<?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-5876711</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:09.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>"i know of penquins that can slither up trees."-anonymous
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"i saw it on the cms channel"anonymous</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5876711.post-109416912487789766</id><published>2004-09-02T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T19:52:04.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW! i haven't witten in almost a month. crazy. anywho, so school has been going really good.  i haven't had very much homework at all, school has been so easy thus far. that's probaly due to the fact that i only have one AP class and my core classes are really easy. Anywho.....i'm really excited about the way Hamlet is going. i'm so glad i get to be Stage Manager. And i like all the people involved in it, and their are some new folks that oi haven't ever really talked to before in it and that's good casue i can meet knew people. Anyways....yesterday was the best day of school oi havehad yet and  it was all due to one class. That class was Biology AP. it was so fun. I don't think i have ever laughed so hard. It made me remember how much fun i used to have in biology in 9th grade. I kinda forgot being in Environmetal Science AP last year, cause that as just plain boring, nothing could make that class interesting.&lt;br /&gt;    Some of you may have heard the rumers, and yes they are true. So i made Mr. Delaney cry today in Honors A. I feel kinda bad. i knew the song as perfect for the exercise, but i felt kinda bad using my own experiences for a theatre project. But it did feel good to have everyone compliment me. i've never really had that happen to me due to my acting, and their compliments were sincere. And the really funny thing was, some people complimented me on my voice and i know i can't sing, i think it was all just the flim in my throat, cause i'm kinda sick. And that kid did the  thing i said he would do! ahhhhhhh! he does it for every single person who does anything. " oh that was just so good, i was just like wow, it was so good, i love you." I hate that kids comments. he has no need to even give comments anymore because we all know he's going to ssy it was amazing regardless of what you do!!!! anyways, it's ok, i just won't take his comments to mean much. ok well that's all i camn say fo r now, i have to go pack fo r the beach! I'm so excited. Myrtle beach, Here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-109416912487789766?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109416912487789766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109416912487789766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109416912487789766' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-109217573191919625</id><published>2004-08-10T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:08:51.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i hate being sick. i feel so achy and shaky and like i'm about to throw up. i cream is good when your sick though.  i feel so weak, like i don't have much strength, but i do, i just don't now. i'm not being coherent, i think i'm a bit delusional.  anywho. uh, nothing much has happened since i last wrote, except that i got to hang out with brittany on sunday. o. and i went to reedsville, which was absolutely fabulous. i love hanging out with that crazy ccc bunch. and talking till 5:30 in the morning like little girls at a slumber party. i'm kinda ready to go back to school, so i can go ahead and get the year over with. i really am looking at APP as the college i want to go to. i think i'm going to go visit it sometime soon. i also need to get one of those books to look up scholarships i can start applying for. anywho, sara, if you rread this, call me whenever possible, i miss you so much, and tell me when your gunna be home alone so i can come visit you, i'll park down the street i promise. ubtit doesn't really matter now since were starting schol in less than a week anyways.i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-109217573191919625?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109217573191919625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109217573191919625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109217573191919625' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-109131039515867856</id><published>2004-07-31T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T17:46:35.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was so awesome today, what happened. so i was hanging out with andrew illegally.... i told my dad i was hanging out with rebecca. anywho, we went to reedy creek park to roller blade, and while we were roller blading we decided to stop at the nature mueseum they have at the park. we were in there for like five minutes an in comes some people you would never guess. it was david nolan and michelle. i was so happy to see them, especially david since i haven't seen him all summmer. anyways, it had to have been fate. cause no one goes to the nature meuseum at reedy creek, especially at the same time i would be there. ah...it was just crazy..i htought i would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-109131039515867856?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109131039515867856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109131039515867856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109131039515867856' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-109121864622568411</id><published>2004-07-30T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:31:55.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was reading nicks blog the other day and he was talking about how Mr. Mitchell said that he should direct a play. i htink he should really do that, because i think that nick will make a magnificent director someday and would probaly do a most fabulous job directing a play at our school. i mean, i saw tape (the play he directed in theatre three a couple of years ago) and it was just geat, i mean he did a really good job on that play. it was without a question the best student directed play in the class. so i hope he decides and gets the chance to do that next year. hey, i'll do some tech work for it if he wants me to. he should definitely be in playwriting though. because i don't think that you neccessarily have to write a play in that class next year. i think mr. D is changing up the rules for that class. but he would have alot of oppurtunites to direct in that class if he chose to. anywho....uh. well i guess thaqts all i was thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i have some more hings to say now that i think about it. well, i think i know what i waqnt to do with my life. i know that i right now i really wnat to go to APP, but i need todefinitely go take a tour of that school before i make my decision, but i really am intrigued buy the thought of going there. anyways, back to what i want to do with my life, well there is alot. first off, i want to be on staff at CCC all the summers that i am in college. that is without a question in my mind one thing i want to do. but then i want to go into the navy r the coast guard, and be on a search and rescue team, but if that doesn't work out i think i'll want to be a youth directior for a little while. i also want to go to seminary and become a minister. i think that the kind of minister i would like to be is one that works at a smaller church, that really just does sermons on sunday and special holidays, but can have another job during the week. i think wherever i live i will try and be involved in some local theatre, maybe doing some volenteer tech work. and i know that i don't want to live in a big city, so i may just end up helping out the local highschools theatre department. i kinda wanna live in a small (not to smaal, just not big like charlotte) town. that would be cool. i know i wanna have a big family too. lots of kids. but thats prety much some of the things oi want to do with my life. maybe i'll even do a little of what my dad does, orthopedics, you know, as the other job i have when i'm a minister. but i dunno. i do enjoy the cast work i do at my dads office, but i don't know if i would want it to be a career. anyways, thats about all i have for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-109121864622568411?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109121864622568411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109121864622568411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109121864622568411' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-109113995800260264</id><published>2004-07-29T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T18:35:24.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what i was just thinkin' after watching the pepsi commercial about winning the 2 billion dollars... i was thinkin what i would do if i won that 2 billion dollars. i had a great plan. i would first off keep about one million to myself, really thats alll i really need. i plan on working for the rest of my life anyways, and thats alot in itself. but then i would give my family (intermediate) about 2 milliojn dollars to keep them going, to help them pay off my debts and their debts and get them new cars and a new house. i would definitely give a million to my aunt tammy and a milluion to each of my grandmothers, just so they don't have to worry about money anymore. any 500, ooo to my uncle randy's family and to my aunt paulas family. Then to the good stuff. i know i would give about 13 million to CMC, the childrens oncology ward. to help make the facilities for the fmilies better and to help with research. then about ten million to childrens hospitals in charlotte. that would leave about 70 million out of the firs billion and then of course the other billoin. then i would give 20 million to the church i grew up in to help them keep going strong. then i would take about ten million to the side to just give to people on the streets that i see that i think could need a litle extra dough. and of course about ten million to give to some of my good friends who might need the money. which leaves thirty million aout of the first billion. uh... i would just take that money and give it to several charity organizations except for about 2 million. i would give that to our family friend debby Liller(name changed for secretive purposes) who might need it soon if she wants to leave that crappy husband of hers. So that leaves one billion dollars. well first off i would have to say that 5oo, ooo million of that money would definitely go to Carolina Cross Connection. that would be just fabulous for them. they wouldn't have to go around begging fo r so many donations throughout the summer, and they would defintely have the money to get the materials they need for the summer. they might even be able to lower the price it costs campers to go to ccc in the summer. anywho. then they could probaly open up some more camps in differnt areas of norht carolina and spread their missions. oh it would be fabulous. you know what, make that 500, 000 million 700,000 million. they need it and its a very worthy cause. then i might give 500,000 dollars to the theatre department of northwest school of the arts. ah.... now what to do with the remaining 300,000 million? uh...i guess i would put it into the bank and save it for another worthy cause or several worthy causes. and i know all this sounds like "yeah right, like she would really give that much of the money away", but yeah i think i would. i don't want to be rich and i would love to be able to help oput all those differnet people. i probaly would give the money anonymously because i don't take people telling me thank you to well. i just don't lie being thanked. ah.... wishful thinking i guess. i wish it would happen though. but probaly not. but thats what i would do if i won 2 billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-109113995800260264?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109113995800260264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109113995800260264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109113995800260264' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-109097891640061510</id><published>2004-07-27T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:41:56.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um... so i got a 4 on my psychology AP exam, which is absolutely fabulous, and means i get a credit for college, also fabulous.  Mr. Hoover really is a great teacher, i was really prepared for that test. &lt;br /&gt; onward...now. i feel out of place being in charlotte now. i wish i was back up in the mountains doing good deeds for the lord and hanging out with my homies from CCC. That staff was so awesome and i already miss them so much i really wanna cry.  i don't want to go back to northwest.  i don't want to go back to all the people, that aren't really ad people, but make me feel as if i'm living in a sinful way.  here's a for warning.... i'm a changed girl, and i am gunna try my hardest once i get back to school to show how being a christian can make you feel so good, and i'm not going to sstand around and let people make fun of jesus all the time either. i'll stand up for him,, its why i'm placed on this earth. that last sentence may sound stupid, but i'm going to do somehing to that extent. and i'm not going to be annoying and push my faith on all of you, but if there is a time i feel i neeed to defend my religion i will. But basically thats why i don't want to go back to norhtwest, because i feel like i'm going to be dragged down in my faith going back ther. of course i still love and want to see my andrew and sara and david and landon, etc... cause i love them so much. i just don't know what to do.  i don't think i can take another year trapped in school.  i feel like everything is happening at once. all this court/pti stuff, i got saved, ccc is ending, school is beginning, i go to worry about colllege applications, my youth director and friend is leaving, i'm trying to change my life, i miss my friend ashley and am trying to rebuild our relationship, ahhhhhhhh.  when willl everything come together? i hope i get the job at bruegers.  i have to start getting money in  to my parents to pay them back for all this mess. which is another thing i'm not looking forward to going back to school for.  i don't want all that crap from people about the whole mess we got ourselves into in may. and i am unbelievably tired of this whole andrew/nick battle. i don't even think its them bickering anymore, just their close friends. its getting more attention then it needs and i don't really think i'm on a side in this thing anymore.  i'm just sitting back and watching it and laughin my head of. everybody just needs to shut up about it. who cares? its pathetic if this  is  still something  for you to gossip about or get involved in or fight about. its over.  so evrybody get over it. and i'm not really talking to nick and andrew becasue they aren't really talking about it anymore, that i know of, just the surrounding parties. ahh, i'm just so sick of hearing about it. lets have something new and big happen so we have something else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt; i wish i could be back at ccc right now, surrounded by crazy christians, ah how i love them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-109097891640061510?