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  <title>I'll let you fall..</title>
  <subtitle>..For every empty word I say</subtitle>
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  <updated>2004-11-13T16:19:35Z</updated>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-11-12T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-13T16:19:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-13T16:19:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have my reasons...&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/pynxxx" target="_" blank="blank"&gt;xanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devin_burning:8436</id>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-10-18T01:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-18T06:08:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-18T06:08:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"'Yeah..' he said, '..they're nice looking.' He layed back to admire the stars. Looking up at the empty sky, he realized things couldn't have felt anymore wrong."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devin_burning:8132</id>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-10-08T05:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-08T11:00:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-08T11:04:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I guess it's been awhile since I updated.. Sorry. I've been busy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, October 2&lt;/b&gt;- I don't think anything happened.. I was at my dad's house all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, October 3&lt;/b&gt;- My sister and I went to go see the Forgotten. It was an okay movie, in my opinion. I was concentrating more on the fact that the chick running the concession stand gave me about 3 inches of liquid butter, that were still standing in the bottom of the bag even after all the popcorn was gone.. It was kind of a distracting factor, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, October 4&lt;/b&gt;- Just hot.. hottt outside. A lot of homework..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, October 5&lt;/b&gt;- Happy Birthday to Mike K, though I've already told him, so my belatedness here means nothing. :) Going to Rachel's house Saturday and she's bringing Corey, too, and he's planning a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, October 6&lt;/b&gt;- Nothing happened at alll today. Just a lot of homework. Oh, and I got a 99.5 on my German quiz (rounded down to a 99) for capitalizing "ich" when it shouldn't have been. 94.5 on my Algebra quiz (rounded down to a 94). 90 on my Biology quiz that Ms. Hoskins said everyone else failed. So I guess I'm doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, October 7&lt;/b&gt;- Tiffany S. keeps punching me in the boob.. it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of hectic at school. I mean.. it was a horrible day at school. As soon as I walk into the building, I notice that all of the African-American kids are wearing black shirts, and when you put that into the context of what's been going on at my school lately.. you're just like "Oh shit." See, lately, there's been at least 6 stupid fights per day with the black kids against the hispanic kids. It's kind of out of control. So anyways, they took all the black people wearing black shirts out of the school and kept them in custody all day, and there were about 12 cops, no lie, on patrol there all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before first period, I found Rachel and Corey, so we were talking, and I set my German book down and some kid comes up from behind me and kicks away, to his friend. And his friend kicked it to someone else, and this continued with about 4 more people, until it got to this one kid, Pierce. Pierce put his foot on it, and I pushed him off of it, and was about to pick it up when he stepped on it again and a few of the pages fell out. So I was pissed, and I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my sister because she's a "gangsta". Haha. Well the kids paid me for the book and she took some of their important crap and threw it away. So I guess I feel okay about the situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5th and 6th periods, Mrs./Coach Comeaux was lecturing us like whoa. Except in 6th period it was more like she was cussing us out, because it was the track team, and according to her more than half of us had been involved in some or all of the fights that've been going on. She wasn't happy. And then we ran for 15 minutes. And then, at the end of the day, they got on the announcements and dismissed us class-by-class. It's sad.. really.&lt;br /&gt;On top of it all, Rachel is stealing my personality.</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-10-01T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-01T22:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-01T22:52:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Senses Fail- Tie Her Down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lack of Updates Due to Lack of Eventful Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. Wednesday I went to Best Buy to get Senses Fail's new CD, and I happened upon HIM's new CD, which I didn't even know existed. But I got both of them because they're great bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senses Fail- Let It Enfold You&lt;br /&gt; Completely wonderful CD, it sounds like an extension of the first one [From The Depths of Dreams], which is to say their sound hasn't changed, but it's not old and repetitive. Same awesome band, new riffs and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM- Deep Shadows and Brilliant Highlights&lt;br /&gt; It sounds like their last CD, and maybe the one before that. I mean.. it sounds just like it, as if they took the same songs and just recorded over them with new lyrics. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's on his way to pick my sister and me up for the weekend.. So yeah. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devin_burning:7446</id>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-09-27T15:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-27T21:07:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-27T21:07:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blah.. we got report cards today, it was &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; much better than I expected, too. &amp;hearts; I already knew I was gonna fail English, because we were reading &lt;u&gt;The Scarlet Pimpernel&lt;/u&gt;, and I decided ahead of time that I was NOT reading that book, it's horrible. Soo yeah.. and my parents already knew that my grade was horrible in that class too, so they're not mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;German 1&lt;/b&gt;- 98  &lt;b&gt;Conduct&lt;/b&gt;: E   &lt;b&gt;Absences&lt;/b&gt;: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Algebra 1&lt;/b&gt;- 94  &lt;b&gt;Conduct&lt;/b&gt;: E   &lt;b&gt;Absences&lt;/b&gt;: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biology 1 H&lt;/b&gt;- 90  &lt;b&gt;Conduct&lt;/b&gt;: S   &lt;b&gt;Absences&lt;/b&gt;: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English 1 H&lt;/b&gt;- 65  &lt;b&gt;Conduct&lt;/b&gt;: S   &lt;b&gt;Absences&lt;/b&gt;: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AAS H&lt;/b&gt;- 81     &lt;b&gt;Conduct&lt;/b&gt;: S   &lt;b&gt;Absences&lt;/b&gt;: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ath. 1 Track&lt;/b&gt;- 100  &lt;b&gt;Conduct&lt;/b&gt;: E   &lt;b&gt;Absences&lt;/b&gt;: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm doing well.. So now the only reason I'm grounded is that the house is a mess, but I'll be taking care of that today if I have enough time after projects and homework.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:devin_burning:7247</id>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-09-19T01:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T06:15:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T06:15:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tsunami Bomb- The Simple Truth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homecoming didn't suck as much as I thought it would, was actually fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;We = Missy and Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there like at 7.30 and the dance starts at 8 so we walk around the school and then decide to walk to Wal-Greens to get a camera. So we're walking, and it's dark out and the ground starts getting all mushy then wtf, we're in a mud puddle. Great for shoes (Converse- we dressed casual as hell.) &amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to school some time later and there's this mofo-ing line to get in so we wait and wait and wait. And then we go in, and it's lame as hell, except I found a ninja-turtle bear from someone's mum. Yeahh. So we went to go back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fucking Missy calls Cody and she's talking to him for like an hour and he's talking shit about me, sucks for him because I know where he is at least 50% of the time at school. Bitch. This kid named Scott comes up all crying and shit because "his date's being a bitch and wont dance with him". So Missy invites him to chill with us and he does. And after about 5 minutes he asks me if I "would happen to be single." OHGOD. "No."  Then fucking Missy and Cody. Apparently Cody knows Scott so he's being a bitch about it on the phone, and Missy's all prying at Scott to keep asking me and I ended up turning him down like 3 times. Then he runs off crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy gives me the phone with Cody on the other end to go off and chase Scott. I'm trying to figure out how to hang-up on Cody, because at this point I hate him. But I couldn't figure it out, and Missy comes running back at me trying to get it back, so I run and try to jump over the wall. I do it, but I hit my fucking knee on the wall, which now hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Missy finally gets off the fucking phone with Cody, after some more episodes with Scott. And we walk around the school taking dumbass + badass pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Missy fucking bit me four times, and she hurt my ear bad and licked all over my face. Bruises from all four bites, and hitting the knee on the brick-wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm worried about myself and this food situation I'm in. I talked to Tony about it and he said it happens to him all the time because he's hungry, but after he eats something it's fine and he's normal again. Well, I didn't argue with him, because he's a smart kid and maybe I've just been imagining things? So I tried it again, but I still feel sick when I think about eating, and I even went a little farther and tried to eat something, but it felt horrible. And I hate to say it, but I'm afraid it's becoming/has become a serious problem? I haven't really eaten anything in 2 weeks, and I feel horrible all the time: between starving and nauseous. Here's to hoping I'm overreacting &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-09-18T07:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-18T12:26:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-18T12:26:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today is the homecoming dance, I don't feel like going but I've bailed out of doing so many things with/for Missy, I'd just feel like a bitch if I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I feel... not well. I'm hungry a lot, but the thought of food makes me want to vomit. Then I decide that I have to eat, because I'm not into starving my body and stuff. So I try to eat, but after the first bite I feel sick. So I don't eat, but I'm still hungry. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I'm in the shower, the hot water and/or the steam from the hot water makes me nauseous and dizzy, so now I take cold showers, which are horrible anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not good.</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-09-15T22:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T04:14:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T04:14:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tsunami Bomb- Russian Roulette</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Umm.. Missy might [probably does] have tuberculosis, which I must say sucks. Thank God she's still coming to homecoming with me. Heh, Rachel and I talked to Randon again today. That's always fun... The lights went off at school today while I was in track. We were in the weight room when it happened and &lt;b&gt;I got hit in the head with a bar&lt;/b&gt; and weights totaling 90 pounds. Oh, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher doesn't like me. Everytime I do something wrong, or don't do something that I should have done, she calls my mom. Hey.. wtf? She calls like 3 times a week.. and if you haven't figured it out yet, that's why I'm always grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had this paper due today, and she called my house just to remind me to do it, &lt;b&gt;how sweet&lt;/b&gt;? Then she told my mom that she'd grade mine first and call her with the grade, and my mom's threatening me with extra grounding time if I didn't do well on it. &lt;b&gt;I'm shaking in my skivvies&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recognized the awesomeness in Tony and Joey, at last. Ohdear, they're &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; great kids. I mean &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt;. I think I should move to St. Charles, Illinois, because, evidently, that's where a majority of the &lt;b&gt;cooler&lt;/b&gt;* population of American children dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Cooler&lt;/b&gt; by my definition, duhh. