<?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-6277263</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:40:03.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neon Ballroom</title><subtitle type='html'>Life SUX</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6277263.post-108226236514668475</id><published>2004-04-17T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T23:30:06.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back in the Saddle Again</title><content type='html'>Yes.  Yes.  I have returned and i shall tell you why!  Today was the 3rd day of Rail Road Festival and....I walked up there with Megan, we broke up by the way-but we are still going to prom together- We met up with Sarah and her mom and went to the food court.  She mentioned my blog and how i left ya'll hanging about my dmajor tryouts-i didn't get it.  So i decided to start updating it again. Here is what you have missed:&lt;br /&gt;      Me and Megan broke up because I don't feel mature enough to go with someone.  I don't like the whole dating thing...i get nervous about what i should say or what i should do.  I don't know how fast to go or anything.  I like taking things slowly; we went out for a month and didn't even hold hands.  I'm no good at doing romantic stuff because I'm not romantic at all...I don't like mushy stuff, and I know i would probably puke if I tried to kiss someone because i don't like having other people's spit on my, but I don't think that would be a BIG problem; I can get over that.  Those are my reasons, but a lot of people say I broke up with her because of other reasons, but you know how amory is.   &lt;br /&gt;     I have made a lot of new friends and I feel like I am losing a few.  I talked to Riley about how i don't think certain people like me, and I think I bugged him to death about it and probably drove him off by making myself out like I'm worried about what people think of me and shit like that.  &lt;br /&gt;     I went with Anslee Moon to Ole Miss friday to pick up some awards that Stroke of the Pin won.  We got 8 in all.  Anslee is one of the neatest people I know.  We ate at Newts, and the pizza was the best pizza i have ever tasted.  We walked around the art department and the grove and the union.  I love the campus.  I think I'll probably go there, but i have yet to see the MSU campus.  I decided I want to major in Music and Journalism and minor in art.  &lt;br /&gt;     I am writing a comic type thing based on the movie THE CELL.  Its called The Cell.  I don't really want to draw pictures for it but i will.  I'm also starting yet another book of poetry and stort stories-hopefully I will actually finish this one.&lt;br /&gt;    I watched Rocky Horror Picture Show tonite with Sarah and Megan.  It was funny because they knew all the shout outs for the movie.  Sarah let me borrow A CLOCKWORK ORANGE, I'm excited about watching it.  Im going to watch it alone in the dark.  YAAAAAY for disturbing movies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     I have recently because a huge fan of Blind Melon, Aerosmith, Bob Marley,  and Norah Jones.  My Top Ten Bands Stands as is follows:  1.)Silverchair,2.) Incubus, 3.)Blind Melon, 4.)AFI, 5.)Norah Jones, 6.) The Beatles,7.)Aerosmith,8.)Bob Marley,9.) Evanescence, 10.) Lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;    I am on my 4th black notebook, yaaaaaaaaay!! I can't think of anything else to say but bye. and my AIM name is israelsSon2006, my msn name is incubus_eye2006@hotmail.com, and my email addy is incubus_eye2006@yahoo.com...please write or add me to your buddy list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-108226236514668475?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/108226236514668475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/108226236514668475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#108226236514668475' title='I&apos;m Back in the Saddle Again'/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107759587838726594</id><published>2004-02-23T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:14:05.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have drum major tryouts tomorrow, and its my bday.  I can't be happy about being 16 because im too worried.  I will talk about all the greatness of my bday AFTER tryouts...wish me good luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107759587838726594?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107759587838726594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107759587838726594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107759587838726594' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107724785591036765</id><published>2004-02-19T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:33:37.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was hectic.  I got my first high school c on my report card,...Bummer! Then after school I had to go to the middle school for my art enrichment class that I am helping Mrs. Moon with.  She wasn't there today, so I had to handle them by myself, one wouldn't get off the floor or would lay on the table, the other was just plain loud.  After that was over at five, I had to go straight to MSMS practice till 7.  Two hours of algebra 2.  BLAH...!!!I'm soo tired.  I need to practice drum major stuff.  Tryouts are Tuesday, my birthday...so....ill either have the best or worst birthday ever...According to how my tryout goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107724785591036765?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107724785591036765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107724785591036765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107724785591036765' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107698974021736635</id><published>2004-02-16T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:51:37.