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109097891640061510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109097891640061510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109097891640061510' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-109009653748447318</id><published>2004-07-17T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T16:35:37.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CCC was so fabulous. it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i've been thinking about something lately though. and it really bothers&lt;br /&gt; me. these past couple of months i have totally changed my ways and am&lt;br /&gt; ready to follow christ whole-heartedly(if thats how you spell it). but&lt;br /&gt; one of my friennds told me a story about one of his old teachers the&lt;br /&gt; other day. i t was about how he used  to go to parties an drink&lt;br /&gt; and smoke weed and stuff and live in a totally hipocritical way because&lt;br /&gt; then he would go to church the next day, kinda like me.  and then&lt;br /&gt; he changed his life around for god. soon after that his friends wanted&lt;br /&gt; him to go to a party with them and he said he didn' want to go, but&lt;br /&gt; instead invited his friends to church with them. but his friends had&lt;br /&gt; seen the way he acted and wanted no part of christianity, and that&lt;br /&gt; night his friends died in a car accident. he didn't get the chance to&lt;br /&gt; make them believers in chris and he knew he wouldn't be seeing them in&lt;br /&gt; heaven, according to what he believed. and it all makes mew think about&lt;br /&gt; me and my friends. i haven't shown the love of christ to any f them and&lt;br /&gt; if one of them thst was a non-beliver died today iwould have their&lt;br /&gt; blood on my hands, because i didn't even try to witness to them.&lt;br /&gt; umm....yeah. so i'm gunna try and startt doing that, but it will be&lt;br /&gt; hard seeung as how kids at northwest have very extreme veiws on&lt;br /&gt; religion and are set in their beliefs. uh.. thats all i have to&lt;br /&gt; say.kinda random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-109009653748447318?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109009653748447318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/109009653748447318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109009653748447318' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108888785121421459</id><published>2004-07-03T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:50:51.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...i finally got to seee the Passion! it was amazing. it made me so much stronger in my faith. i just sat their and prayed for awhile after the movie was over. i was just in awe. &lt;br /&gt;well, i'm about to start the three week CCC adventure. i've already been twice to work and i'm leaving tommorrow to go work for a week, then come back saturday and leave again sunday to go to CCC as a camper, and then come back saturday and leave that sunday again, to go work again. so you can still write me letters to that address i put up here before. SO DO IT! anywho, i'm going to go out to eat tonight with one of the Staffs of CCC and then go to Megan Bridges birhtday party. exciting. well i guess i'km off to wash cloths for tommorrow and get ready to go out for tonight.i get to see andrew, yeah! Call me on my cell anytime Sara. i miss you. i should stop saying i miss you , cause it just makes me and everyone ele sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108888785121421459?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108888785121421459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108888785121421459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108888785121421459' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108846068258264901</id><published>2004-06-28T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T18:11:22.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> so i just got back saturday from CCC, which was amazing. i really do love Jesua, you can make fun of me all you want, but i do. and i hope someday all my friends will know Jesus too. The only drawback to the week was that....NONE OF YOU WROTE ME LETTERS! Thanks alot guys. anywho. i've been realizing lately how depressed and sad i am. i'm not normally so sad, but i am now. i just miss you guys soooo much. i am definitely an extravert, if thats how its spelled. i need my friends. i love them so   much and i need them to be happy, cause without them life is too boring, and lonesome. i don't know if i am writing coherently so i'll just stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108846068258264901?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108846068258264901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108846068258264901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108846068258264901' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108766854681743305</id><published>2004-06-19T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T14:09:06.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... the first time i wrote this post it was deleted so i guess i'll write it again, uh,.. YEsterday was the best day ever! it really was. My parents let me drive to this suprise birthday party for one of my church friends and so, being the bad peson i am, i went other places before the party. i read on sara's blog that she was working so i went to visit her, and i came back after the birhtday party and andrew and rebecca and jana and Jenny Mu-Mu were there. i was so happy. i didn't have to wory about getting home to quickly cause my parents and brother were going to see a movie. but they were going to chico's house(meaning three doors down form my house) so went down there and hung out. don't worry, i didn't do any drugs or anything. but i had so much fun hanging out with the people i've been missing. i just wish landon had been there because i miss him alot too. so now back to the boring life of Diana Hagler. uh.. i'm going back to CCC tommorrow, so i won't see you guys for a week, meaning i never see anyone anymore, except for the yesterday thing. anywho, if you guys that read this would write me letters i would feel really happy. my cell phone doesn't work up there. i really would feel really happy if you sent me letters. so plaese? please? ok here's the address, but put diana Hagler on the top. and try and send them before thursday because i don't know if i 'll getthem before i come home if you don't , and i come home saturday. so here's the address...&lt;br /&gt;Camp Elk Shoals&lt;br /&gt;349 Methodist Camp Rd&lt;br /&gt;West Jefferson NC 28694&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, and i'll miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108766854681743305?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108766854681743305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108766854681743305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766854681743305' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108742247392729680</id><published>2004-06-16T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:47:53.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I PASSED AP ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE! and i got a 4.25, which is good for the work i'd been doing. i'm very happy about that. Sara, call me whenever your parents aren't around and you get the chance, i miss you so much. i wish we could just hang out for one day, just one day. eh. anywho, uh thats all i have to day thats going on in my really boring life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108742247392729680?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108742247392729680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108742247392729680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108742247392729680' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108725185342880928</id><published>2004-06-14T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:24:13.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, what have i been up to lately? Well i just got back from CCC Saturday, and i have been reating from that, since i didn't get much sleep there, until i have to go back up next week. It was such a relief to get away from my parents and evrything going on around here. i had so much fun and didn't think about "things" for a whole week. but now that i'm back i'm starting to worry again. I'm hereing that thge judge isn't very accepting to the idea of letting us do PTI. so that makes me worry alot about whats going to happen now and in the near future. ugh. anyways, i really miss Andrew, and Sara, and David. i miss them so much. So sara, if you read this and get the chance sometime to call my house do it, if your mom's not around of course. and where did Sara's Live Journal go? Huh? Where did it go? anyways... My youth director just told my youth group yesterday that he's leaving in July. I never thought it would hit me so hard, but we've become really good friends these two years i have known him. I'm going to miss him being around som much. but he's got to move on to bigger and better things. i just started bawling for like the first time ever in fromt of my youth group when he told us. ugh. why does everything have to be happening right now? and if you read this and the print is really small, tell me how i can fix it, cause all the things i open on my computer look like that right now, and i'm tired of it. Man, i wish i had been able to go to graduation. that was probaly the last time i had to hang out with the graduates, and i missed it, being at camp. maybe i'll get to hang out with them sometime this summer if my arents let up a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108725185342880928?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108725185342880928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108725185342880928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108725185342880928' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108621009843214274</id><published>2004-06-02T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T17:05:04.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=Demonac&amp;meme=1064930787' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;The World Is MINE! by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/demonac/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Demonac&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name:' value='Diana' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You will conquer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;the Entire Internet (except for Al Gore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your title will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;You will succeed by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Terrorism (the Penguins pack a whollop!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Enforcers will be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;The Ghost of Strom Thurman (that guy was scary).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your first act as ruler:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Impose World Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;(What happened after)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://agc.deskslave.org/index.html#worldwasyoursmeme'&gt; Try "The World Was Yours! What Happened?" MEME to find out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='Demonac'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1064930787'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108621009843214274?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108621009843214274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108621009843214274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108621009843214274' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108620988477622475</id><published>2004-06-02T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:58:04.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can hardly wait until i go to CCC. i just love it so much there, and i'll be working with my home girl Lauren Mullis. and i will finally be able to get out of this stupid house and away, far away from my parents. plus i'll get to drive up there, something i haven't done in a while, eh, just two weeks. anyways, SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER! i can't wait. i have 1 day plus about 25 minutes left of school. i'm almost free, for the summer at least, sorry i'm not a senior, don't get to go off to college or anything, still have a year left of high school and everything, but it's cool, cause right now, i'm not at the maturity level or organized enough togo to college. well that's pretty much all i have to say except, evrryone sign my yearbook...TOMORROW!(is that how it's spelled?)Tommorrow, Tommorrow, i love you tommorrow, your only a day away.(oh, so that's how its spelled.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108620988477622475?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108620988477622475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108620988477622475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108620988477622475' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108613189507084600</id><published>2004-06-01T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T19:18:15.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't even express how upset i am by what he said, i really can't. i'm just going to move away from this subject.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DIANA HAGLER IS NOW PRESIDENT OF THE THESPIAN SOCIETY. - YEP THATS RIGHT, I'M COOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C-YA WOULDN'T WANT TO BE YA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108613189507084600?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108613189507084600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108613189507084600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108613189507084600' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108579878658924684</id><published>2004-05-28T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:46:26.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... this has been the most boring week of my life, yep it has. i have not done one interresting thing this week. i was saving up my skipping days for this kinda time in schol and now i can't do it. the only reason i have actually been going to school is to see my friends who i won't be seeing to much of during the summer. i really miss hanging out with them. i love them all so much and it's like my right to do anything outside of school with them has been taken away, no wait, that is what has happened. its only been one week and i almost criend today because i wasn't going to be able to hang out with them this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;well, enough of my pity party, i don't think that's my style. i'm leavin to go to the beach tommorrow with my dad, nothing big, were just going to my grandma's beach house. i really was pushing my dad to go because i couldn't stand the thouht of sitting around here for 3 days with nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;so today was pointless, but fun. i went to two classes that ween't mine this morning, shakepeare on film, where we watched butch cassidy and the sundance kid, and then honors a where we played theatre games. i had so much fun in honors A today. i liked walking like a monkey getting bras thrown at me, the laughing like amanda was a bit hard. i also saw nick like i have never seen him before. he walked like a ballerina/bad catholic school girl. it was so funny. i'm really excited about taking that class next year. well, i guess i'll see you all on tuesday, and i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108579878658924684?