<?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-11123475</id><updated>2011-07-22T23:43:05.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdaliciousness</title><subtitle type='html'>leave me comments because it makes me happy :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111351192933565971</id><published>2005-04-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T13:52:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excited</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! Patricia and I are holding a garage sale on Saturday to raise money to buy cellies. We won't have enough of course, but we're doing extra chores and stuff. I can't wait...flip top camera phones!!!&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111351192933565971?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111351192933565971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111351192933565971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111351192933565971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111351192933565971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/04/excited.html' title='excited'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111315514588524515</id><published>2005-04-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:45:45.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tomorrow is early dismissal day! I'm planning to go to Cate's house and watch movies. Sounds fun, no? Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I want to go to the bridge today. I went on it yesterday, and attempted to ride my skateboard on it. I cannot use skateboards, I always fall off! Oh well, sitting on them and rolling down hills is just as fun.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'll probably go back to the bridge today. Maybe I'll sit there for a little bit and write a poem. I haven't written in awhile, and writing on a bridge might be fun.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111315514588524515?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111315514588524515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111315514588524515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111315514588524515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111315514588524515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/04/bridge.html' title='bridge'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111306276061352582</id><published>2005-04-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:06:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's such a pretty day outside, all nice and sunny. I love the spring, all the birds chirping and flying, the warm weather, sunshine, rollerblading, swimming, house parties. Spring is such an awesome season.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am no longer grounded, which is awesome. The bad thing is that my bestfriend (Patricia) can't come over today. Normally she sleeps over on Fridays, not lately. We have our own little place to chill, a bridge over the train tracks. When you sit on the bridge and a train is m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oving underneath your ass vibrates, (hehe that sounds funny) and wind comes up. It's almost like floating, but you're still on the bridge. Does that make sense?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It sucks that I can't go anywhere today. Well I could, but I really don't like going out alone. I need someone with me, it's so boring when you are by yourself. I hate being somewhere without a companion. I guess I'm kind of use to it, since I'm home a lot. Oh well, loneliness still sucks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Being home gives me more time to read. I've forgotten about all the great books on my bookshelf, I've starting reading them over and over again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111306276061352582?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111306276061352582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111306276061352582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111306276061352582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111306276061352582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/04/dance.html' title='dance'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111255850225895399</id><published>2005-04-03T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:01:42.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring?</title><content type='html'>What a spring this is! Snow &amp; all. Yes you heard me right, &lt;b&gt;snow&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly we are supposed to have a early spring this year. Yes, it's very springy outside! With the wet snow falling and everything! Perfect spring!&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me mad is that I've waited almost 4 months for nice mini skirt-wearing weather, and it has to go and snow on me! Damn this sucks.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111255850225895399?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111255850225895399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111255850225895399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111255850225895399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111255850225895399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring.html' title='spring?'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111231381795956430</id><published>2005-03-31T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:03:37.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;New song obsession! WOOT! I don't care how many haters there are out there, Gwen Stefani is talented. Her songs are so catchy, although most don't make sense. Ha lol. Holla Back Girl is definantly awesome! I never knew Gwen could rap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You know, she says shit in this song 38 times. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What I really don't understand is why people hate rap so much. Most of it is about the same thing, true, but the songs are so catchy! There are so many people that hate rap, it bothers me so much :( &amp; is makes me sad. :( Jeannette doesnt like being sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well nobody can stop me from liking the music I like right? My decision! Not yours! HATERS BACK OFF! :D Did I ever tell you that I'm a very hyper person? Well I am indeed, be afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111231381795956430?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111231381795956430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111231381795956430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111231381795956430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111231381795956430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/rap.html' title='rap'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111187545419178785</id><published>2005-03-26T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:17:34.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>Well I'm pretty sure I'm not posting tomorrow so HAPPY EASTER!!! (Well...almost.)&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was rolling down the street in a food basics shopping care today. :D What fun, you all should try it. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111187545419178785?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111187545419178785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111187545419178785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111187545419178785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111187545419178785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111153894521652435</id><published>2005-03-22T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:49:05.