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to the middle school at 3 o'clock to work with Mrs. Coleman on drum major stuff.  I thought it was going to be just me and her, but a miracle showed up.  Mr. Avant came down today.  I was so glad to see him because he is amazing with drum major stuff.  He showed me a lot of cool things.  I will hopefully see him tomorrow also.  What a wonderful coincidence that was.  I have had the best luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107698974021736635?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107698974021736635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107698974021736635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107698974021736635' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107690631653434832</id><published>2004-02-15T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T20:56:25.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of curiosities</title><content type='html'>With every wind and bend on the dirt roads in Cosmoville, there is a winged creature waiting to greet you or treat you with an occasional hello or a usually explosion of rockabangs and seadacola.  Behind every tree there is a door of a house of a troll or a dwarf, never both at the same house or in the same bed.  Every time you walk out of your humble dwelling there is a knock from the inside of your door which presently is revealed as the fairy you didn't know you let in.  If you should ever refuse to let it out you will find your house as a pile of ashes behind your fence.  If your gate hits you on your way out, don't expect this to be unnoticed or taken lightly in the presence of a pixie, you will find it hiding in you shower the next morning waiting to scare the bajeezus out of you.  So the legend goes, but I highly doubt any of the such.  &lt;br /&gt;     I am Mallicae(mah-lick-eye), wizard, cluts, and if you want one word to describe me, I can only say jackass.  I was born during the reign of the vampire Archeragen(archer-a-gun) the great in 1709.  Bloody hell if you ask me.  One hundred years ago last month, the 53 of Malugust(mah-luh-gust), which is the 5th of 20 months and the spring of that year.  I spent most of my childhood in the open meadows with my best fickle fairy friend Freckando(freak-on-doe), or Eck for short.  Eck had silver wings, which was a sign of stupidity.  I didn't believe that when my parents told me, until I ended up on the roof of the tower of king Bresk(bree-sk) in Bastinoplin(bass-tin-op-lynn) which is a long story that makes absolutely no sense unless you know Eck by 20 years.  But when looking back on it on my 2 year voyage home, I realized that Eck may have been just too smart to be considered sane.  It takes a lot of brain to pull off the diferantanlocate(differant-an-locate)spell correctly, or maybe he was trying to do another spell and did that one by mistake, whichever, he is insane, not that any fairy is actually bright.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107690631653434832?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107690631653434832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107690631653434832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107690631653434832' title='Land of curiosities'/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107656135458178794</id><published>2004-02-11T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:51:44.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i got embarassed in chemistry. I couldn't see, and i was taking a test, so i asked mrs. black if i could take it another time.  She went and got someone out of study hall to read me the test.  My face got bloodshot red.  To make matters worse, she put us out in the hall.  Oh...My...God (in my best janis from FRIENDS voice)i need to find something to do with megan this weekend, but i don't what.  I don't know if she wants a lot people to go, or just me and her, whatever is fine.  I got a new notebook, i need pictures now!!Must continue the search.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107656135458178794?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107656135458178794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107656135458178794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107656135458178794' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107646880156804777</id><published>2004-02-10T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:09:10.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could not see, yet again today. Two days in a row i have not been able to see.  I broke my specs, so hell with it. I am now officially going out with megan. Yay!! I started on my story, i will try to get a link.  It is a fantasy type lord of the rings type science fiction type thing. I talking to megan now.  She has a kick ass website.  SO peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107646880156804777?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107646880156804777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107646880156804777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107646880156804777' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107613809813835678</id><published>2004-02-07T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T01:17:22.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one show down, two to go.  The first showing of the music man rocked.  I was very impressed with how it all went.  After the play, I went to the cast/band party.  It kinda sucked but what can you expect, thespian and band geeks, great fun.  So me, Riley,Megan, Amber, Ashley, Josh, Alonzo, Samatha, Jaimie, and James went to walk aimlessly around Wal-Mart.  I had Riley talk to Megan about going out with me.  I hope it works out.  Megan is the coolest.  She is someone who i can be myself around and we have the same personality.  