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108579878658924684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108579878658924684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108579878658924684' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108542896431633693</id><published>2004-05-24T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T16:02:44.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today has been three years since Josh died. perfect timing right? eh. anyways i just wanted to let everyone know that in some way and for them to take a few seconds to just remember him today. thats pretty much all i have to say except that i am really sorry to you guys who are getting called and weren't even there friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108542896431633693?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108542896431633693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108542896431633693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542896431633693' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108535684724006472</id><published>2004-05-23T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:00:47.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one light out means the rest of my life goes to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108535684724006472?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108535684724006472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108535684724006472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108535684724006472' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108484110900737522</id><published>2004-05-17T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T20:45:09.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got out of school early today because i didn't have any research to work on my paper for english, or my novel to work on my novel project for english. have i mentioned that i hate english? eh,probaly. anywho i left school and went to barnes and nobles by southpark mall and got house on mango street. and then i went to the double decker mcdonalds, which has a piano playing inside of it, fancy, and i got a active adult happy meal, but that's not even the best part. i got a step-o-meter, which tracks my steps. what could be more exciting? ... nothing! i think i'll go walkng around town to see how many steps i can take, on second thought, i say no to that. now, i must go work on english, on second thought, i say no to that as well.  hey when's rebecca coming into town? i wonder. i haven't seen her since proom. i was supposed to hang out with her at brittanys this weekend but i never heard back from her. &lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. when will school ever end??????/??&lt;br /&gt;oh i was watching tv and you know what, i love those identity theft commmercials. i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108484110900737522?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108484110900737522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108484110900737522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484110900737522' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108474012536032522</id><published>2004-05-16T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T16:42:05.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was driving on harris blvd. yesterday coming back from that church thing i had to do and i was in the university area, just driving along, when i look up and see this big van with posters and things hanging off of it  and flags and all sorts of things and i couldn't really tell what the posters had on them because it was on the other side of the raod across the median and i didn't notice it until it was passing me. so i keep driving and then i see this guy holdong a sign with two babies on it, one that is healthy and one that has been aborted. and then i see several peopple holding signs saying God Bless America? and having pictures of mutulated babies on them. and then i figured out that i was passing bye a abortion protest or "pro-life" thingy. Then i remembered hearing about this going on earlier that day. The thing that was horrible about it was that they had children holding signs too and they probaly didn't even know what abortion was and they were holding a sign of a bloody baby skeleton. The images were just horrible abd i thought it was a really bad way to go about protesting abortion. the signs even offended people who were also pro-life, so we know there must have been something wrong with th4e way they were going about things. ugh. i seriously almost through up. and they protesters didn't know who was going to drive bye. what if a mom with five kidsa drove bye and saw that and her kids started getting scared. or what if a someone who had had an abortion that maybe thay regret drove.by. they could have had a mental break donwn right there. i don't know if any of these things actuallyt happened and i don't know how many others felt about the protest, but i'm just saying it was bad. &lt;br /&gt;so on a lighter note. uh. i hung out with ashley alot thuis weeken d and we went with my friend kelly to a concert at ashley's friends house and played in the street for awhile and then went to kelly's mom's house to sit in her jaccuzzi that was cold so we had to wait an hour for it to get hot. anywho it was a great weekend but now i have alot of english to do and oi don't know how i'm going to get it all done. so the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108474012536032522?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108474012536032522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108474012536032522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108474012536032522' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108459257353128506</id><published>2004-05-14T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:42:53.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is what i wrote on brittany's blog today and we can't figure out how to publish it.:&lt;br /&gt;The title was Death = i'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;and the post was:&lt;br /&gt;hello...i'm brittany. yes yes i am. uhhhhh... i see that u all are caring about my name so lety me give you some history on it. it os greek from the word britt...any and it came from an ancient burial ground of a dead horse named cactus. so my parents decided to name me brittany when they heard this cause they knew that when i was born that i would look like a hore.....se so they decided that it would fit me to have that name when i died at age 678 because then i would be dead ancient like a horse. so now that we have discussed the matter a hand we need to get to more important matters like how many tootsie rolls you can fit in your moouth while eating a cake. giggle. i have always been able to fit 56 beccase i can turn into a chipmunk and so my cheeks can be used for storage. so how many can you fit? try it now. and then comment back.... i'm waiting. i'm pretty and when i say this i mean that Diana is so hotr then me. venom. now goodbye and diana =cool so take that with you in your yeaster years. those are the years of easter morning that add up after you have lived 365 years so none of you may know what it is like and dian = cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: there is an a at the end of the word Dian right above this sentence to = the word diana in it's own sentence saying that Diana is cool. meaning Diana = cool. this is Brittany signing off for Diana news stories live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108459257353128506?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108459257353128506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108459257353128506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108459257353128506' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108457619640899539</id><published>2004-05-14T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T19:09:56.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i haven't updated in awhile, or maybe just a couple of days, but anywho. i hate school... that's all i have to say, and when i say that i mean i hate homework and shitwork that our teachers are giveing us now because schools almost over. Ms. Ridenour is a fuckass, wow i sound like andrew, but i, well, haha, i love you andrew. anywho. i hate mrs. R because she is giving us a fucking senior exit project and we are doind it in two weeks, and they usually take months to do. anywho, she also giving us a novel fucking project to do in the same weeks and thats just too much. but on the other hand, were doning things like watching fern gully and playing scrabble in my AP classes so thats good. anywho, Brittany almost died today in this place we went and i was so scared for her life because io love her and i almost caused her death by pushing over a weight bench at her.  i hugged(something i usually don't do) her for like ten minutes straight. anyways i'm a brittanys house right now and weere going to go swimming and its gunna be fun. so i guess thats all i have to say except i really love all of you out there even the one's that i don't talk to that much and i am really going to miss you seniors next yeatr, but i guess me and the other peeps can come visit you college kids sometime next year. but ...bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108457619640899539?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108457619640899539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108457619640899539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108457619640899539' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108423769698934986</id><published>2004-05-10T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T21:08:16.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, Mr. Hoover is such a great person. He is so funny too. i can't believe he stayed up all night preparing that psychology video for us. Then he said that we (the students did mre work then him). he's so modest. Well i had a great time at the psycholgy party today, the video was so funny. My two favorite parts have always been MR. hoover trying to floss his teeth with a knife and Mr. Hoover writng that letter to Mr. Joyce that reads "Dear Joyce, you are my fav. -B.Dogg." i really wish i could take psychology again next year, but i'm going to take philosophy so that will be cool. &lt;br /&gt;ANywho, i came home today and fell asleep until 6:30. Ahhhhhhh! i really shouldn't be typing write now because i need to be studying for my two, count them, two AP tests tommorrow. I have to take AP tests and i don't even get to enjoy the luxury of leaving school early or coming to school late. in fact, i think i'm still going to be in the AP test after school lets out. &lt;br /&gt;When will school ever end????? i hate it so . eh, i really got to go study and then maybe finish watching cinderella-disney animated version. I'm not really worried about the tests tommorrow becuase i don't think that too much studying will help me anyways, i know pretty much all i'm going to know for the test now, we've been studying for it all year, and if i don't know it by now, i never will.&lt;br /&gt;Qoutes:&lt;br /&gt;MIsky:(talking about the movie Van Helsing)"you know, same old story, electricity". &lt;br /&gt;MIsky: (talking about the movie troy) "It's going to have that hot girl in it, Brad Pitt"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108423769698934986?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108423769698934986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108423769698934986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108423769698934986' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108415457328957623</id><published>2004-05-09T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:02:53.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing to say except that i don't want us to be mad at each other. and this and other things is going to make me cry very soon. let's talk becausei can't stand feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108415457328957623?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108415457328957623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108415457328957623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108415457328957623' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108406941717440156</id><published>2004-05-08T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T22:28:07.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw the movie ENVY. it has ben stiller and jack black in it. uh, what can i say, i don't klnow if i liked it or if i hated it. it was really....wierd (i wanted to use a better word than that but i can't think right now.) there were some very funny parts on there own and then their were parts that were funny cause no one understood. christopher walken was in the movie, which again, i don't know if that ws a good thing or a bad thing. anywho, it reminded me of rhinocerous and that style of humor. it seemed to me that it was metaphorical for something, i don't know what that something was, and i could be completely wrong but...i don't know what i was going to say here. it also looked like the same people who did sets and costumes and props for Moulin Rouge, did them for this movie as well. eh. i'm tired and still kinda sad, so i'm gunna go do something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108406941717440156?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108406941717440156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108406941717440156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108406941717440156' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108405501253148362</id><published>2004-05-08T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T18:29:40.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel very dark today, or depressed rather. i've had this feeling several times before after getting drunk the night before, but only once has it been this strong before. it's the feeling i get when i feel like i'm a bad person and think how could i ever drink and get high, and do the bad things i do like that. i used to get this feeling alot when i was first starting to go to people's houses and get drunk. but those times of feeling this feeling i have were usually brought on because when i was drinking i was somewhere that i din't want to be but had to stay cause i was drunk. when i feel like this i always tell myself that i never want to get drunk again, or... i never want to get high again. i don't know if i'm making any sense. i get this feeling when my drunkin' experience wasn't a funny, joyful, crazy time, but a dark time full of wrong things. right now i never want to get (pause...have a phone call.) Back. now what was i saying? oh yes... right now i never want to get drunk again. i hate it. it just causes so much pain in myself and sometimes others. i just, i can't get things off my mind, and i feel like things won't be the same foe quite awhile. this type of thing has happened to me once before (the time when i had this feeling about as strong as this time) and things kind of got back to normal, but not quite. things were never really the same. ugh. this wasn't as bad as i'm making it out to be, i have had a worse time (just to repeat myself once more). i just feel like crying. i hate this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, now that i've made evryone wonder, uh, new topic. let me let uyou guys in on a little piece of common courtesy..well i don't know how common, but, DON'T TELL PEOPLE YOU WILL GIVE THEM A RIDE TO WORK AND THEN CHANGE YOUR MIND ABOUT THE RIDE WHEN IT IS TOO LATE TO DO THAT. aND ESPECIALLY DON'T TRY AND DROP THAT PERSON OFF AT A MALL FOR TWO HOURS BY THEMSELVES AND THEN LET THEM FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET ACROSS 1-85 TO WORK.  this is a completly hypothetical situation, and if someone did this to a person , of course i would be the one to have to volunteer to take them to work. and i do believe the person to do this would be a complete jerk. but i'm not mad. ok. i'm not. BUt maybe i wasn't told the complete story, maybe just one side. you have to consider things like this. ugh. i'm working myself up here. &lt;br /&gt;o and yes i finished a couple of mixed cds i was working on today. so i guess that will be the highlight of my day. &lt;br /&gt;i should take a nap since i only got about 3 hours of sleep last night and haven't taken a nap yet today.