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-09-13T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T04:23:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T04:35:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been invited to live in Danny's closet with Ed and Dil in Ohio. &amp;hearts; Yippeee ^_^ Sounds like a good life to me. Ed's a nudist ::blushes::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bitch; I had the displeasure of denying one of my good friends my company to a highschool social gathering. And now of course there's this odd kind of tension between us. I really hate those odd kind of tensions. But now I have one, so hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I connected with at least 3 people today in ways I would have never fathomed from those specific people, but I'm glad it happened because I feel pretty rad about a whole lot of stuff now.. I think I'm coming to the realization that I don't rock so much that I don't need people at all. Apparently I need at least 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized that I have bad habits of making tangent speeches in casual conversation. Oh, bother.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that:&lt;br /&gt; I'm still grounded and&lt;br /&gt; My mom's talking about moving to Montana. &lt;br /&gt; Missy gave me a badass Power Ranger ring.&lt;br /&gt; I met Adam Jiminez and finally figured out &lt;br /&gt;that the reason he stares at me so much during Algebra is because he knows my sister, which is a good thing because that kid gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt; DannyMac and I are on speaking terms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty formless post but those are the things I can remember about today, so apparently they're important. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-09-07T19:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T00:23:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T00:23:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Haha, guess what?.. Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I'M GROUNDED!&lt;/font&gt; Haha, ohman. And it promises to be at least 2 weeks, I think.. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-09-05T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-06T02:37:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T02:37:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lostprophets- Hello, Again</lj:music>
    <content type="html">:X I'm ungrounded.. but for how long? Hah. Anyways. I'm sick, been sick since Wednesday afternoon. Stayed home from school Thursday and Friday. When I got on the 'net today and then on AIM, at least 10 people IMed me- "were th fuk have u been?!" It made me feel pretty good to know that people care about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad think I'm gay. That's cute? I guess with the way they were raised, there's perfectly good reason for that, but dare I say things are different now? I feel a bit apathetic right now, so I don't remember what I was planning on writing. Pfft.. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-29T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-29T21:29:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-29T21:29:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My dad decided to go on an "Invasion of Lindsey's Privacy: 2" based on.. nothing. Hmm.. so I've decided to deactivate myself for a few days, maybe.. because I don't really appreciate it when he puts keyloggers all over my computer and those things that take intervaled screenshots. Really, it pisses me off. So I may be back on Thursday, unless something comes up, such as additional grounding or something of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-29T11:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-29T16:53:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-29T18:07:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Juliana Theory- Liability</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got off the phone with my dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: You'll be coming to my house during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Why do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Um.. I don't know.. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Are you on the computer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: No.. [That was a lie.. but anyways.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Am I supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: No, why aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Because I'm grounded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Why are you grounded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Because I missed the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Why'd you miss the bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Because I forgot to type a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Why'd you forget to type the paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Why'd you forget to type the paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Because you were too pre-occupied with something else. [In reference to the computer.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: I don't think so, but you're the boss, so your word wins, huh? ::click::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "::click::" part was probably a really bad thing to do, my dad doesn't take well to rebellious kids. I expect extra grounding now.</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-29T10:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-29T16:02:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-29T16:08:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rufio- Road to Recovery</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I went to the mall with my sister and mom, because I needed more jeans. We were there from 3 'til 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first thing I did when I got there was wander off into Hot Topic, in search of CDs and shoelaces. I glanced up at the wall and saw some odd number of copies of Invader Zim: Volume 2 "Progressive Stupidity". Aww, I almost died. Needless to say, I bought it. Then I found a GIR pillowcase, and GIR shoelaces, of course I got those, too. [I'm not obsessed. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/shy.gif"&gt;] By that time I had been seperated from my mom and sister for a long while. So I was just walking around, I eventually got the jeans I needed and then I found a chick I know from school. She was with another chick from school that I didn't know. I hung out with them for 3 hours. During that time, we found 3 random guys and decided to follow them. They caught on sooner or later and started running from us. They ran into the bookstore, so Lacey, Shelly and I split up to cover all the exits, so the boys went into the bathroom. I stood right outside of the door and waited for them to come out. The little short one opened the door and poked his head out and squealed upon seeing me standing there. We all cracked up. We continued following them until they walked up to one of their moms, so we walked away real fast. After Lacey and Shelly left, I saw the guys again, and just smiled until they realized it was me, then they turned around and ran up to me. I smiled some more, and then I hugged one of them and left. It was too much fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I got home from the mall, at 12:05am, I had IMs from 3 different people saying that they had been grounded. Oh bother.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Danny's, for reasons I'm unsure of, for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;One of the Mike's because he lit something on fire which wasn't intended to be lit on fire and the authorities got involved, there's a court date and everything. Undefinitive amount of time, but we can expect it to be huge.&lt;br /&gt;One of the Joe's because his parents took his modem, so he took his computer and walked about a mile or so to Scott's house and hooked it up there and just hung around there all night. In the morning, when Scott's parents woke up and Joe was down there, they weren't happy. At least 1 week for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellll, you'll all be missed &amp;hearts;.</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-27T18:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T23:21:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-28T00:56:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pahh, I'm grounded. At least for this weekend, though it may be extended, and probably will because my mom doesn't seem to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being in such an angsty, hateful mood has collided with thoughts of my sister and I decided I temporarily hate her. I'm thinking back to yesterday and so many times before that, that make her seem shallow and I just want to break her in half. I feel sorry for her though sometimes because I wonder if she'll ever really know what love is. Sure, she's only 16 and she's got a lot of life to live but you have to grow up sooner or later, right? And even now, she's got at least 5 boyfriends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a really disgusting thing to me. I'd die if I ever found out that someone I was dating was also dating 4 other people that he failed to tell me about. It indicates lack of respect, lack of interest, lack of honesty and lack of faithfulness. I feel sorry for her because I don't think she understands that. She just thinks she's cool because she's a "pimp". I feel sorry for all of her boyfriends too, because they have no idea, though they're probably doing the same thing to her. I feel so sorry for everyone. People who can't keep their shit straight make me want to cry &amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnd, I'm really bummed because tonight Tsunami Bomb is playing a show with a fast-rising local band at Fitzgerald's, and I was supposed to go but I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; forgot. Ahhh! &lt;i&gt;Tsunami Bomb&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Beligerous&lt;/i&gt;. And I'm going to miss it. ::Tears:: :( I really wanna cry, I'm in love with Agent M and I could have seen her tonight, but once again my plans are foiled by this rotten sense of memory that I have..</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-26T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T03:55:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T04:36:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kittie - Brackish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=10365" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#A090D5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style="color : #000000;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="black"&gt;Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=5901"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="#000000"&gt;flyernotes06&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 25 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" height="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font style="font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;New - Kwiz.Biz &lt;a href="http://astrology.kwiz.biz" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Astrology and Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw! I showed you alll. I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; a real pirate. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister [16] is crying because my dad turned her cell phone off, because someone stole it. It makes me laugh a little on the inside.. Aw, hell. It makes me laugh on the outside too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a nifty green nail polish color by painting my nails black, and then adding a layer of lime green. Ohman, I'm an over-acheiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought today was pretty swell until one of my sister's friends showed up at the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left, my mom said, "Ugh, he's not good lookin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister said, "Umm.. I never said he was?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom said, "Then don't waste your time talkin' to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. That pissed me off, a lot. Shallow people piss me off. If it came to spending the rest of your life with &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; person, would you rather be with someone who looks so good, they give you an inferiority complex? Or would you rather be with someone who makes you laugh, and lets you be yourself? Sometimes I wonder where I get all these good personality traits from, because it sure isn't in my blood. I just decided that instead of being mad at them for being shallow, I'm just going to be glad that I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; like them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-26T04:58:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-26T10:48:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-26T10:48:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night while doing the dishes, I managed to stab my index finger with a meat tenderizer. Well, my finger is tender now. And it's leaking blood. Yippee?</content>