Welp im kinda tired.  Riley and I are going to watch UNDERWORLD tomorrow.  Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the by, my new favorite quote is by john lennon, it is as follows: "Our late editor is dead, he died of death, which killed him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107613809813835678?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107613809813835678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107613809813835678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107613809813835678' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107578038932880367</id><published>2004-02-02T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:55:27.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metaphor Of Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is light&lt;br /&gt;But not enough to see&lt;br /&gt;It's still there&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it soon&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on it now&lt;br /&gt;It's there&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107578038932880367?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107578038932880367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107578038932880367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107578038932880367' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107578028521520197</id><published>2004-02-02T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:53:42.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music Man is this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  I'm really nervous.  I was going to go tryout for Northeast Honor Band but I backed down.  I was at Josephs about to go with him and I backed down.  I wasn't dressed up like I was supposed to be and I didn't have enough confidence in myself.  Mr. G is going to be pissed but oh well here are few poems I did in study hall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself Away Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness of invasion&lt;br /&gt;Corruption of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Gives me into persuasion&lt;br /&gt;Taintedness makes me blind&lt;br /&gt;Promises unyielding&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me behind&lt;br /&gt;the Thought of your unending&lt;br /&gt;Love is one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Wishing is not a sin&lt;br /&gt;So I wish not to find&lt;br /&gt;Myself away again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sleepy Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;  Do not lie&lt;br /&gt;They tell of things&lt;br /&gt;  Like heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;Your sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;  Tell a story&lt;br /&gt;A story of demons&lt;br /&gt;  and angels&lt;br /&gt;Your sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;  Can be read&lt;br /&gt;Like a library of &lt;br /&gt;  Images in your head&lt;br /&gt;Your sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;  Bloodshot and red&lt;br /&gt;Tells of a world of&lt;br /&gt;  Darkness all around&lt;br /&gt;Your sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;  As beautiful as they are&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of a dream&lt;br /&gt;  And waking beside&lt;br /&gt;Your sleepy eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107578028521520197?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107578028521520197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107578028521520197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107578028521520197' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107559746247408790</id><published>2004-01-31T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T19:06:37.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS</title><content type='html'>Im so stressed out.  Drum major tryouts are the 12th and Joy is trying out and I know i probably won't beat her.  She probably has a good routine worked up and I don't have anything.  I got Mrs. Wright to come over today, but i still don't have all the stuff i need for my routine.  I have to work on my cues, cressendos, etc...I have already broke down twice today, and I about to yet again.  I am shaking from head to toe and it is taking forever to type.  I need to get lessons these last few days.  I need serious help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107559746247408790?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107559746247408790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107559746247408790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107559746247408790' title='STRESS'/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107525395126236026</id><published>2004-01-27T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:41:20.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally a day without Music Man rehersal and no homework on the same night. The world must be ending.  Sorry I haven't been updating, but Music Man has kept me busy, and Algebra 2.  Nothing much has really happened on these last few days.  Just bored.  Im am trying to read 3 books at one time,The Mocking Project, CSI (body of evidence), and Storm Front(book one of the Dresden Files).It is kinda confusing but i can handle it.  Last year i was reading 5 at time.  Why are reading so many at once, you may ask? Because I am a horribly slow reader...I try to sink in everything, but i usually don't.  &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till February 3, the new incubus cd (A CROW LEFT OF THE MURDER) will hit stores.  FRIENDS 6th season came out today, but it will tomorrow before i can get it.  Im such a FRIENDS geek.  Everything that happens to me makes me think about and episode of FRIENDS or some song.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107525395126236026?