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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/"><title>Who ever said life made sense?</title><link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-UK</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>Who ever said life made sense?</title><link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/4f/5d5ea898a122f60f027f42fb45c8c4_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/i_just_thought~3241236/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/28/total_wtf_day~3051061/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/16/~2989116/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/14/yeah_today_was_a_funny_day~2976614/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/06/writing_excersize_for_your_enjoyment~2937484/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/yeah_randomness_about_life~2926284/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/the_mosh_pit_will_be_awesome_as_long_as_~2848093/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/twilight_new_moon_eclipse~2835205/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/05/hm~2756952/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/ickle_wonniekins_does_pretty_much_nothin~2741528/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/01/is_being_fake_supposed_to_be_easy_people~2738309/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/j_pop_anyone~2723196/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/proceed_with_caution~2718886/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/lindsay_dui~2712609/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/26/alcohol_less_hangover~2706495/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/19/maryland_leaves_and_mythology_remains~2665629/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/12/venting_refrain_from_reading_if_you_hate~2618842/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/maryland_comes_closer_and_mythology_take~2604064/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/08/bored_ness_can_be_dangerous~2596246/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/i_know_this_is_my_second_but_the_first_w~2588224/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/lets_see~2588189/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/i_just_thought~3241236/"><default:title>I just thought..</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/i_just_thought~3241236/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-11-03T20:57:47+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I just had a big flashback to seeing spring awakening on broadway. Before the show, that is. I took out my cellphone to turn it off and quickly took a picture, only to have my phone quack (my dad set it to that as a joke. it quacked every time i took a picture) and my mom jumped and I burst out laughing, only to have the people next to us turn around and see my dad and I laughing hystarically. But, it was still a pretty good picture of the set.  I don't know what made me think of that, but it was definently one of the more memorable parts of the trip for some reason.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sorry this post is so stupid.&lt;br&gt;
xoxo
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/i_just_thought~3241236/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I just had a big flashback to seeing spring awakening on broadway. Before the show, that is. I took out my cellphone to turn it off and quickly took a picture, only to have my phone quack (my dad set it to that as a joke. it quacked every time i took a picture) and my mom jumped and I burst out laughing, only to have the people next to us turn around and see my dad and I laughing hystarically. But, it was still a pretty good picture of the set.  I don't know what made me think of that, but it was definently one of the more memorable parts of the trip for some reason.</p>
	<p>Sorry this post is so stupid.<br>
xoxo
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/i_just_thought~3241236/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/28/total_wtf_day~3051061/"><default:title>Total "Wtf" day.</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/28/total_wtf_day~3051061/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-09-28T00:49:46+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Total wtf moments today:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #1: Girl in one of my classes is talking about doing drugs with another girl. Pulls out a small bag and starts smelling it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #2: Someone I know tells me the end to the anime series Fullmetal Alchemist I'm watching. Thanks for ruining it &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #3: My friend's boyfriend dumps her after going out with her for a good 27 hours. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #4: I got a 75 on the math test I was sure I would fail. (This is a good Wtf.)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #5: Pete wentz made a myspace for his dog? o_O (I befriended it anyway.)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #6: My Ipod just randomly ran out of abattery after being in my backpack turned off half battery still for a few hours.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #7: The fact that I'm writing all these wtf moments.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #8: One of my other friends came up behind me and "pinged" me today. Which is where you poke someone really hard in the stomach, back or side.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #9: My spanish teacher actually smiled at me today. O_O'&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wtf #10: The fact that you're reading this.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_question.gif" alt=":?:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/28/total_wtf_day~3051061/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Total wtf moments today:</p>
	<p>Wtf #1: Girl in one of my classes is talking about doing drugs with another girl. Pulls out a small bag and starts smelling it.</p>
	<p>Wtf #2: Someone I know tells me the end to the anime series Fullmetal Alchemist I'm watching. Thanks for ruining it >_<</p>
	<p>Wtf #3: My friend's boyfriend dumps her after going out with her for a good 27 hours. </p>
	<p>Wtf #4: I got a 75 on the math test I was sure I would fail. (This is a good Wtf.)</p>
	<p>Wtf #5: Pete wentz made a myspace for his dog? o_O (I befriended it anyway.)</p>