&lt;br /&gt;by the way. i'm listening to "Do you feel like i do"- Peter Framton&lt;br /&gt;i't a great song, you should all listen to it, but when you have time because it's thirteen minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;i should get some rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108405501253148362?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108405501253148362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108405501253148362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108405501253148362' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108387096430874644</id><published>2004-05-06T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T15:20:31.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was very mad today and i don't really know why. i was also getting kind of depressed and i don't know why. i think that i just got in a bad mood when sara was late to school and we almost had to go to second period and sit with ms. franzese. anywho. then i had to take a essay test the whole class in environmetal science AP, which i hate essays.  then i had to take a psychology test, which was entirely to much to write for one test. it just took to long,  for everyone. even the fast test takers took a long time on this test. then i had lunch and got hit in the nose with hanah's head, and it wasn't her faught, it was andrew's because he pushed her. then when i said to andrew tht it hurt he acted like it wasn;t his fault and got mad and yelled at me. it wsan't a big deal, i just wanted him to say sorry or something. then i took yet another test in precalculus, which i failed. ugh. ahhhhhh. i sound like the boring people who write about evry class they took and that's all. i don't think that i am typing coherently. i really want the weekend to come soon. and then summer. i don't think that i can take much more school. and.. oh. Andrew don't get mad cause i know you will cause your just that way.anywho, i'm gunna finish making my super cool cd. &lt;br /&gt;oh, and i just want to say that i feel so great that i din't have to take anyone home today and actually got to leaveschool and come home on time.&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108387096430874644?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108387096430874644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108387096430874644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108387096430874644' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108380734492906016</id><published>2004-05-05T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T21:40:10.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.. i have hung out with andrew, landon, and sara everyday this week. it has been really fun...i guess. jk. anyways, today charlotte left her car on with the keys in the ignition, cause they would ave to be for the car to be on, and then i drove it down to the gravel parking lot. it was really funny but i didn't get to see charlotte's face because we didn't want to stand around in the parkinfg lot until she got done with her test. anywho, i was going to go to this thing today at 6:15, but i fell aslepp until 7:30. well now that thaat's all out in the open.... ugh. how do you study for the SAT? i mean how do you know what words to study? eh. i'll just have to get an SAT book. wow, i really don't have much to say except... oh! yeah i know what charlotte means, i really needed to stop skipping so much, i have missed so much school lately, and i'm not even a senior. i know i'm going to have a huge case of senoiritis, when i'm a senoir...or next week. uh. i'm tired and i still nedd to get a shower so...&lt;br /&gt;Peace!---in the middle east.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108380734492906016?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108380734492906016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108380734492906016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108380734492906016' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108370910130816721</id><published>2004-05-04T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T18:22:11.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, prom was excellent. it was so fun and i had even more fun, maybe, at the after party. though i do have to say that dancing was really fun but it was really hot in that room. i didn't get to eat any food at prom. i forgot. i was to busy dancing to check it all out. i'm not that sad about it. and... landon and i were on the radio just before prom and we were awesome and made the dj laugh loudly. anywho... uh... oh. haha, sara touched landon's pee. that's all i have to say about that. uh. o. i am not a soccer mom. ok? i am not. if i want to take you home i will offer you a ride. don't ask me to take you home, because you don't live near me. the only people that live close enough to me or on my way home are amanda and chico. those are the only people i wouldn't mind taking home. and sara when she's at her mopm's house. i'm not mad guys, i'm just tired of spending my day being a taxi driver. i don't mind taking you guys home when were hanging out, because that's something that i want to do,but don't ask me to take you home evryday after school unless you intend to pay me large sums of money. anywho. i saw brittany at school today but she didn't come in. i miss her. brittany i miss you. call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108370910130816721?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108370910130816721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108370910130816721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108370910130816721' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108329025558446259</id><published>2004-04-29T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:01:52.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so ... yesterday my car dired on me as i pulled onto my street off of harris. so then my dad tells me to put my car in neutral and he gets his car behid mine and drives his slowly ointo mine so that he can push my car home with his. anyways, thats why i don't have a car so rebecca might have to drive...to prom. anywho, today i went to southpark mall with andrew, landon, charlotte, sara and hannah and haley. but then charlotte and hannah had to leave, so it was mostly the others listed for the majority of the time. and then i felt bad because andrew had to take all of us home. except that we tried to make it a tad bit easier on him so sara came to my house and i was goingt o take her home when we got to my house, but no cars wee to be found for me to drive. anywho, i can't wait till prom! oh ad me and landon may be going to ride this scotter thing on sunday that we signed up to ride at the mall today. it's gunna be great and at freedom park. i hope my mom finishes hemming my dress for prom before saturday because thats when i'll need it. here's a qoute for your delite from a couple days ago:&lt;br /&gt;Diana(me): i'm getting landon a blue rose for prom.&lt;br /&gt;Adrew: i'm getting rebecca a glass eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108329025558446259?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108329025558446259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108329025558446259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108329025558446259' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108302120883529268</id><published>2004-04-26T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:17:42.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just typing this to see test something on muy blog, so pay no attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108302120883529268?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108302120883529268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108302120883529268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302120883529268' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108301745623437189</id><published>2004-04-26T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:15:09.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I I I I remember the time, i visited the grave, my life on the line, no one else's life to save, and up from the ground, their came up a hand, the hand wasn't mine, it was somebody else, but i didn't hit it G, i just screamed foe help! GHOSTBUSTERS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a great song, i know, really deep, it comes from the heart. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i had a great day today, and i didn't smoke. i practiced for my honors B thing with my group and it was fabulous. it was realluy funny and i think it will be tommorrow.  i'm excited about this assignment. School wasn't too boring, except for math, but that has been boring for quite some time now. &lt;br /&gt;i went shopping with Sara today too. but i didn't buy anything cause i had no money. i am poor. but i watched sara buy make-up for prom. it ws fun. &lt;br /&gt;eh. i really don't have anything interesting to say but i will say that " the devil is singing backwards on the record." -FEZ&lt;br /&gt;i think my time is wrong buy like two hours. eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108301745623437189?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108301745623437189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108301745623437189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301745623437189' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108294185033507</id><published>2004-04-25T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T21:15:02.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from my retreat and it wsa great. i waon't go into details about it because none of you would care, and i'm tired and too lazy to write about it. but, yo know i really don't know what to sayt except that i don't want to go back to school tommorrow. i really ejoyed the relaxing environment of my weekend without all the stress and drama of school. and also, i quit smoking for the weekend and i'm trying to make it stick, so i really don't want to be around any of my smoking friends, ell, i just don;t want to be around people smoking. rpom is going to be hard for me to try and not smoke. but i really think i can do it. and i don't want to keep smoking cause i don't want to grow up, be more addicted, and die of cancer. hey, evryone who reads this tell me i'm going to die if i don't quit whenever you see me trying to get a cigarette or something, yeah, do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108294185033507?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108294185033507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108294185033507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108294185033507' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108266160814617216</id><published>2004-04-22T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:24:15.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today i went to court for my citacion and it was entertaining at all. i thought it was going to be cool to go to court but i was wrong. and i have to go again in june because my dad didn't bring what we needed to have so, crap. but its all cool. i won't be at school tommorrow, so don't be too sad. &lt;br /&gt;today i came to school for one class...Math. it was so boring. when there was thirty minutes left in class i started counting the seconds till class was over. out of 1800 seconds, i got to 150. it was worth a try to pass the time. so then i just started writing letters. then class was over. so i guess that worked. anywho, i really don't have much to say except i'm not mad at andrew for any reason and ...skizzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108266160814617216?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108266160814617216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108266160814617216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266160814617216' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108258132995699637</id><published>2004-04-21T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T17:06:16.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can now have comments aded to my blog, SO ADD ONE NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108258132995699637?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108258132995699637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108258132995699637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108258132995699637' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108258028897147382</id><published>2004-04-21T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T16:48:54.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. i am so tied of prom dress shopping, i already have my dress but yesterday and today sara and i and some other peeps went prom dress shopping and my finger is really sore from zipping up dresses. i wish sara could just find the right dress. and andrew and landon don't like the dress i got, and it makes me feel sad cause i thought it was great and it makes me feel stupid for choosing it. but landon will just have to deal with the dress if i'm taking him to prom. anywho, uh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. Landon, sara, and i worked out a great escape from school today during seventh period. it was fabulous and i didn't even have to go over the curb, cause the gates were open.&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired of hearing the same thing everyday. the same topic of conversation that has been on everyone's mind for the past two months, and for some, more time then that. whenever i'm with friends all they want to do is gossip about itand i'm so tired of it. i want to talk about something else now. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of this one person being so negative and pessimistic and then blaming other people for his problems. he needs to buck up and do something fun and let it go. he needs to start interacting with others and then he would feel better. and i don't talk to him that much, mostly because i feel like he won't talk back, but i have heard these things from others and his writings, ugh. mayber i shouldn't be this forward on my blog, because the person i'm talking about wil jus get even more pissed of at the world. and maybe i'm wrong about him, maybe he isn't as frustrated with life as i see him to be, but it doesn't matter if he reads this, he won't talk to me about it anyways, or he'll say the reason he doesn't talk to me is because i ignore him. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i had a good day today and how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?