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107525395126236026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107525395126236026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107525395126236026' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107491714714716045</id><published>2004-01-23T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T22:07:51.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visi.com/~phantos/wodtest.html"&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.visi.com/~phantos/images/wodtest/vampire.jpg' height='170' width='300' alt='You Are A Vampire' border='0'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visi.com/~phantos/wodtest.html"&gt;Take the World of Darkness Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:phantos@visi.com"&gt;David J Rust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107491714714716045?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107491714714716045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107491714714716045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107491714714716045' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107491589214970123</id><published>2004-01-23T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:46:56.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im making up a vampire story.  I'm really serious about it.  I love vampire stuff, so it is only natural that that is all i can seem to write about.  My grades are sucking in algebra 2.  I hate factoring, it kills me everytime.  I need someone to help me with it, but i don't want to feel dumb, I've never asked for help on anything like this before.  I can't wait till march.  You know why...Because AEROSMITH is comming to tupelo. Oh im so excited. I have to find someone to go with though.  It's gonna rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107491589214970123?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107491589214970123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107491589214970123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107491589214970123' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107473865078450379</id><published>2004-01-21T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:35:52.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://duomaxwell89.tripod.com/quiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://duomaxwell89.tripod.com/trowachar.jpg" border=0 alt="I'm Trowa Barton!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Trowa Barton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://duomaxwell89.tripod.com/quiz.html"&gt;Which &lt;b&gt;Gundam Wing&lt;/b&gt; Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://duomaxwell89.tripod.com"&gt;Quistis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107473865078450379?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107473865078450379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107473865078450379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107473865078450379' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107457171619826078</id><published>2004-01-19T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:10:35.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Greetings and Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>The day I miss church my old youth minister comes to visit.  He called me after church and went to aberdeen and say william.  He was like my bestfriend for a few years and we lost touch.  So there were waterworks and junk. He has a fiance(can't spell) are having a baby girl named Zoey.  We spent the day in tupelo and had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky left today.  I will really miss she is soo cool.  I really wish girls were like that here.  Hopefully we will keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go school tomorrow.  I would rather be raped by a mule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107457171619826078?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107457171619826078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107457171619826078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107457171619826078' title='Of Greetings and Goodbyes'/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107437917434787913</id><published>2004-01-17T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T16:41:30.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The concert last night was so cool.  It's not my music but it  was a good show. My favorite one  was AudioAdrenaline.  They had a good stage presence.  Katie got to go up on stage.  I was so happy for her because she was having a pretty bad day.  She got to help this magician dude with some stuff.  It was really cool.  &lt;br /&gt;Becky came down today.  She is a really neat person.  She's a little punk.  I really used to think she was annoying, but now she is cool.  She had on  a kick ass slipknot shirt.  I wish girls were punks here, they are either simihippy or preppy.  &lt;br /&gt;Have you know.  Before I left to go to the concert I called Jackie and asked her if she wanted to go.  We just talked like nothing happened. I find it hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107437917434787913?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107437917434787913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107437917434787913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107437917434787913' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107429079194209137</id><published>2004-01-16T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T16:18:43.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie VS. Jackie round #1340</title><content type='html'>Have you ever met someone who is sooo stubborn that it is just annoying.  Well I met jackie.  &lt;br /&gt;Last night she called me and said she heard that Matthew Perry(chandler) died that morning.  