	<p>Wtf #6: My Ipod just randomly ran out of abattery after being in my backpack turned off half battery still for a few hours.</p>
	<p>Wtf #7: The fact that I'm writing all these wtf moments.</p>
	<p>Wtf #8: One of my other friends came up behind me and "pinged" me today. Which is where you poke someone really hard in the stomach, back or side.</p>
	<p>Wtf #9: My spanish teacher actually smiled at me today. O_O'</p>
	<p>Wtf #10: The fact that you're reading this.</p>
	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_question.gif" alt=":?:" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/28/total_wtf_day~3051061/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/16/~2989116/"><default:title>...</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/16/~2989116/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-09-16T16:44:23+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;My parents never have the money for fucking anything. Worked my entire summer for them to earn money for a Pete Wentz Precision Squier Bass and It's been two months since i've earned all the money. Every single fucking time I ask them they're like "No. We don't have the money ." and its like WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I WORKED ALL SUMMER AND CHANCES ARE I'M NEVER GOING TO GET WHAT I WORKED FOR JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK I'LL FORGET ABOUT IT SO YOU WON'T HAVE TO PAY! Today my mom got my hopes up that my dad might take me today to finally get it (after she ranted on about how i can never teach myself and how i'll never use it because I don't know how to play and teaching my self, apparently, is an impossible idea.) but when I asked him he said the same thing. "No. We don't have the money." God damn I'm depressed. And I recently got surgery on my mouth which cost a good chunk of change and was completely unecessary, and I'm still suffering from that. (I have stitches on the inside of my front lip, going up and all along the lower part of my top gums) But yet they don't have 276.56. -_- I need my friends, but one of them will never understand because when she says she needs a new outfit her parents give her $100 dollars without even saying anything, and the onther one isn't home or just won't answer her home phone, cell phone, or Im's. My mom is tired and grumpy, and my dad will just get pissed. Well, I'm off to go be depressed in silence.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Goodbye.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/16/~2989116/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>My parents never have the money for fucking anything. Worked my entire summer for them to earn money for a Pete Wentz Precision Squier Bass and It's been two months since i've earned all the money. Every single fucking time I ask them they're like "No. We don't have the money ." and its like WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I WORKED ALL SUMMER AND CHANCES ARE I'M NEVER GOING TO GET WHAT I WORKED FOR JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK I'LL FORGET ABOUT IT SO YOU WON'T HAVE TO PAY! Today my mom got my hopes up that my dad might take me today to finally get it (after she ranted on about how i can never teach myself and how i'll never use it because I don't know how to play and teaching my self, apparently, is an impossible idea.) but when I asked him he said the same thing. "No. We don't have the money." God damn I'm depressed. And I recently got surgery on my mouth which cost a good chunk of change and was completely unecessary, and I'm still suffering from that. (I have stitches on the inside of my front lip, going up and all along the lower part of my top gums) But yet they don't have 276.56. -_- I need my friends, but one of them will never understand because when she says she needs a new outfit her parents give her $100 dollars without even saying anything, and the onther one isn't home or just won't answer her home phone, cell phone, or Im's. My mom is tired and grumpy, and my dad will just get pissed. Well, I'm off to go be depressed in silence.</p>
	<p>Goodbye.<img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/16/~2989116/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/14/yeah_today_was_a_funny_day~2976614/"><default:title>Yeah, today was a funny day.</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/14/yeah_today_was_a_funny_day~2976614/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-09-14T00:55:46+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Three funny as hell things people said today:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Hey. Did you know if you rearrange the letters in subtext you bet buttsex?"-one of my buddies&lt;br&gt;
"You know, I still don't like the idea of you being in the smushpit." -Mom&lt;br&gt;
"You have no clue what your brain stores in its memory bank. One day someone mentikoned something about toothbrushes and I had a total brain blast of every toothbrush i've ever had. I was like THAT'S TOTALLY USELESS! WHY IS THAT TAKING UP SPACE IN MY BRAIN?! WHY?!"- My science teacher&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yeah, today pretty much rocked.&lt;br&gt;
   Believe it or not.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/14/yeah_today_was_a_funny_day~2976614/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Three funny as hell things people said today:</p>
	<p>"Hey. Did you know if you rearrange the letters in subtext you bet buttsex?"-one of my buddies<br>
"You know, I still don't like the idea of you being in the smushpit." -Mom<br>
"You have no clue what your brain stores in its memory bank. One day someone mentikoned something about toothbrushes and I had a total brain blast of every toothbrush i've ever had. I was like THAT'S TOTALLY USELESS! WHY IS THAT TAKING UP SPACE IN MY BRAIN?! WHY?!"- My science teacher</p>
	<p>Yeah, today pretty much rocked.<br>
   Believe it or not.<img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/14/yeah_today_was_a_funny_day~2976614/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/06/writing_excersize_for_your_enjoyment~2937484/"><default:title>Writing Excersize for your enjoyment</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/06/writing_excersize_for_your_enjoyment~2937484/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-09-06T23:08:02+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Alright so my writing teacher in "Truth In Fiction" class has us doing this thing where we havbe to pay attention to the little stream of thoughts that pass through your head, even if they make no sensee. From three we have to write them down. So I figure I"ll do it again and post it here for your amusement..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;-start-&lt;br&gt;