&lt;br /&gt;o i have my court date tommorrow for stealing those drugs and killing that old man while i robbed a bank or its for that car accident i was in a month ago. but, the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108258028897147382?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108258028897147382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108258028897147382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108258028897147382' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108242408321599781</id><published>2004-04-19T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T21:25:27.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh. Why am i so lazy when it comes to school work? i'm not all that lazy if  it is something i enjoy, like reading in english or learning about psycology (sometimes i enjoy psych.) and when i can do the math or i understand it, i really enjoy doing some math problems. BUt i hate earth and environmental science. oh how i hate it. abd when i have to do some kind of homework in there, which is usually every night, though i rarely do it, i just can't do it. when i actually plan on doing the work i just get so apathetic and just want to ignore it and put it off for a little while longer.  I don't know why but i just can't force myself to do it. i realy hope biology AP isn't as boring as his because then i'll have to get out of that class and join some history AP clas. though i have been finding that i really do like history alot more these days, but only when the teacher lays it all out and clear for me. When a teacher skips around in teaching history i get really confused and begin to hate it. I think thats why i despised sike's class. He was just so jumpy and choppy in his teaching that i couldn't keep up with him or keep my focus in his lectures. anyways, enough about school cause i hate whn all people do on there blogs is give a run down of what they did at school that day. Anywho, i got my prom dress an its awesome, but seeing as how i am short my mom has to hem it. I think that is how you spell hem in sewing. But i think that tommorrow Sara and i will go shopping for her prom dress. &lt;br /&gt;oh and i went to a wedding the other day and let me tell you that i am so ecitd about my wedding. i don't know when its going to be or to whom i will marry but it will be awesome. Your wedding is your day. the day when everyone wants to talk to you and you are the prettiest one in the room.  and i had a dream the noight before the wedding, cause i was thinking about it alot because i've known the people getting married for a long time, and in the dream i was getting married. there was this guy i was supposed to marry who i don't know in real life, i don't know how he got into my mind, nut anyways i was bout to wlk down the i'll but i just couldn't do it, then my groom ran away, and the story went down hill from there, but the point is Sara an i are probaly going prom dress shopping tommorrow. and....fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108242408321599781?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108242408321599781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108242408321599781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242408321599781' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108164803261099178</id><published>2004-04-10T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T21:51:03.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never mind that comment. its ooooooook. anyways, today after a hard hour of practicing for ...well you know what if your in honors B, Marc, Charlotte, Beef and i went to go get some ice cream, Ryan wasn't there because we didn't know his number. anyways, thats not even the best part of the story, i know  you thought it was the punch line. anyways, when we were driving to brusters(i guess that was the place), i saw a wild turkey in a tree about 25 feet up, and guess what. no one else saw it, only me. it was so weird and i was scared for its life, because i don't think turkeys can fly. oh, and i hate when people make me feel stupid, well, not always, but some people who i don't really like do and i had a reason for saying something and it wasn't stupid, eh. you know what i mean, but you probaly don't.  i might go to the beach, well i am  actually. with stupid andrew and stupid landon, i guess that will be fun, jk, it will be fun, but i want to bring David Nolan to, but i don't klnow if my mom will let me bring someone else, especially another boy, since none of my girl...friends will be in town. i'm gunna GET STRAIGHT A'S this quarter, i just know it. yesterday was really fun. &lt;br /&gt;but i did get sad about one thing, but the person i was sad about would tell me i had no reason to be sad if i told him what was bothering me, so i won't say it. &lt;br /&gt;hers one task for everyone to do this spring break, make a new friend. and i guees i'll see some of yous at the beach when i'm playing spy with andrew and landon, hahaha, i'm just kidding, were gunna be playing CIA agents actually. so the end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108164803261099178?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108164803261099178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108164803261099178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108164803261099178' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108120928940340441</id><published>2004-04-05T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T19:58:34.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if it happened i'm not exactly mad just disappointed. i was in the room! and i was only trying to be a good friend. Thats all i have to say right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108120928940340441?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108120928940340441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108120928940340441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120928940340441' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108026342873496151</id><published>2004-03-25T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:13:58.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah so oi took the quiz an d i'm beef. so i guess we are similar. anywho, i'm so mad right now a koraly and Delaney and i almost cried at the end of reheardsal today when Delaney said he woulldn't stay after school for me, when its his fault the sound cues are messed up. its the truth so i don't care if he finds out about this.&lt;br /&gt;So mylife is going to suck for a while but i guess it will get better but i'm definitely quitting smoking, so thats a good thing. i'm tired of typing so i'll update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108026342873496151?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108026342873496151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108026342873496151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108026342873496151' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-108026320338790094</id><published>2004-03-25T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:10:13.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are beef!...or elizabeth....im not even sure thats her real name.  There isnt really much to say about you except the fact that you are edgy...and its real cool.  Well, you are also a very excellent leader.&lt;br /&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/ijustatepudding/quizzes/Which northwest senior are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-108026320338790094?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108026320338790094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/108026320338790094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108026320338790094' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107973755771178231</id><published>2004-03-19T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:09:19.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its bad&lt;br /&gt;so today when i was running late to school i rearended someone on i-85 in my moms car cause mine is broken down. i cried for 2 hours and then i couldn't cry anymore. then my mom came to school and supised me after school when i was smoking. yeah. it happened. i am so tired of crying that all i can do is laugh but i feel as if i'm going to throw up right now and then cry some more, and i won't be driving or going to many places for a while. i'm can't think about it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107973755771178231?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107973755771178231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107973755771178231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973755771178231' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107957546443742318</id><published>2004-03-17T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:07:43.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a fantastic day, until...&lt;br /&gt;Sara left school while i was in rehearsal and didn't tell me, and i was supposed to take her home.  so i got out of rehersal at 3:30 and she was no where to be found and i didn't know where or who she was with, so i had to wait on her till 5:30, cause i'm a nice person. i was going to leave her but i decided not to. Then when she got back to the school, i found out landon was with her and they both needed a ride home. ugh. i was late for bible study. ANd i felt bad for making them feel guilty but i shouldn't have. they were in the wrong. though Dorothy or Mike was supposedly supposed to tell me that she was leaving. but that doesn't excuse her from being so late. I feel like a soccer mom -sucked in and pigeon holed into taking everyone home. But i do enjoy my talks and ridces home with both landon and Sara. i really don't mind taking them places cause they pay me and its fun, but i get mad when i have to wait 2 hours for them. so while i was waiting for them i watched some more Rhino rehearsal and Delaney said this:&lt;br /&gt;"SHe's gunna bark at you like Jesus on drugs"- it was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;so i don't know what classes to take i have like 2 electives left to choose from and i don't klnow what to do. eh. i'll figure it out sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;if the people in Rhino memorize their lines which they've had since Decmber to do, it will be a great show.&lt;br /&gt;well thats alll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107957546443742318?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107957546443742318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107957546443742318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107957546443742318' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107948227316685903</id><published>2004-03-16T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T20:14:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will and Grace is all i have to say. I and maybe a few others will understand. &lt;br /&gt;So i wanna say some more now.&lt;br /&gt;Uh. i really need to learn how to get a thing on my blog to post comments, maybe i'll ask Nick, ANdrew said he might know. &lt;br /&gt;So.. i have so much school work to catch up on since Helo Dolly aND JOINING rHINO IS NOT GOING TO MAKE IT EASY, BUT I'M REALLY EXCITED ABOUT IT. uh. i'm too lazy to fix those caps. So i was in a really good mood today until i had to do my video in Psychology today. no one wanted to participate and it turned out reallyt shitty and nothing that i wanted it to be. i wish i had had the time to do it outside of class\. but i guess not. Then in MAth Mr. Miskolitz was a real bitch. He sent all the Hello Dolly kids ouit of class o roam around and find a place to study while the other kids took a test. i studied with Robin and managed to learn a few things (this section that were on isn't very hard), but i didn't understand a few things in it and when i asked Mr. Miskolitz if he would help me out with the part i didn't understand he said to come back during one of my electives. He doesn't understand that people are going to miss some classes do to there majors. it is Northwest school of the ARTS. Anywho. When he said that i literally had a tear roll down my cheek and almost burst into tears. i dohn't know why. I'm just really stressed i think. I kept myself from crying though i really wanted to cause i doidn't want my class or miskolitx to see me crying. I really didn't want NIck thinking to himself "whats her problem?" or Andrew trying to comfort me and then unknowingly make me cry more and make it worse. so i just held it in. i hate crying in fromnt of others. Though sometimes i just feel like i need one good cry. &lt;br /&gt;I felt like shit for not being able to help out thespians with unity of the arts on saturday. I really felt bad fro the leaders cause everything always gets left up to them, but i'm really going to truy and help get the thespian olympics together. if we do it will be so fun. &lt;br /&gt;THen i took home Sara and we spray painted our shoes greeen for tommorrow. were definitely going to win a prize. i have something extra special to wear with my shoes tommorrow, its going to be great. &lt;br /&gt;I have been really wanting to just read a good boook lately, but i have not the time. maybe in a couple of weeks or so. I want to find the perfect book. after reading the cliff notes for the scarlet letter i think that it might be somnething that i want to read. &lt;br /&gt;I also want to write my ten minute play in playwriting but Delaney will probaly have me working on sound during playwriting tommorrow, like he had me doing last class. its ok though, i really need to cach up so i can get the cues down so that rhino will be the best it can be, or at least the sound. &lt;br /&gt;Today after dropping off Sara iwas on my way to Goodwill to get something for saint itP's day and i had a break through. i was listenig to one of my favorite christian bands and i was really into one of the songs and all of the sudden i wanted to yell out my window "I 'm a Christian and I love the Lord Jesus Christ!" i wanted to stop all the hypocritical things i've been doing and just go to church and be surrounded by my friends and worship him. I really do love him and i don't care what anyone else thinks. i just wish i would have the openess to witness and tell others about the great life i have with him more often. &lt;br /&gt;uh.. Hang in there Andrew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107948227316685903?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107948227316685903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107948227316685903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948227316685903' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107938822280904037</id><published>2004-03-15T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:06:58.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i haven't written in a while but uh... shut up&lt;br /&gt;i've had so much to do. I had Hello Dolly and OM stuf running into each other for 3 weeks. So if your wondering, my group lost horribly at the OM competition. We came in last place over all, but we came in frist place in the spontaneous section. We rocked that. It was so much fun though, but i was so tired. Hello Dolly was amazing. I love everyone in that cast and will miss hanging out with them so much. I'll miss David and landon, and caroline. ANd everyone else!....uh...maybe not heather. Everyone told me i did a good job in the musical, i was really happy. Thank you everyone for coming, it meant alot. And i really got to know a bunch of people better, like kendra and Hannah and paige. and jennifer. ohhh good times.