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It seems that I am grounded for two weeks. My mommy says that I was out for an extra hour and that she said that I was only allowed to go outside for an hour. She claims that I left the house @ 4:25 and finally came home @ 6:15.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Correction: I left the house @ 4:40 and came back @ 6. I am not arguing that I am late, I'm aruging about the time difference. Mothers always do that; exaggerate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm not complaining about my grounding. I was out longer than I should've been. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyways, I met this guy today and he thinks I'm lesbian. Why is this? Because I smile too much and I always give people hugs. Now seriously, what's wrong with hugging my female friends or smiling? This dude is the most depressed thing ever, he barely smiles. And when I saw him smile once, yes &lt;em&gt;once &lt;/em&gt;he denied it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against him. Once you look past the shiny, different coloured laces, the lip piercing &amp;  all that &lt;em&gt;bitch im punk back away &lt;/em&gt;image you realize he's an okay guy. Critical and depressed but okay. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll probably have more time to update this blog since I'm grounded. At least it's only 2 weeks right? Time goes by fast, I bet that it'll be April before you know it. Last time I was grounded for one whole month. &amp;amp; before that it was no phone or computer. I need to get a watch that doesnt lie, or I need to watch the time more often.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo bad Jeannette. Ha ha NOT!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111153894521652435?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111153894521652435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111153894521652435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111153894521652435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111153894521652435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/grounded.html' title='grounded'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111135116804723608</id><published>2005-03-20T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:39:28.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><content type='html'>Wow...Ive been gone :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just updating quickly to state that I am indeed alive &amp; I havent forgotten my blog :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111135116804723608?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111135116804723608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111135116804723608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111135116804723608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111135116804723608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/update_20.html' title='update!'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111072840276068309</id><published>2005-03-13T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T07:40:02.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#aa0088;"&gt;Never ever will I understand boys. It's as if their only purpose in life is to leave girls clueless. But that's what makes the male species so much fun. You never really know what they're thinking.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all make a certain way for a reason right? I guess guys feel the same way about us girls...what makes us act the ways we do. There's the whole "girls exclude more than guys do" thing. I once had a theory for that...but I forgot. I think that's it's probably because girls get more jealous than guys do. And we do mature faster, so does that help? I remain clueless.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what type of person your are there is one person that you're constantly leaving clueless. Sure, we may not think about it but it's true. Boys leave girls clueless and vice versa. I'm guessing that's a good thing? It keeps us challenged.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I wish I could read minds and listen to a guy's thoughts. ;)&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111072840276068309?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111072840276068309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111072840276068309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111072840276068309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111072840276068309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111066342881849715</id><published>2005-03-12T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:37:08.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Well my dance receital went well! I didn't screw up and I managed to smile the whole time. Go me!&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sadly did not have my digital camera! When I get pictures and figure out how to use this scanner I'll post them. My costume wasn't so dazzling, a red tank top, a black skort and white knee highs, but hey who cares? You do what you love, that's all that matters...&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111066342881849715?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111066342881849715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111066342881849715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111066342881849715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111066342881849715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111054790166080572</id><published>2005-03-11T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T05:31:41.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nervous</title><content type='html'>Errg my dance recital is today! I'm so nervous....I know what to do and everything but I'm scared of messing up. I messed up last year! *blush*&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress rehearsal was yesterday and I almost died. I forgot my costume at home! *redder blush* At least I was already wearing my dance shirt when I went there. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got to go get ready for school....I'll tell you if I mess up or not later on!&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111054790166080572?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111054790166080572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111054790166080572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111054790166080572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111054790166080572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/nervous.html' title='nervous'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111031792453856498</id><published>2005-03-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T17:46:51.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My heart is broken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep. I can't eat-not even burgers. Everytime the phone rings, my pulse leaps...but it's never for me. It's never &lt;b&gt;him.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I realize it's my own fault-I messed everything up for myself. But that doesn't make it feel any better. Self-inflicted wound or not, it's still there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And the fact is, human beings can't really function with a broken heart. I mean, sure, I could live without David. But what kind of life would it be? An empty-shell sort of life. I mean, I had a perfect chance at love, and I blew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BLEW IT! Due to the fact that even though my eyes were open, I was not seeing. I wasn't seeing anything at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I give myself two weeks before I croak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Character Samantha Madison from Book All-American Girl by Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111031792453856498?