<?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-2006842</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:27:34.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MaRaThOn</title><subtitle type='html'>blow your head off....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sleeper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleeper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481268114837978590</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006842.post-2058509</id><published>2001-01-21T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-21T02:43:45.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now im really confused. i talked to him last night and it was a hell of an opening up session. he's good at making me do that. i still dont know how he does it. in a way, it felt really really really good to be able to talk to him like that, just rage out everything and still keep that serene talk. serene, blah. he has a crush with that name. so i guess i shouldnt be bothered huh? but guess what.. i am.. i remeber what he said last night, its hard being jealouse, and i would agree to that. for the past month, i have been jeaoulse. but of course, i wouldnt tell him that,or anyone for that matter. im still hoping, and it hurts..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006842-2058509?l=sleeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006842/posts/default/2058509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006842/posts/default/2058509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleeper.blogspot.com/2001_01_21_archive.html#2058509' title=''/><author><name>l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481268114837978590</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-2006842.post-2019726</id><published>2001-01-18T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-18T02:13:03.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhh, this has been a real crappy month for me. honestly? i have no idea why. being totally annoyed with people is one thing, but going berserk and raving like a lunatic to your friend is another. i feel so mean and just a major bitch :( i've never acted this way, ever. especially to my friend. i know im being unfair on his part, still... can't help feeling that way. the thing is, i was totally psyched when i got this letter from him, and he asked me to be his prom date :) to the point of crying for reasons i dont really know. maybe... i dunno.... something inside of me... i really cant say.... one of his favorite songs is playing in the background. ever had this friend that you just cant stand not talking to even for a day? and if ever that happens, you miss him a lot and both of you just talk non stop when you guys do get to talk? its like that. i didnt really talk to him that long last night, and today? i have no idea what will happen..&lt;br /&gt;its been really sad on my part although i dont plan on telling him that. do i ...??? i really dont know..... but im still happy and just the thought that something, hopefully, dreamfully will happen? is making my heart fly&lt;br /&gt;... i think im gonna call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2006842-2019726?l=sleeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006842/posts/default/2019726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2006842/posts/default/2019726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sleeper.blogspot.com/2001_01_14_archive.html#2019726' title=''/><author><name>l</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481268114837978590</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>