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to school today and Mr. Delaney made me go to rehearsal. I thought he would give me at least one day off. but its ok cause i got 10 hours of sleep last night and i got to leave at 3:30. &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking and i really want to take honors B again next year. First of all because the first half of the year was wasted with Ms. Loughead. And i didn't want to take Honors b this year anyway. i love it, but i didn't want to take it this year. i wnated to be in honors a wtih my friendsa because i really want to see them grow in theatre too. but i couldn't take "A" because of environmental science ap. i really hope MO will let me take it next year independent study. I just really want to be in a theatre class with my friends next year and i know i'll be able to udse whatever MO teaches me. &lt;br /&gt;ANdrew and i have grown alot closer lately and it feels good. I miss te old times when the only people we would hang out with on weekends with was each other. &lt;br /&gt;anywho, i've felt that for about a week and a half Sara has been trying to hide something from me or has found out something about me that she doesn't like, but  it kinda hurts. SHe's been distant. I'm nto stupid. i know when people are hiding things from me like that. i know when someone is treating me differently. But i'm not mad. i'm just sad because we were becoming really close. but i've got to get caught up on homewok, so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107938822280904037?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107938822280904037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107938822280904037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938822280904037' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107819702377941270</id><published>2004-03-01T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:13:20.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so me and sara are completely ghetto. completely. we went to my grandmothers house today to get a wagon for our caRt for om. but she had trown it away, so on the way to sara's house we saw an old grocery cart(rascar style)-you know, for the kids, on the side of the road and we tookm the wheels off of it so we can use them for the cart. it was so funny. we were underneath a bridge for 485 takin wheels off a grocery cart. haha. then we went through her neighborhood and saw a igloo in someone's yard, which was awesome, and we went inside it. sara kept slipping inside and we thought we were so dangerous going into someone else's igloo. then i looked up and saw a hole in the roof and i thought it was a sun roof, sara later clarified that the roof had probaly just melted. &lt;br /&gt;well thats all that happened to me today except that i didn't turn in my career project today and i don't care cause i think i'm getting senioritis, way tooooo early. but i'm in a reallly good mood and just feel relieved of stress that i would have if i tried to do the project.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kinda in a disappointed mood about om because i feel like sara, rachel and i are the only ones who really care about om, and that just saddens me. i wish andrew and amanda were more enthusiastic, and kaitlin's entusiastic but i don't count her cause she just got into the group. &lt;br /&gt;i',m also disappointed about some things my friends did over the weekend, but i won't go into detail about that. and..... I love the musical, i think i am the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107819702377941270?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107819702377941270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107819702377941270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819702377941270' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107767289641264937</id><published>2004-02-24T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:37:44.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know when you can't play basketball well and your teamm always claps at you like a dog when you get the ball, so that you pass it right back at them, because they are scared you might loose the game for them if you hold it for too long. Well you probaly don't kow but i do. I hate it when they do that. I get the ball, and its like a clappity clap clap until i give them the ball. No wonder i don't ever makle a basket, because i never get the fucking ball! So then my friend Ashley tells the team how i feel, when i miss practice due to HEllo Dolly rehearsals. I did't tell her she could do that and i din't wnat her too. So then, at the game on saturday, i have all the girls giving me the ball and trying to get me to ake a basket, i had fun playing and i think that when the underdogs get a chance we can actually play better as a team. But i hate that every time i made a basket, the team congratulated me on it like i was a little kid who made her first basket ever. uh. that makes me feel like "oh, well you couldn't make a basket if the team wasn't trying to get you to make a basket. " &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm excited because i'm gunna get to hang otu with some of my friends that i never get to hang otu with this friday. i want tell who they are because so,me may get jealous or invite themselves. JK, bu ti know some people might get upset if i didn't invite them, so..&lt;br /&gt;uh, i have a math freakin' test tommorrow on verifying. I hate veriying. You have to pull answers from nowhere, its all trial and error.  an i have damn career project do in english thursday and i have domne nothing on it. aw suck.&lt;br /&gt;well i better get working on it. but here are some funny things:&lt;br /&gt;sara: you can turn here cause it will be faster and it's...&lt;br /&gt;Diana: MARGARET WALLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dians: Venom.&lt;br /&gt;Sara: put some pancakes in your venom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107767289641264937?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107767289641264937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107767289641264937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767289641264937' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107739895904509074</id><published>2004-02-21T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T17:32:02.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, i love the musical and i am so ready to do the dance i do with David again. It is so fun and we are so great (really!, i mean... maybe?) I love all the people in the musical, they are all so diverse and funny. I really like the songs in this musical as well. So, my OM thing is coming along really well, we have it written and i'm going over to Sara's tonight to work on it. The only problem is Amanda being stupid. On thuirsday she started a fight with Rachel about her taking her part. First of all, Rachel is a hell of a lot more qualified for the role than Amanda, seeing as how she can tap dance. And second of all, the whole group decided on Rachel having the part of Bodangle, except Amanda, because she wasn't there the whole time it was being written, and therefore the part was not written for Amnda. And i had alot of fun with Sara last night and going to Michelles for a bit. I made 2 baskets at my basketball game today and we won. I 'm not to happy  though but i'll talk about it later, cause Andrew's coming to pick me up so i need to take a shower. Oh and "YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW!"-- directed to LAndon and SARA. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107739895904509074?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107739895904509074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107739895904509074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107739895904509074' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107715866635459883</id><published>2004-02-18T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:47:06.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was really fun! Except for Andrew being sick and going home, i don't want him to feel sick. Awww..get well Soon Sweets! Anywho, today i skipped 7th period. I guess not a good idea because we are doing our play in playwriting class next class, but Amanda wasn't there so i didn't want to be, well not cause Amanda wasn't there, just because i didn'ythink we would do anything without her there. Anywho, David, SAra, and I went to the park and climbed a tree. That was fun. It made me feel like a kid again. We also swang on the swings and played tag. I talked to Mr. Miskolitz this mornig to tell him that it as me and Sara waving at him in the car yesterday when he was in fromt of us. Yes he waved back. Anywho, Mrs. HOpkins was with him aND TALKED ABOUT how girls were trying to leave her class to go to the bathroom causae they were on their period, and how she didn't believe they were. That was weird. Mr. Miskolitz was with us and plus, i don't want to talk about that shit with her. Mr. Miskolitz slowly creeped away, and i wanted to go with him. ANyways, i'm gunna go, but Hang in there Andrew ( in all aspects, not just sickness).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107715866635459883?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107715866635459883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107715866635459883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715866635459883' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107706379072972345</id><published>2004-02-17T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:25:49.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was great. I won't go into details about what i did in school today cause thats just really and usually boring. I hate when people say things like, i went to math, it was fine, i went to Wae, it was good, etc... BUt i will say that Mr. hoover showed us his part of the psychology 101 video today and iwas HI- LARIOUS!   AT one point he was going to floss his teeth and then he decided to floss them with a knife. IT was great. BUt then we had Om after school and my group showed the otheres our skit. It sucked because we were missing amanda, and it was the first time we had all read the script and tried to act it out. I almost died ecause sara was sitting on my ribs and boobs for about fifteen minutes, its ok though. BUt then Sara and i went to Get some "love" as we called it, meaning drunk juice. That was interesting trying to sneak that into my house and underneath my bed without my mom seeing, we did put it in a bookbag first, of course. BUt first we had to go get me some character shoes from MOrris Costume. At first i wasn't going to buy them cause i didn't know what size heel to get, but then i decided to call andrew to get charlottes number, then call charlotte to get Mrs. O'neals number, and then call Mrs. O'neal to ask what size to get. She said to get low low low low low low. so i got tall ones. Just kidding, i got the lowest they had, and cheapest. Anyways, i got to go do some stupid homework, and i literally mean.."stupid" homework for English. SO .... bye... sweetHEARTS! (only Sara would understand. Oh and its so funny. Whenever Sara and i are just riding oin the car together.. just the two of us... We always end up screaming stupids things. Its so funny. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107706379072972345?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107706379072972345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107706379072972345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706379072972345' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107697538174941237</id><published>2004-02-16T19:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:52:18.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, and i fixed my clock, so the date and times are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107697538174941237?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107697538174941237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107697538174941237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697538174941237' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107697535162306313</id><published>2004-02-16T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:51:48.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the funnest rehearsal ever! We were going through and learning the dance, "dancing". It was so fun. It's a waltz or fancy kind of dance. And my partner is none other than David....Nolan. We had so much fun and we are defineitly the best in the group. I think i broke my knee cap at one point when David through (it's something that is supposed to happen), but it's okay cause it's all for the good of the show. And i jut love the cast. Marvin, Rachel, Laura N., David, Casey, Landon (who's back in the show), Mark, etc.. I love the Stage Managers too. Kaitlyn is so fantastic, that's ight i said fantastic. I love her, she is so funny and nice. Plus she's in OM, and that's always cool. And i got back into the dance "put on your sunday clothes" today. I was so excited when Mr. Mitchell told me. I am just so excited about the musical, it is going to be great. But i have to go get character shoes tommorrow, so that'll e fun, not. But i need them and maybe someday after hello dolly i'll use them again. Oh, and during the learning of a certain part of the dance today, Mr. Mitchell, myself, Ms. Neal(Candace's mom), Kaitlyn and Landon  were sitting watching cause LAndon and i weren't in it, and Mr. Mitchell brought out his evangelist fan from Bat Boy and i got to hold it. (insert weird noise that i make when i see a penguin in the psychology book here) I was so excited! We were having so much fun. I had to save Marvin and David both several times today from the horrors of Heather today. She just doesn't get that she's annoying. Anyways, i have to go call Sara and tell her some ideas for OM and then do some APES homework and psychology homework, really exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107697535162306313?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107697535162306313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107697535162306313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697535162306313' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107689405261056343</id><published>2004-02-15T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:16:48.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, uh. I had an OM mw=eeting today. It's funny how much you can get done and how smooth things are without someone their beibg negative about every idea we have, ie: AMANDA! It was just so peaceful and fun today without her and we got half of the script done. So yesterday i went to Sonny's party and i had alot of fun! I could only stay for two hours but it was still fun. There were so many people there that i just love and never get to hag out with,. like Charlotte, Jeremy, Landon, Hannah, Jennifer, And Sara and Andrew(but i hang otu with them alot). So i got some wierd and funny/sad news today which i won't go into detail with because i'm not allowed. It's just, uhhh. Just come out and say it, you know if its you i'm talking to. People will except it and all that stress your putting on yourselves will end. I don't have any homewrk to do tonight, but i'll have a shitload to do tommorrow, which i could do now, but i choose to procrastinate. OH. and friday Sara, myself, and Rebecca went bowlong. In the dark, meaning, in the blacklights. It was so much fun and nice to have a girls night out. And now i have just remembered i wrote about this in my last entry. Anywho, my car is stilll broke, but hopefully it will be fixed tommorrow. BUt, of course, we may be out of school tommorrow. God I hope not, i don't want anymore makeup days. I'm gunna go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Quotes: Diana: Charlotte, those shoes make you look short.