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111031792453856498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111031792453856498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111031792453856498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111031792453856498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/heartbroken.html' title='heartbroken'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111024096841002593</id><published>2005-03-07T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:16:08.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When I think about it there are many things that I really want to do.  So many things that I could imagine these things happening in my head. Sometimes I even dream about these things. Call me your tipical dreamer. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;1. I want to fly in a hot air balloon with someone I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2. I want to kiss a boy this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. I want to be able to design my own clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;4. I want new clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;5. I want a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;6. I want gvgigcgtgogrg (muhah! SECRET CODE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;7. I want a boyfriend this year. (Emanuel did not count. THAT SUCKED.) Okay, correction: I want a boyfriend I can trust this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111024096841002593?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111024096841002593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111024096841002593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111024096841002593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111024096841002593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/wishing.html' title='wishing'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111014476558052838</id><published>2005-03-06T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:32:45.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bubblegum is good. I'm chewing on it right now, I could not live without it. Cotton candy flavoured. Yum :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I want to write another poem. So here it is. Just written today!&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Of being put through pain?&lt;br /&gt;Of tears rolling down my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Or being in the rain?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there happy moments?&lt;br /&gt;Or golden days agone?&lt;br /&gt;To you I'm just a memory,&lt;br /&gt;The past that's all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockqupte&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came up with that so I really don't know the rest....&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111014476558052838?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111014476558052838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111014476558052838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111014476558052838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111014476558052838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/bubblegum-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-111003655907369269</id><published>2005-03-05T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T07:32:41.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc77cc;"&gt;i sit here wondering if my heart decieves me,&lt;br /&gt;am i too lost to understand?&lt;br /&gt;for my world it is shaking,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody's offered their hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really don't get is,&lt;br /&gt;why would you want her when you had me?&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was good enough for you,&lt;br /&gt;but i was too blind to see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#aa00ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;you gave it back ripped and torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;is this what fate i have before me?&lt;br /&gt;always being left with a broken heart?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9900ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you leave me feeling unclean,&lt;br /&gt;tired and torn, i want to go home,&lt;br /&gt;i remain unhappy in this world,&lt;br /&gt;me, the girl who remains alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-111003655907369269?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/111003655907369269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=111003655907369269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111003655907369269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/111003655907369269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-110998905479601820</id><published>2005-03-04T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:30:36.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/sexi.gif" alt="Images hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well here I am again. Recently I have just danced pretty much three hours straight, 5:30-7:45, so my feet hurt. I decided it'd be a good idea to update, since I haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yes, the world of Jeannette is still no-mans-land. Well after my very nice break-up (note the sarcasm) on February 15th I just feel weird. Sure, the guy was a complete jerk and cheated on me but sadly, and I do mean sadly, to say I miss hugging him. I miss having a boyfriend that I can just hug anytime. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So what if I have guy friends that I hug. No of them are actually my &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay, singleness is fun. It's flirty, but it's so lonely. I think I am suffering from what's called "after-breakup syndrome". I am still heartbroken and still wanting. I still want to be held, kissed, and wanted. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's attention that I want that I don't have. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-110998905479601820?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/110998905479601820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=110998905479601820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110998905479601820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110998905479601820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/wanting-pt2.html' title='wanting pt.2'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-110990045008417999</id><published>2005-03-03T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:40:50.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Feeling normal at the moment. I'm not currently feeling as if I absolutely &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; to be in love with a person, like I do pretty much everyday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm thinking "think positive and live life until tomorrow!" I can't wait for tomorrow. It's Friday, and I love Fridays. But I will always love Saturdays more, really and truly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I can't write more meaningful entries at the moment, just nothing comes to my mind.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-110990045008417999?