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    <title>Doom doom doom Dooooooooom</title>
    <published>2004-08-25T22:46:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-06T03:15:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">School was great today, I think. They finally fixed my schedule so that I'm in track as opposed to basketball, so I ended up in a new Algebra class. My algebra class happens to suck a lot less than my other one, so that's good. But there's this kid in my new class that kind of won't leave me alone. He calls me &lt;b&gt;Sugar-lips&lt;/b&gt;. And he won't leave me alone, and I have to sit right next to him, it's not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a firedrill in 4th period and when I went outside, I found that Emo Boy and I decided to talk to him, because he always looks lonely. Haha, he's hilarious. He just stands around all day and looks at stuff. I've never seen him with anyone. Apparently he has a name, Brandon. So I just made him talk to me, and he looked pretty unenthused, so I dismissed him. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In track, we just lifted weights and stuff, I haven't done that in a long time, so I'm pretty sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny's trying hard to repair our relationship [he was one of the ones that I 'broke up with'on Sunday] but I'm not so sure if I want that. It makes me feel good to know he's apologetic, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In German, Frau Bauske tells us that if/when we go to Austria, which we probably will, the legal drinking age is 16 so if students are or look 16+, the school can't do anything to stop them from drinking because it's legal. That makes me tons of uncomfortable, drunk people are creepy and the scent of alcohol makes me nauseous. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-23T18:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T02:14:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-25T20:32:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">School today wasn't so bad as people tend to expect it to be. I think when you're getting ready to go somewhere, or start something, you should have &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; expectations. That way, no matter how much it blows, it didn't disappoint you. Does that make sense? If you don't expect anything, it can't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today went real smooth, it was so much more laid back without the people I parted ways with yesterday. After school, Rachel asked me to stay with her to see the counselor about getting her schedule changed. When we got to the Administrative Offices, they told us that all the counselors were in meetings and we'd have to wait until tomorrow at lunch. So ::sigh::. By then we had missed the buses and sent Rachel's ride home, so we were stuck there until 4:30, when the late buses came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had absolutely NOTHING to do, but we were both in an outgoing mood and extremely energetic. So we passed the time by stopping strangers and asking them routine questions such as name, grade, classes and something random, like "is that your natural hair color?" Heh, it was loads of fun. We met an odd looking fellow named Cody and he was cool. We saw him a bunch of times throughout the course of the two hours we had until we could leave. By the end of the time, he decided that I was "cute for a black person". I'm not sure what to make of that, but a compliment is a compliment right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this kid named Joe, and he was just weird. I don't remember anything distinct about him at all except he was a little weirdo. There was a ton of other weird kids too, weird in their own ways. It was fun. I found 3 people who loved my shirt (GIR) and one of them even picked me up and spun me around. Haha, I enjoyed that. So I talked to him for a little while and it turns out he was a friend of a friend of mine who just moved to Minnesota. And then he started massaging my shoulder, which I must admit was a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;little&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; awkward. Silly Allison. He's a cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... I got a 96 on my biology test :D</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-21T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T03:18:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T03:20:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marilyn Manson- Rabble Rouser</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So.. life in Houston. Tonight was a revelation for the close-knit cluster of friends that I once belonged to. I always noticed that they treated me a little different than the rest of them, though the only real difference between us all is that I'm half black. I decided that that's all bullshit and I didn't feel like letting them walk all over me anymore. So tonight I told them all how much I really hate them. And now I have almost no friends left. I don't feel any different, because I don't think I really ever liked them anyways. All I have now is Rachel and Missy. But they're both really awesome, and they're both always introducing me to tons of new people. I'm sure all my "old" friends will do something, and I'll end up 'un-disowning' them, but I'll always hate them just as much. Oh well, I guess. That's life, right?</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-21T14:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T20:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T21:21:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Cure- The End Of The World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I found some different-looking surveys in someone's LJ today and I decided to have a go at 'em. So here. [I was having problems putting them behind cuts, so there's two behind the second one. I'll fix it later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PORN STAR NAME:(NAME OF FIRST PET AND STREET YOU LIVE/LIVED ON)&lt;br /&gt;Alfy Periwinkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (NAME OF YOUR FAVORITE SNACK FOOD PLUS GRANDFATHER'S FIRST NAME) Gala Floyd OR Gala Gary, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (FIRST WORD YOU SEE ON YOUR LEFT PLUS FAV RESTRAUNT) Fern Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FORIEGN ALIAS: (FAV SPICE GIRL+LAST FORIEGN VACATION SPOT)&lt;br /&gt;Ginger Lauderdale, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALITE ALIAS (Silliest childhood nickname+first town where you partied) Teetaw [I don't party]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FLY GIRL" ALIAS( First initial+ last two or three letters of yout last name) L. Ams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETECTIVE ALIAS( Favorite baby animal+where you go to high school)&lt;br /&gt;Filly Springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARFLY ALIAS:(Last snack food you ate+your favorite alcoholic drink)&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla Chip SHIRLEY TEMPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (middle name + street where you first lived)&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Periwinkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK STAR ALIAS (Favorite candy+ last name of favorite musician)&lt;br /&gt;Starburst Accardi, or Starburst Havok, or Starburst Lacey or Starburst Euringer, it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen random things you like:&lt;br /&gt;01) Lips&lt;br /&gt;02) Drums&lt;br /&gt;03) Argyle&lt;br /&gt;04) Rollercoasters&lt;br /&gt;05) Silence&lt;br /&gt;06) Being secretive&lt;br /&gt;07) Smell of rain&lt;br /&gt;08) Idle..-ness.&lt;br /&gt;09) AIM&lt;br /&gt;10) Color&lt;br /&gt;11) Grunge&lt;br /&gt;12) Needles&lt;br /&gt;13) Feeling helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve random things you want:&lt;br /&gt;01) Mike&lt;br /&gt;02) Joe&lt;br /&gt;03) Other Mike&lt;br /&gt;04) Randon [It's not right, I know. I just want so many; they're all so perfect &amp;hearts;]&lt;br /&gt;05) My Mavica to work again&lt;br /&gt;06) New computer&lt;br /&gt;07) Local Shows&lt;br /&gt;08) Rain&lt;br /&gt;09) Food&lt;br /&gt;10) A shower&lt;br /&gt;11) Tons more piercings&lt;br /&gt;12) 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven good bands/artists: &lt;br /&gt;01) MSI&lt;br /&gt;02) AFI&lt;br /&gt;03) HIM&lt;br /&gt;04) Brand New&lt;br /&gt;05) The Cure&lt;br /&gt;06) Velvet Revolver&lt;br /&gt;07) Tears For Fears&lt;br /&gt;08) Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;09) Royale With Cheese = Illinois Locals.. but I live in Houston :O&lt;br /&gt;10) Beligerous/A Way Of Life = Houston Locals&lt;br /&gt;11) Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things about you ... physically:&lt;br /&gt;01) Big lips&lt;br /&gt;02) Curly Hair&lt;br /&gt;03) It's brown&lt;br /&gt;04) I have two eyes that are brown&lt;br /&gt;05) I have a 'beauty mark' to the left of my lower-lip.&lt;br /&gt;06) I have bigger feet than anyone in my family, but I lack the height to match it [size 10.5 in women's, 5'7"]&lt;br /&gt;07) My legs are scarred horribly because Steven is an asshole, he kicks hard. Also because I got bit TWICE by a brown-recluse spider.&lt;br /&gt;08) I also have a small mole on my left calf.&lt;br /&gt;09) I have big calf muscles, not grotesquely big, but bigger than you'd expect from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;10) Apparently, I have a six-pack. I'm not sure where it came from though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;01) I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;02) I have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;03) I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;04) My dad should be here soon.&lt;br /&gt;05) Akdjfke, I wanna talk to Joe.&lt;br /&gt;06) I &amp;hearts; Mike G.'s smile.&lt;br /&gt;07) I need to shower&lt;br /&gt;08) I want to see Brand New in concert&lt;br /&gt;09) I need to go pick up some CBRs and tapers for my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight favorite foods/drinks:&lt;br /&gt;01) Gala Apples&lt;br /&gt;02) Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;03) Grape Juice&lt;br /&gt;04) Macaroni and Cheese &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;05) Starbucks' Frappuccinos&lt;br /&gt;06) Banana-nut Muffins&lt;br /&gt;07) Hidden Valley Ranch flavored chips; not sure what brand makes them, though.&lt;br /&gt;08) Cocoa Puffs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you wear daily:&lt;br /&gt;01) A bra!&lt;br /&gt;02) My glasses/contacts&lt;br /&gt;03) Jeans&lt;br /&gt;04) Shirt&lt;br /&gt;05) Athletics shirt&lt;br /&gt;06) Athletics shorts&lt;br /&gt;07) Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things that annoy you:&lt;br /&gt;01) Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;02) Naive assholes&lt;br /&gt;03) Close-minded people&lt;br /&gt;04) Discrimination&lt;br /&gt;05) Racism&lt;br /&gt;06) Houstonians; Texans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you touch everyday:&lt;br /&gt;01) My lips&lt;br /&gt;02) The keyboard&lt;br /&gt;03) My dog&lt;br /&gt;04) Money&lt;br /&gt;05) My ear[s]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four shows you watch: &lt;br /&gt;01) Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;br /&gt;02) Invader Zim&lt;br /&gt;03) Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;04) South Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People you have a crush on:&lt;br /&gt;01) Joe&lt;br /&gt;02) Mike&lt;br /&gt;03) Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you hate: &lt;br /&gt;01) Stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;02) People who live up to Stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you love:&lt;br /&gt;01) Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Write eight statements intended for eight different people. Never tell which one is to whom."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Ohman! Lighten up, your life isn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad! I'm always here for you, and you know that. I just wish we lived a little closer so I could hug you when you're down. I'm not saying no one out there cares about you, but usually the things you say just piss everyone off. If you're going to go around saying depression-esque things to people, they won't like you as much as they would otherwise. That's all I've been trying to tell you all along &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: The things you say about me freak me out a whole lot. But I think I love you nonetheless. Ugh, I can't wait until you get a car, we'll be ridin' like ganstas! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: We have had a GREAT share of ups and downs, but I love you sooo much. I just think you have a few things to work out with your personality, but none of us are perfect. But you're such a hypocrite and I'm sure you talk a lot of shit behind my back, just as you do everyone else. It drives my paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I hope you die, I really do. I hate you so fuckin' much. You don't know me half as well as you think you do, but you think you have license to run your mouth about me. And the things you say couldn't be true anyways. You're a naive asshole, you're the epitome of everything I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Ahh! You're the greatest ever! You're always smiling, and you give off a great vibe. You have the cutest smile, too. Heh, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: You're in great need of a haircut. Maybe :she: would stop being so mean to you if you'd stop being so annoying. Talk a little more, and be articulate. Just trying to help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: You are the greatest person ever. I love everything about you, and you are such an adorable girl. Really. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: I could get high off your smile, and I think I do. Ehh, I look forward to 1st period more than any other class of the day. Thanks for helping start my day off right. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-20T21:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-21T02:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-21T02:46:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AFI- ...but home is nowhere</lj:music>