&lt;br /&gt;              Diana: we should play smack down, only with pillow chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the only ones i could remember were ones that i said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107689405261056343?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107689405261056343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107689405261056343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689405261056343' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107673707119171250</id><published>2004-02-14T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T01:40:24.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.. i haven't written in awhile, SO WHAT?, give me a break. I have had the worst week ever! My car stopped working wednesday. Dammit. I had to be picked up from school on thursday by my parent, which = mother, and i got out at 4:30 and didn't get picked up until 5:30. Then i found out Andrew has a piano recital on the same day as Odyssey of the Mind, and he is definitely going to play in the recital. Damn him. I gave up SETC for this. Thursday i also gave blood andd as tired and weak the rest of the day, so i didn't do my homework fopr friday cause i went to bed at 8:00. Then on friday, i thought i was fuinally going to have a good time, i took my mom to one of her performances and then took her car on the way to hang out with Sara and Rebecca, and then my tire blew out on 485. I was so pissed off, and my dad was mad at me cause thats two cars down. i was mad as well. On the way home i praised the lord that i wasn't hurt though. I could have swurved and hit another car or something. I love Jesus. Anyways, so Rebecca came and picked me up at my house and we went bowling. That was fun. I walked into the monitor and it gave me a good laugh, i also got several balls stuck in the gutter. I have been so depressed this week, and also very happy. Just some things i've found, which are not bad, but i can't talk about them. Then i told one of my best friends that i get high and drunk. I only told her because someone unbeknowingly (?) inspired me to. she reacted to it in such an od saddening way. That and the stress from what someone told me thuis week just gave me pains, real pains of heartache this week. Mr. Mitchell kicked me out of one of the dances this week cause their were too many girls and not enough guys, and that was my partner dance with Marvin, i was so sad. But enough of my ridiculous problems, though i will release this. I havfe sarted thinking about Josh alot. I miss him so much. I can't stop thinking about how he was so funny and loved and what he would look like now, and how he won't be graduating next year, and won't be at my wedding. I get so frustrated at God sometimes. I ask him, Why my family? Why my best friend/soul mate/twin brother/makes me laugh person. I miss playing the games we used to play in our room each night and the long talks we have. and i just feel like nobody even cares anymore. He has been forgotten. HE was forgotten the day he went into the hospitol. No one went to visit him, except for a few close friends, and even they only came a few times during the 8 month duration of his cancer. I don't blame people though, they didn't know what to say to him. But enough with the pity party. Time for some lovin', not to be too much like Andrew. I love him soo much and he is one of my 2 and only 2, maybe three best friends. HE can get frustrated easily sometimes but we are very alike. he can be so funny and then so real, and i feel like i can tell him anything. And Sara, you are becoming another one of my very close friends, sweetHEART!(just a little inside joke there). she is so.. funny. then ther is ugly amanda. She gets on my nerves but i still love heer. I love Brittany too. We share a very close bond that no one else can have. Thers nothing else i can say about that except i love her. I love my whole youth group too. They are lke a second family, and make me feel better when i am blue. David Nolan.... HE iight, jk, i luv him as well. We are becoming quite close this yea too. uh.. i love everyone else too. And someone who i dpon' get to talk to, too much is Hannah Rubright. but every time i see her she can make me laugh. same for Charlotte r. Well i guess thats it for now, except Andrew call me... but you problay won't read this for like amonth so i guess i'll call you sometime, we need to talk. oh... and i love Rebecca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107673707119171250?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107673707119171250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107673707119171250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107673707119171250' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107240670669659699</id><published>2003-12-25T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T22:45:22.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First name - Diana&lt;br /&gt;Middle -ELIZABETH&lt;br /&gt;Last- hagler&lt;br /&gt;Gender - gal&lt;br /&gt;Age - 17&lt;br /&gt;Birthday - Nueve Novembre&lt;br /&gt;Sign - Scorpio?&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive? - yes.yes i do&lt;br /&gt;Momâ€™s name -jiLL&lt;br /&gt;Dadâ€™s name - Steve(marvin)&lt;br /&gt;Sibling(s) (if any) name - MAtt, And Josh(the holidays are the worst)&lt;br /&gt;Pets? - cindy, gracie, rufus (cats), and max(dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What city/state/country do you live in? - Charlotte, NC, USA&lt;br /&gt;What school do you go to? - Northwest School of the Arts&lt;br /&gt;What is your course of study? - eh. Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Political position - undecided&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. I hate doin this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? i understand how people can suffer from depression, cause sometimes i do.  PEople make themselves think that know one likes them or that they have no friends or purpose.  I just am having such a deppressing year. Everyone else seems to be moving along great, and i hate to complain but its my journal and i want to. Well complain isn't the right word, maybe, feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like i have no place anymore. I moved away from my church friends last year when i started smokin weed and drinkin. Well, thats not really true,  i hang otu with them al the time, but were just not as close as we used to be. My best friend, well one of them, besides andrew, is ashley. She has this huge crowd of friends starting this year thatshe haNGS OUT with all the time. She doesn't realize she is neglecting me. Sometimes i just want to cry i miss her so much. They are always at her house. That used to be me, oh i guess its just jealousy. Then i hate school, really, i hate the busy work shit, i hate how amanda annoys me becauise i don't know why the way she acts and has always acted is starting to annoy me.  i hate that. I also miss andrew to no end. He has this new slew of friends and i just kinda feel lost in the school and left behind. Of course brittanys never at school and i miss her. The only person i feel who does care and makes me feel like i belong now a days is sara. everyone else is going to all these parties i'm not invited too. Do you know how it makes you feel when the cast of the show you stagemanaged has a cast party and doesn't invite you? it hurts. Especially when its not just cause you were a techy cause they invited the other techies. Then you try to quit smoking weed and stuff and then you have no one to hang otu with on the weekends. I feel so dumb because i don't read a whole bunch of books like andrew does. I just want to get away. But then i neewd the theatre program provided at northwest. I really am thinking about going as an exchange student to ireland next yaer. I just can't take feeling this way anymore.  i want to make new friends and kinda start over. I don't mean to offend anyone or mae anyone feel bad through this because you shouldn't. Your just living your lives. Man i wish i could put a lock on this.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas-meager. MY family is poor, but i really didn't want anything i just like to see people happy when i give them things, it gives me some self-worht.&lt;br /&gt;eh. i need a cigarrette, but i have none, ahhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107240670669659699?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107240670669659699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107240670669659699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107240670669659699' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107050692219019383</id><published>2003-12-03T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T23:02:13.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE THE CIVIL WAR! and the worst part is, i'm not even in it. My friends have been horribly mean to me lately, and everyone is in a bad/cry-like mood. Andrew grabbed me on the face the other day cause i accidently announced a secret confederacy meeting outloud, while there weren't any union people around. He is abusive, and he didn't even notice that he grabbed me and it hurt. I just walked away and felt like crying. Me and brittany are going to be canaidians in George's class, but we'll probaly get grief from the people in the war and they'll call us stupid. I guess i'll go through some kind of depression state where i see none of my friends for the next few days. OH, and thank God the Women's Acting Ensemble Play is over, and miss loughhead is out of there. Well i guess i better go . i'm tired and just sad about this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107050692219019383?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107050692219019383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107050692219019383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050692219019383' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107033572122482546</id><published>2003-12-01T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T23:28:51.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to youth group and there were people from ohio ther. They came to charlotte to help with operation christmas child, and they were sleeping in our gym, by our, i mean my church, Hickory Grove United Methodist Church. Then it was the series finale of the mini-series taken omn sci-fi and if you watch it, all i have to say is that the key's family is very hot. &lt;br /&gt;And... I HATE SCHOOL! It is so boring and i get up so early for it and there is so much busy-damn-work! I'm just really tired of it. But, i definitely don't want to be a senior any time soon. This is a easy year for me and i'm gunna die when i have to write that senior exit. I hear all of the seniors complain about it this year and it sounds scary. I don't want to deal with scholarship applications and college applications and taking the SAT. I have enough to worry about with my personal problems, i don't want to deal with that stuff and it starts soon, i should have taken my SAT already, but i don't want to worry about it now. &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Amanda! She just called here at 10:08. I tell her and i tell her and i tell her not to call after 10:00, MY DAD IS ASLEEP! She ignores me. MY dad always wakes up and yells at me. Then she asks me to print out her homework for her. She hasn't started it yet, which means she'll be done with it in about two hours. She wants me to stay up that long. NOPe. So she suggests i print it out in the morning, it takes me 30 minutes to get the computer to turn on and reach a point of printing. Then when i get mad and say " errrr" She gets all like "ok, I'll get someone else." I really hoope she's not reading this. But if she is, maybe she'll understand now. &lt;br /&gt;Growing tiresome. Must sleep. Must go to bed. MUst type The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107033572122482546?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107033572122482546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107033572122482546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107033572122482546' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107016506134554162</id><published>2003-11-30T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T00:04:31.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... i didn't get to make the movie with sara because it was tooo cold. so we went and hung out with rebecca and david hewitt. it was fun. we met a hot guy that david and rebecca paid sara to talk to. he was nice&lt;br /&gt;then we went to amandas house and hung out. the end of my day, i have nothing interesting to talk about so i guess bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107016506134554162?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107016506134554162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107016506134554162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016506134554162' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107007756805217585</id><published>2003-11-28T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T23:46:16.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Rebecca! i think that i had one of the best times i had all year just hanging out with her and andrew and brittany tonight. I also might get to go up and visit her next weekend at school and that will be so awesome. She just makes me laugh so hard. Then she might shadow me sometime in december. i'm so excited. i might even get to meet her neighbor from down the hall, "killer". well i best go to. but i just want to say bugger off because i love that phraise and i feel like saying it, so... "bugger of"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107007756805217585?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107007756805217585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107007756805217585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107007756805217585' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107005860994308947</id><published>2003-11-28T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T18:30:19.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, and i don't know how to work my blog so the times are totally wrong. i think that its chinese time or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107005860994308947?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107005860994308947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107005860994308947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107005860994308947' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-107005847034601914</id><published>2003-11-28T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T18:27:59.