I said oh my god and checked the internet and news channel for details.  I couldn't find anything about it so he obviously wasn't dead.  I called and told her and she kept claiming that he was and said "well he is.  It won't be on the news because it just happened this morning"  so i thought, well it is called usaTODAY.  I asked her if she was playing a joke on me, because she jokes about stuff all the time so it is hard to tell when she is telling the truth.  Kinda like the boy who cried wolf.  So we kinda argued but not bad.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her this morning in band and said, "He's not dead I don't know where you heard it," she said,"from britney's (boyfriend or cousin or something(i forgot which one))" She starts accusing me of accusing her of lying, she said,"i was just trying to be nice about it call and tell you and be a good friend and accuse me of lying"  I myself found the situation to be kinda funny because jackie always lingers on stupid shit like this. Riley comes up behind me so i figure since we have the same type of humor that he would get a kick out of it too.  &lt;br /&gt;After school, im giving her and josh a ride home, she brings it up again, and starts the whole fight over again says that she isn't going to speak to me ever again and all that shit. It isn't unusual for jackie to say stuff like that, it is her defense to say hatefull things like i hope your family dies and whathaveyou.I told her that i wasn't mad at her and i didn't accuse her of lying i just simply asked and youd think that would work, but no.  I would have loved to have dropped the conversation but it kept going. She said she is mad because i told everbody at school, but i didn't tell everyone, i just told riley, but do you think that she understands,NO SHE DOESN't. I don't know if jackie is really mad at me or if she is just bluffing as usual.  Im sorry that she got the wrong idea, but i wish she would just drop it. Maybe it is her time of the month or something. I think i'll just become a mute.  Everytime i say something it comes out wrong or blows up in my face.  The only person who won't argue with me is god .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps... I heard my favorite quote today. I was talking to Christen after band this morning and i asked her if she was going to winter jam( a christian rock concert), i said it wasn't my type of music but it is something to do.  She said sarcastically,"yeah I don't have that jesus stuff that everbody is talking about...That sounds bad!" I loved it , it was soo funny. Thank you Christen for brightening me day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107429079194209137?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107429079194209137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107429079194209137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107429079194209137' title='Robbie VS. Jackie round #1340'/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107388011193411962</id><published>2004-01-11T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:02:13.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an english project due tomorrow.  I started at about 9 working on it soo...Im supposed to research cooties and bobwhites in to kill a mockingbird.  I can't find where bobwhites are mentioned at.  &lt;br /&gt;Riley's mom found his blogger and now he can't do one. Sux 4 him.  &lt;br /&gt;I went to church this morning. We had a clown come and do a little speech thing. It was very depressing, and he was really old. But after church i had the life drained out of me at music man rehersal.  I would really like it if i didn't have to practice every damn day.  When i got home from MM i had to go to umyf and chior.  It was pretty fun.  My chior director(Vickie)'s praise band came after umyf and played a little.  I loved watching them, it is my dream to learn how to play a guitar and get in a band and sing and be famous.  They played Pink Floyd, that was awsome.  I think Vickie is trying to start a praise band at the church.  She said we could have a jazz band since we don't really have any youth that play guitars or drums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107388011193411962?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107388011193411962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107388011193411962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107388011193411962' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107379984554777226</id><published>2004-01-10T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T23:50:23.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking while I was watching TV.  What am I going to do with my life?  I'm good at art, but where will that get me? Absolutely no where.  I would like to do computer animation, but I would probably have to move out to California and work for a studio. That would be great but where am I going to  get the money to go to California?  If I did anything with computers I would probably end up being a computer technician and work on people's computers all day. But I hate my own computer and it isn't broken, I don't think I could deal with broke computers, they just piss me off.  I wouldn't do anything in the medical field except psychology but that has such a plethora of jobs, I could end up being a teacher and I really don't want to do that.  I would be a psychologist put I would get tired of listening to people complain all day, and I would make fun of the schitsophrenics(can't spell).  That idea is blown out the window.  I don't really like anything else except music.  I don't wouldn't mind being a band director but its just like teaching, low pay and annoying kids.  Maybe I can make a career out of being a bum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107379984554777226?