    <content type="html">INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this whole list into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold the things that are true about you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever you don't bold is false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. I miss somebody right now &lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;b&gt;I don't watch much TV these days&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;b&gt;I love olives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. I love sleeping&lt;br /&gt;05. I own lots of books&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;b&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;07. I love to play video games &lt;br /&gt;08. I've tried marijuana&lt;br /&gt;09. I've watched porn movies &lt;br /&gt;10. I have been in a threesome &lt;br /&gt;11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship &lt;br /&gt;12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy &lt;br /&gt;13. I have acne free skin&lt;br /&gt;14. I like and respect Al Sharpton &lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;I curse frequently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;b&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. I have a hobby&lt;br /&gt;18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing. &lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me &lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;I'm really, really smart&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;b&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate the rain &lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;b&gt;I'm paranoid at times&lt;/b&gt; [all the time really &amp;hearts;]&lt;br /&gt;25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar free &lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;b&gt;I need money right now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I love Sushi &lt;br /&gt;28. I talk really, really fast&lt;br /&gt;29. I have fresh breath in the morning &lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;b&gt;I have semi long hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have lost money in Las Vegas &lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;b&gt;I have at least one brother and/or one sister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;b&gt;I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin &lt;br /&gt;36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past &lt;br /&gt;37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;b&gt;I like the way that I look sometimes&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;b&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I know how to do cornrows &lt;br /&gt;41. I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;b&gt;I have a lot of mood swings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;b&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized (just for the hell of it)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I think Britney Spears is hot &lt;br /&gt;45. I have cheated on a significant other in the past&lt;br /&gt;46. I have a hidden talent&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;b&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;48. I think that I'm popular &lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;b&gt;I am currently single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;b&gt;I have kissed someone of the same sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;52. I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants&lt;br /&gt;53. I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;54. I would rather shop than eat&lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;57. I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal &lt;br /&gt;58. I don't hate anyone. &lt;br /&gt;59. I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;br /&gt;60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington &lt;br /&gt;61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother &lt;br /&gt;62. I have a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;63. I believe in God&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months&lt;br /&gt;66. I love drama&lt;br /&gt;67. I have never been in a real relationship before &lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;b&gt;I currently have a crush on someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;b&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;b&gt;I want to have children in the future&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;b&gt;I have changed a diaper before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. I've called the cops on a friend before &lt;br /&gt;74. I bite my nails &lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club &lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;b&gt;I'm not allergic to anything&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;b&gt;I have a lot to learn&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger &lt;br /&gt;79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie &lt;br /&gt;80. I am very shy around the opposite sex sometimes &lt;br /&gt;83. I have tried alcohol or drugs before &lt;br /&gt;84. I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past have i?