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today i got up sorta early and watched some episodes of the sharon osbourne show. i think she is really funny and she is really nice, but yeah.. thats boring. then i went to go see second hand lions with my friend ashley. the movie was good and really funny, it was just a little cheesy sometimes and the whole time i just wished haley joel osment still had his little kid body and voice, cause his voice was changing and it was not pretty. i reallly wished that ashley an i could have gone to the movies ourselves cause i really don't hang out with her much anymore and she is my long-time best friend. but she invited her other little friends along so i kinda turned into a tag along, when i was the one who invited her. but i don't want to talk about it anymore. So i'm still working on the hello dolly dance and song and i can't get either of them. i just can't dance. thats all there is to say. i'm gunna go hang out with rebecca tonight cause she's in town and i really miss her. Andrew may come but he's having another thanksgiving or something. i really want himn to come to though, because i haven't got to hang otu with him for a while, but i can't blame him fopr having thanksgiveng. &lt;br /&gt;I really like to slither. What is slithering? Well my mom was saying something about me and she said i just slithered in or something. So i decided to show her what slithering was. i layed down on my stomach with my hands beside me and just kinda started moving forward, its really hard to explain, but i really like to do it. i especially like to sneak up on my brother when he's doing something downstairs(and when i say downstairs, i mean down the one step that we have in our house, from the kitchen to the living room). i just kinda get down and slither up in front of him, i think  scare him sometimes. but enough.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-107005847034601914?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107005847034601914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/107005847034601914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107005847034601914' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-106998042416301003</id><published>2003-11-27T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T20:47:12.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i started writing this thing iin like. october? and then i quit but my friends told me that i should keep it up so i will, starting now. uh... well today is actually thanksgiving so thats nice. well,  i really haven't done much today, so i'll say what i did yesterday. Saara(pronounced the way i pronoce her name) and i went to the mint hill park and had a gay old time. we swang and see sawed and slided and then i realized that alot of playground equipment starts wtih an s. but then i learned that we also played on a merry-go -round. then sara and i thougnht we saw a huge forest fire, and we were going to go save children from it, ..... but then it was just street lights and a fire. so then we decided that on saturday and make a movie at the park, so any one who wants to come can. Were basing it on cabin fever and are you afraid of the dark (by the way cabin fever is the best movie ever). Then sara tought me the dance for hello dolly which took me like a year to learn, and so i think i'm going to try out, since i sucked to much to get into rhino, and i think i'm gunna see if i can do lights or props for rhiono to. but, so, ok. well i guess thatas all i have to say. ok. oh and i guess i'll talk a little about thanks giveng, welll, more about my satanic seven year old girl cousin, courtney. She really is the devil. anytime i seee her, from the moment i see her till i get in the car to come home, she beats on me. i am litterally scared of her. and i can't fight back with these muscles. haha. but anywho, i hope she learns how to not strangle her classmates at school and when they tell the teacher on her i hope she doesn't kick them. (i'm saying this because she has done it). well, the end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-106998042416301003?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106998042416301003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106998042416301003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106998042416301003' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-106615099638824733</id><published>2003-10-14T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:03:16.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wrote this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-106615099638824733?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106615099638824733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106615099638824733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615099638824733' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-106513918779805357</id><published>2003-10-02T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T19:59:47.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Buenos Dias, Today i wsa so tired that I came home from school at 2:15, because i didn't have macbeth rehearsal, and slept till' 7:00. Then i did Taebo, and now I'm trying to decide what to eat for dinner. When i walked into US history this morning, Mr. Joyce said "Hagler", my last name, " you still want out of my class?" I said yes and then he asked me why and explained that i was too busy for all the work and studying involved in the class, and he said "we'll see". So now i'm more optimistic about him letting me out of the class. But then right after this conversation he made a speech about how stupid the kids are to be dropping the class, so i don't know. Anyways, I'm tired of playwriting and trying to write some stupid play that i never wanted to write. I'm also gunna be the stage manager for the play about someones blog in womens acting ensemble. I'm really excited cause i've never gotten to be stage manager before. ANyways i'm tired so i'm gunna go. have nice days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-106513918779805357?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106513918779805357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106513918779805357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106513918779805357' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-106497605235163442</id><published>2003-09-30T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T22:40:52.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello gov, (i like to say that). anyways, today i went to scool from 6:30 to 5:30 which, if you don't know is 11 hours. i'm really tired and i stilll have  to type a two page paper for psychology tommorrow, which right now it is 10:30. I guess i'll get up at 5 tommorrow and write it. Macbeth rheahearsals are boring, but only when Delaney(my director/teacher of drama) does these work through rehearsals. I like it when i get to do a whole bunch of things and i keep having something top do , but when i sit their watchbing a rehearsal for 2 hrs. without doing anything i get sad and bored and tired. I tried to drop out of US history AP today, but it didn't seem to work out. After class i went up to my history teacher and told him i would like to get out of his class and then i gave him a note from my mom saying she would like me out of the class as well. Mr. joyce ( the jerk history teacher, well, when it comes to leaving his classes) just stared at me after he read the note, and i asked him if he was supposed to give me a note saying i could get out of his class and he said probaly and walked away. What the fuck? I hate histry class and i don't think i can take a whole year of AP history class. I think that tommorrow i'll just go behind his back and get my schedule changed. well i'm tired and i'm getting ready to go to bd but first i'll tell a little story of my childhood. When i was a kid my brother Josh and i used to get in the big trash can outside ( when no trash was in it ) and then my older brother would spin us around in it. Then, sometimes on hot days, since we didn't attend a pool or have a pool, we would fill the trashcan up with water and swim in it. We'd also swim in the ditch when it rained. That's a sad tale of my poor childhood. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-106497605235163442?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106497605235163442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106497605235163442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106497605235163442' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-106486649638129078</id><published>2003-09-29T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T16:41:34.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all, this is my first blog and hopefully i will continue it. what to say what to say. Well i'll tell you a couple of little random facts i know. 1) some penguins(the ones that don't live in alaska) can slither up trees. 2)i hate history class 3) the piggly Wiggly is a brilliant name for a grocery store. &lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that i should talk a little about myself, just to let everyone know who i am. Well my name is Diana and i love (because its so stupid sounding) when people try and make a joke and say, "Die Anna!" I have lived in Charlotte North Carolina all my life and I think that it is one of the most boringest (double superlative?) places on earth. I have an older brother named matthew who is 20 years old. He hasn't gone to college and he still lives with us without a job. My twin brother Josh died about 2 and a half years ago of cancer. I miss him alot, he was my best friend and a big part of who I am. I just can't wait to see him again along with my grandpa's in heaven. He's probaly playing paintball and rock climbing and whatever he breaks my grandfather will fix up there. My mom had a heart attack anbout 3 months after my brother died and so now we eat food with out salt so that she can recooperate. She tries really hard to stay healthy now. My dad is kinda large but i love him alot. He has a temper but he's also really loving. I'm 16 and will be turning 17 in november. I'm watching hearts in atlantis right now, with my brother and mom. I've seen it before but my mom rented it from the library. THats where get alot of our movies from, its free. Anywho, most of the people who are reading this are probaly my friends from school and they know all this stuff already, but i'll continue. I attend church every sunday and also i attend youth group. I'm a christian. That doesn't mean i'm a goodie good either. I hate he stereotypes christians get, but i don't wanna go into that right now. Some of the people you will probaly hear me talk about are Andrew-one of my best friends who i've known since the 6th grade, but didn't become friends with until the 7th. Ashley-my best friend from church who i've known since i was like 4. She is just like me. Brittany- another great friend of mine who i've been friends with since 7th grade, she lives on a lake and she's really cool. i love her. As i do the other 2 i said. Amanda- who used to be one of my good friends but now all we do is fight and she always yells at the top of her lungs at the end and embarrasess me. She never lets me say what i want to but thats ok, i'm trying not to talk to her much anymore because i don't want to got in a fight with her. She just makes me feel like a bad person, and whenever we have conversations i get in a bad mood, but ebnough bashing her i uesed to like her, she's funny and has some good qualities, but anyways back to the list. Justin, kelly, brandon, and houston all go to my church. And  sara- who is really funny i will talk about alot too, but never in  a bad way, but maybe. anyways, i think i'm gyunna go now, but i think i like this so i'll probaly right again,and never with anything boring,AND THIS LETTER WAS KINDA BORING, BUT IT WON'T BE FROM NOW ON, didn't mean to write in caps. but c-ya.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-106486649638129078?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106486649638129078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106486649638129078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486649638129078' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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-5876711.post-106486813278079007</id><published>2003-09-29T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T16:42:12.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all, this is my first blog and hopefully i will continue it. what to say what to say. Well i'll tell you a couple of little random facts i know. 1) some penguins(the ones that don't live in alaska) can slither up trees. 2)i hate history class 3) the piggly Wiggly is a brilliant name for a grocery store. &lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that i should talk a little about myself, just to let everyone know who i am. Well my name is Diana and i love (because its so stupid sounding) when people try and make a joke and say, "Die Anna!" I have lived in Charlotte North Carolina all my life and I think that it is one of the most boringest (double superlative?) places on earth. I have an older brother named matthew who is 20 years old. He hasn't gone to college and he still lives with us without a job. My twin brother Josh died about 2 and a half years ago of cancer. I miss him alot, he was my best friend and a big part of who I am. I just can't wait to see him again along with my grandpa's in heaven. He's probaly playing paintball and rock climbing and whatever he breaks my grandfather will fix up there. My mom had a heart attack anbout 3 months after my brother died and so now we eat food with out salt so that she can recooperate. She tries really hard to stay healthy now. My dad is kinda large but i love him alot. He has a temper but he's also really loving. I'm 16 and will be turning 17 in november. I'm watching hearts in atlantis right now, with my brother and mom. I've seen it before but my mom rented it from the library. THats where get alot of our movies from, its free. Anywho, most of the people who are reading this are probaly my friends from school and they know all this stuff already, but i'll continue. I attend church every sunday and also i attend youth group. I'm a christian. That doesn't mean i'm a goodie good either. I hate he stereotypes christians get, but i don't wanna go into that right now. Some of the people you will probaly hear me talk about are Andrew-one of my best friends who i've known since the 6th grade, but didn't become friends with until the 7th. Ashley-my best friend from church who i've known since i was like 4. She is just like me. Brittany- another great friend of mine who i've been friends with since 7th grade, she lives on a lake and she's really cool. i love her. As i do the other 2 i said. Amanda- who used to be one of my good friends but now all we do is fight and she always yells at the top of her lungs at the end and embarrasess me. She never lets me say what i want to but thats ok, i'm trying not to talk to her much anymore because i don't want to got in a fight with her. She just makes me feel like a bad person, and whenever we have conversations i get in a bad mood, but ebnough bashing her i uesed to like her, she's funny and has some good qualities, but anyways back to the list. Justin, kelly, brandon, and houston all go to my church. And sara- who is really funny i will talk about alot too, but never in a bad way, but maybe. anyways, i think i'm gyunna go now, but i think i like this so i'll probaly right again,and never with anything boring,AND THIS LETTER WAS KINDA BORING, BUT IT WON'T BE FROM NOW ON, didn't mean to write in caps. but c-ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5876711-106486813278079007?l=hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106486813278079007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5876711/posts/default/106486813278079007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillbillywannabe.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486813278079007' title=''/><author><name>diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487590873938036813</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>
