up. I'm so bored and I have to go to the bathroom. I think I'm done bitchin . . . for now at least. I'll write later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105737313247647746?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105737313247647746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105737313247647746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105737313247647746' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105709471052050956</id><published>2003-07-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T14:25:10.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! Life's good to me! I'll write in this later just wanted to see if my layout will actually work! (Jei said it should after I do this!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105709471052050956?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105709471052050956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105709471052050956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709471052050956' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105607665699250287</id><published>2003-06-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T19:37:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! I'm extremely messed up right now. I don't know what drugs I'm on at the moment but I need more so I'll talk to ya guys later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105607665699250287?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105607665699250287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105607665699250287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105607665699250287' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5495422.post-105607391870286517</id><published>2003-06-19T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T19:32:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welcome to scandalicious!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your stay ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5495422-105607391870286517?l=luckiestars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105607391870286517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5495422/posts/default/105607391870286517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiestars.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105607391870286517' title=''/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10250322193144836031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