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107379984554777226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107379984554777226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107379984554777226' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107379172851484096</id><published>2004-01-10T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:29:09.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poetry corner&lt;br /&gt;A NOTE ON SELF ESTEEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;i think about you&lt;br /&gt;whenever i kill myself&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill you&lt;br /&gt;with every breath I take&lt;br /&gt;i breathe in you&lt;br /&gt;if ever i loose my mind&lt;br /&gt;i want to loose you&lt;br /&gt;when i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i see you&lt;br /&gt;if i want escape myself &lt;br /&gt;i run into you&lt;br /&gt;i wish the face in my mirror go away&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldn't see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107379172851484096?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107379172851484096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107379172851484096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107379172851484096' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107376226206789503</id><published>2004-01-10T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T13:18:32.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This guy keeps calling and comming to my house to ask aobut buying Ron's old piece-a-shit-poop-colored truck.  He is so annoying.  He acts like he wants the truck and he says he needs it really bad because his old truck blew up, yet he wont buy it.  Damn rednecks, they should be shot in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107376226206789503?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107376226206789503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107376226206789503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107376226206789503' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107360526713945867</id><published>2004-01-08T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T16:13:13.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom just came in her while i was in my room and started checking her email, without the slighted idea i  might be on it(why else would it be connected to the internet)and erased a big long post that i just typed and got sided tracked before I could publish it.  so now i have to start all over. Thanks MOTHER!!&lt;br /&gt;Shelly is a bitch. In ensemble today we were all sitting around talking.  Mr gillentine started talking about Johnny Bass and said he wouldn't amount to anything.  Shelly was all like well i gonna marry him.  I don't know why she would waste her time on that ass of a person.  He proly won't amount to anything.  Mrs. g said, so you want to work your butt off all day while he sits at home and gains weight.  She said, oh he's going to college. (I don't see that happening 1.)he doesn't have the grades 2.)his family doesn't have the money)That conversation eventually turned into talking about Shelly's church, the Church of Christ.  Mr. g said that they believe they are the only people going to heaven, i agreed with him because i have been told that i wasn't going to heaven because i didn't go to Church of Christ.  I sat in the congregation and listened to a man preach saying that only Church of Christ people were going to heaven. She got mad at ME!! I didn't even start it.  I agreed that was it.  Then she started talking about whitney leech and how she doesn't take baths a lot and she stinks. I've never been around whitney leech before so i don't know her so i didn't say a thing.  Im sure shelly will tell her that everyone was talking about her but her, because shelly does no wrong, :( She did that when she starting talking about Christen doing drugs.  She said i started it ,...that ain't happening 1.)christen is my friend and i wouldn't betray her 2.)christen is my friend and i wouldn't betray her . I would love to shove a pineapple up shelly's ass!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107360526713945867?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107360526713945867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107360526713945867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107360526713945867' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107335233846303598</id><published>2004-01-05T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T19:25:57.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah just as I thought...I forgot my damn notebook.  I could not sleep at all last night (this morning rather).  Just as I was about to fall asleep, I choked on my own spit.  The feeling didn't go away for almost an hour.  Then I had to pee.  Then Joey(my cat) comes in my room and starts playing with the cords on the back of my tv and occasionally comming over to me to bit my hand off.  Then it started to rain.  Then Joey and Phoebe(my other cat) get into a fight and scared me, so yet again I had to use the bathroom.  I know you don't care but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having a grand total of 4 hours of sleep, I set off to school and nearly ran into a parked car ( I'm not a bad driver, it was just that my windows love to fog over so i can't see, and plus i was half asleep).  I was misserable until I saw she-who-must-not-be-named (not voldemorette if you were wondering)Anyway, the sight of her reminded me why I go to school, who cares about grades, degrees, and jobs; I've got --------:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, I'm off to check emails and watch FRIENDS (&lt;3 Jennifer Aniston &lt;3. what more can I say)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107335233846303598?