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/110990045008417999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=110990045008417999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110990045008417999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110990045008417999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/normal.html' title='normal'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-110980125300678623</id><published>2005-03-02T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:41:22.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's amazing how one hug and one smile makes me so happy. Having a crush on a guy it really undescibable. It makes you happy, but then it makes you so sad sometimes. Thinking he'll never like you as much as you like him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Just like Albert says in &lt;i&gt;Hitch&lt;/i&gt; "I wanna jump in front of a taxi because then maybe I'll stop thinking about her." It's like that for me, just he's a guy. I can't stop thinking about him. Why won't it stop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And knowing a few of my friends like him too doesn't help either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Damn it sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-110980125300678623?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/110980125300678623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=110980125300678623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110980125300678623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110980125300678623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/wanting.html' title='wanting'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-110971305030056169</id><published>2005-03-01T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:43:02.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary subsitute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I had a subsitute teacher for my science period today. Now, my class isn't that good at behaving for subsitute teachers. Normally we get majorly lectured or yelled at or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They're always complaing how we never behave or listen to them. But this subsitute is very different. We had no problems with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I seriously think she's deaf. My class will be asking her how to do something, what her name is, does she have kids....etc. And while we're asking her these questions she's talking about how we should really recycle and how she loves our science textbooks. "These are a gem of a textbook you have here, there's so much information..." Those were her words! Entirely different topics, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybe she was ignoring us since whenever we raised our hand to ask a question she'd listen. Hmm interesting teaching tecnique. Could come in handy one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-110971305030056169?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/110971305030056169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=110971305030056169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110971305030056169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110971305030056169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/03/scary-subsitute.html' title='scary subsitute'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-110963047371183299</id><published>2005-02-28T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:43:46.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever single entry in this diary is going to be labeled by one word. I'm trying this new thing, basically that one word is what the whole diary's going to be about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have a new layout! I didn't make it, but it took me awhile to figure out how to convert the code to fit Blogspot. It was originally made for Diaryland or Diary-x...but I really don't like those websites anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyways, it is snowing &lt;b&gt;bigtime&lt;/b&gt; outside. Maybe just maybe there will be a snowstorm tomorrow? I really need to catch up on my sleep. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ps. you can leave quick comments now! Just scroll to the bottom of the entries. (in future I might move it to the top.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-110963047371183299?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/110963047371183299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=110963047371183299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110963047371183299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110963047371183299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/02/snowy.html' title='snowy'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-110955020854265175</id><published>2005-02-27T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:43:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Here I sit, totally jealous of my friend. I really like this guy, I've liked him since I was in grade 4. We were boyfriend and girlfriend in grade 5, but that soon ended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;He sent this email to her, telling her that he loved her and that he was jealous of the guy she was flirting with at a party yesterday. He said she knew he liked that guy and that made him sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Part of me is secretly wishing that that email was really ment for me, and that he loved me. And she turned him down, it just makes me feel so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I want to say that I don't care about it because I know that's the right thing to do. Truth is I do care. I'm wicked jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-110955020854265175?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/110955020854265175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=110955020854265175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110955020854265175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110955020854265175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/02/jealous.html' title='jealous'/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11123475.post-110953898878759361</id><published>2005-02-27T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:16:28.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my first post in this blog thing! I went from Diaryland to Diary-x to Livejournal and now I'm here at Blogspot! I guess that I didn't really think any of those sites satisfied me. Hopefully that will change!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my name is Jeannette Xaypharath. I'm 12 years old and I love computers. I live in Hamilton,ON,Canada. Singing, dancing and flirting are my favourite hobbies. I love going to parties! Also, I really like being around people! And I'm a total optimist and a positive person. If you ever need a hug I am the person to go to! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Jeannette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11123475-110953898878759361?l=flirtyflip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/feeds/110953898878759361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11123475&amp;postID=110953898878759361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110953898878759361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11123475/posts/default/110953898878759361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flirtyflip.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-my-first-post-in-this-blog-thing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00973424251119119499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/weirdalicious/smallpicofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