&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;b&gt;I own the "South Park" movie&lt;/b&gt; [and every season released on DVD thus far] &lt;br /&gt;86. I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal &lt;br /&gt;87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum &lt;br /&gt;88. I enjoy some country music&lt;br /&gt;90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza &lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can &lt;br /&gt;92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist &lt;br /&gt;93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career &lt;br /&gt;94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all &lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story" &lt;br /&gt;96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy&lt;br /&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;br /&gt;98. I have dated a close friend's ex&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;b&gt;I'm happy as of this moment&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aside from that...&lt;/b&gt; a cockroach just crawled out of a tiny hole in my ceiling and scared the shit out of me, because I heard something rustling overhead but couldn't see anything. Then it crawled out and I freaked due to suspense. Then I went to get some roach spray, but he had disappeared. Eh.. I hate roaches almost as much as I hate fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had three tests today, all of which I'm most certain I got A's on. It's barely the second week into school and I've already earned a detention on Thursday. Which I find to be bullshit, because my infraction was not bringing my German book to class. But we had a test in that class today, so I, along with numerous other kids, decided that the textbook would be pointless. We all got detention for next Thursday afternoon. Yippee? After school was out, I pissed the day away talking to kids from the Northern United States. They're all so great, Houston needs more people like them. And in between time-consuming conversations, I made an icon or two. It proved to be a worthless day, but what the hell, it's Friday. So someone come dance with me in the corner &amp;hearts;.</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-18T15:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-18T20:59:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-18T20:59:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tears For Fears- Head Over Heels</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've been in high school for exactly one week now. I'm realizing things about it that are different than they were in junior high, or middle school. The people I used to know, that gained bad reputations in my eyes have a brand new chance at making first impressions on a totally new 2000 people. These people that came from other schools that never knew these people that I've known for 8 years. The kid that always cracked corny jokes in 4th grade and made me want to hurl changed from who he used to be so long ago. But I never realized it, because I never gave him a second chance. So I decided to give everyone a second chance. People that I've always hated, I've realized, have really changed since the day I formed that opinion about them and some are really the type of people that I would like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've realized is that people are losing their identities. In elementary school, everyone knew every teacher by their looks, habits, personalities and names. Now, you'd never know who was who if you didn't look at your schedule. Someone asked me on the bus if I had a certain teacher and I wasn't able to answer by his description of her or by her name. We had a substitute in math today and he didn't even introduce himself. Teachers used to demand respect from their pupils whereas now it seems as though they push it away. Every teacher is "Miss" or "Mister" or "Coach". Maybe the teachers are as tired of us as we are of them. I'm not sure why I think about the things I think about, but I think about a lot more than just this. It's just that I forget about it all by the time I have access to means of writing it down..</content>
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    <title>devin_burning @ 2004-08-15T02:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T07:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-15T07:05:57Z</updated>
    <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?meme=1064942874" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What Makes You Sexy?&lt;br /&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/acid_dream/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;eva71&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/NickName&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/NickName" value="Linz" 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;Gender&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="Gender" value="female" 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;Sexy Body Part Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Your Lips&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;Special Talents Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="eva71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1064942874"&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;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know it's true.. if you've ever seen my lips. &amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>the word "y0" is addictive</title>
    <published>2004-08-14T21:29:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-14T21:34:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coheed And Cambria - Blood Red Summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WooO, guess what? Some d00d that lives in Maryland has a remote keylogger on my pc. He was planning on hacking me, apparently. But then he found out I'm a girl and he decided not to, and then we talked for awhile. Interesting, y0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aside from that my day consisted of babysitting for all of 2 hours. However, they were the most miserable 2 hours of my life. Right after the parents left, the brat woke up and screamed non-stop [i kid you not] for two hours. Oh how hellistic it was. And to top it all off, I don't feel good to begin with. Now I just feel like shit and I need hxrdcxre sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steven says I'm trying to be emo, but i whole-heartedly disagree. He says it's because I have "emo glasses, and I wear bright colors now such as Rebellious Lime Green shirts and Bright Orange nail polish and Conspicuous Bright Blue eyeshadow. And I've even started a collection of high top chuck taylors." Whatever, labels suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missy got her tongue pierced last night. I'm sooo00 insanely jealous. Sometimes I wish my parents weren't douchebags. Woe is me, I put myself up for adoption! Take me home &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realllly tired, but I have an English project to do before I start procrastinating too much, as if that hasn't happened yet. Ohhwell. I'm prioritizing, sleep &amp;gt; homework.</content>
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