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107335233846303598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107335233846303598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107335233846303598' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107327789144629964</id><published>2004-01-04T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T22:45:10.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't get to sleep till 4 this morning, then I had to get up and get brainwashed at church(i don't agree with the church about a lot of stuff) at 10-12.  At 2 i went and saw CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN.  I went with Sarah , Heather , Wilson, Jeremy, and Jessica.  I wanted Riley to go but he had soccer practice :( bummer. I would hate to be tied down to a sport.The movie was good.  It had its high points, but Hillary Duff was such a dumbass and it made me misserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to go to school, I really don't mind it but it is really boring.  I think I will draw all day (watch me forget my notebook)!!I think I'll write a short story, I haven't done that in a while. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107327789144629964?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107327789144629964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107327789144629964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107327789144629964' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107319333432592755</id><published>2004-01-03T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T23:15:53.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent hours looking at damn mallmonkey cartoons.  They were funny but my eyes are cracking.  I hope Riley doesn't get mad at me for doing one of these too, it might be his THING or something.  Oh well...I am now off to glue my eyes together and email megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107319333432592755?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107319333432592755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107319333432592755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107319333432592755' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107318135525002748</id><published>2004-01-03T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T19:58:52.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a miserable day today.  I woke up at 11 in the morning which I never do during the holidays unless I am going to church (what fun).  Dana came over to help me clean my room.  It was pretty bad.  The worst thing about it was the old clothes at the bottom of my closet and in my dresser.  Her mom Belinda came over to help, and she had me run around and get food and a shelf to put in my bathroom ( which will be my next cleaning project). Then my mom wakes up and she starts dictating and being a stubborn pain in the ass (herself in other words). She would start yelling if I didn't want something and threw it away. "Why are you throwing that away?!?"  "Ummm....Because it's dirt  :|"  "Why did you through that shirt away? Its a nice shirt?What's wrong with those bluejeans?" "1.) I haven't worn them since I was in the fifth grade, 2.) It's ugly,3.) The bluejean choke my ankles and cut my circulation biatch!!(didn't actually say that but you get the idea.  We didn't get finished till 4 pm.  Im too pooped to poop!! I think I will put on PINK FLOYD and zone out, and work on my cartoon book.  I'm getting another notebook and it's going to be call the CoMiC BOOK. One big comic.  It will keep me occupied during world history.  Time to zone out.  Bizzi foe Shizzni (bye)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107318135525002748?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107318135525002748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107318135525002748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107318135525002748' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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-6277263.post-107310984226843609</id><published>2004-01-02T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T00:04:20.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...I guess I has a pretty productive day. I went to Tupelo with my mom, her friend Belinda,Belinda's daughter Dana, and Dana's brother Wesley. Wesley is a mess. While we were at captain D's he stood by our table and said,"I FARTED,AND IT WAS ROTTEN!!"really really loud. I laughed so hard that i cried.That cheered me up after the day of shopping. Shopping sucks ass. I'm fat, and stores don't like fat people. I think there should be more clothes for the fat people because skinny people would look better running around naked than fat people. KEEP THE FAT PEOPLE CLOTHED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Man I wish I weren't a loser.  I think I am the only person that doesn't get asked to do anything on the weekends.  So I am left staying at home feeling sorry for my dumb ass.  I am easily bored so I try to sleep as much as possible to avoid such great excitement.  If it weren't for my FRIENDS DVD'S I think I would be dead.  I can't help that I am loser with no life!!STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!ALL THIS LOSERNESS WILL OVERLOAD YOUR HEAD AND YOU WILL EXPLODE!!!!ONLY I CAN HANDLE THE TREMENDOUS STRESS THAT COMES WITH BEING A LOSER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6277263-107310984226843609?l=puremassacre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107310984226843609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6277263/posts/default/107310984226843609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puremassacre.blogspot.com/index.html#107310984226843609' title=''/><author><name>Robbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02960629158463033498</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>