Lalallaa.. ohmy god. this song is so funny. It's not really because it's called "touch me" but it still is.  hahaha. That girl in my math class likes zac efron way too much. And I have the urge to draw pete wentz. I need a new sketch book. With my drawing class I only have 2 pages left. That can't be  good. This CD makes me sad. But of course I cried when I saw "Spring Awakening" on broadway, too. Even during the sex scene. Probably because my parents were right next to me and it was really alkward so I wanted to laugh but I couldnt' and when I can't laugh I cry becasue my eyes water.My camera needs printer ink! Hopefully mi pradre will get me some. I still waant to draw pete wentz. And pikachu. I wore all pinstripes today. I wonder what the phone number is on the postit. Jim cell? Who the fuck is jim? I don't have the academy tomorrow. How sad v)v but I do get to togo home half day. Which is cool. Ugh this song is about christ. FUCK i have to do my homeweork. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;-end-&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Interesting, eh? Not really. anyway i better get going. g'bye
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/06/writing_excersize_for_your_enjoyment~2937484/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Alright so my writing teacher in "Truth In Fiction" class has us doing this thing where we havbe to pay attention to the little stream of thoughts that pass through your head, even if they make no sensee. From three we have to write them down. So I figure I"ll do it again and post it here for your amusement..</p>
	<p>-start-<br>
Lalallaa.. ohmy god. this song is so funny. It's not really because it's called "touch me" but it still is.  hahaha. That girl in my math class likes zac efron way too much. And I have the urge to draw pete wentz. I need a new sketch book. With my drawing class I only have 2 pages left. That can't be  good. This CD makes me sad. But of course I cried when I saw "Spring Awakening" on broadway, too. Even during the sex scene. Probably because my parents were right next to me and it was really alkward so I wanted to laugh but I couldnt' and when I can't laugh I cry becasue my eyes water.My camera needs printer ink! Hopefully mi pradre will get me some. I still waant to draw pete wentz. And pikachu. I wore all pinstripes today. I wonder what the phone number is on the postit. Jim cell? Who the fuck is jim? I don't have the academy tomorrow. How sad v)v but I do get to togo home half day. Which is cool. Ugh this song is about christ. FUCK i have to do my homeweork. </p>
	<p>-end-</p>
	<p>Interesting, eh? Not really. anyway i better get going. g'bye
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/06/writing_excersize_for_your_enjoyment~2937484/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/yeah_randomness_about_life~2926284/"><default:title>Yeah.. randomness about life.</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/yeah_randomness_about_life~2926284/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-09-04T23:25:12+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Okay soo.. recently alot has changed. School started, and I now go to an arts school half-day. And besides from having problem after problem with my schedule and my guidance counselor who is supposed to make everything better being on crack, (not literally), my like hasn't been very great. So today one of my buddies, when we were in the guidance office waiting for our conselors to be available ,  was like 'today its mine and the person i'm going out with's 2 month anniversary! ^.^" And I was like "Who are you going out with?" and shes like "Someone" and I'm like "duudeee you need to tell me these things!" and shes like "they sit at our lunch table. How many guys sit at our lunch table?" and I'm like "one." and shes like "Yes, and I'm not dating him." So I was like oh o.o I mean, I'm completely cool with that, you know? I don't look at her any differently now or anything. She's still one of my buddies :] but it just added another unecessary change to my brain, and I'm emotionally exhaused from the 6am to 4:30 pm days. But besides that, my classes are okay, but my science teacher is insane. But, it's better than last year where he was so boring i couldn't keep my eyes open during half the class.(monotone description-by-the-book guy) And you know what? My quicktime update is at 59% so I'm going to go finish that off. G'bye!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/yeah_randomness_about_life~2926284/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Okay soo.. recently alot has changed. School started, and I now go to an arts school half-day. And besides from having problem after problem with my schedule and my guidance counselor who is supposed to make everything better being on crack, (not literally), my like hasn't been very great. So today one of my buddies, when we were in the guidance office waiting for our conselors to be available ,  was like 'today its mine and the person i'm going out with's 2 month anniversary! ^.^" And I was like "Who are you going out with?" and shes like "Someone" and I'm like "duudeee you need to tell me these things!" and shes like "they sit at our lunch table. How many guys sit at our lunch table?" and I'm like "one." and shes like "Yes, and I'm not dating him." So I was like oh o.o I mean, I'm completely cool with that, you know? I don't look at her any differently now or anything. She's still one of my buddies :] but it just added another unecessary change to my brain, and I'm emotionally exhaused from the 6am to 4:30 pm days. But besides that, my classes are okay, but my science teacher is insane. But, it's better than last year where he was so boring i couldn't keep my eyes open during half the class.(monotone description-by-the-book guy) And you know what? My quicktime update is at 59% so I'm going to go finish that off. G'bye!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/09/04/yeah_randomness_about_life~2926284/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/the_mosh_pit_will_be_awesome_as_long_as_~2848093/"><default:title>The mosh pit will be awesome.. as long as my friend stays okay.</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/the_mosh_pit_will_be_awesome_as_long_as_~2848093/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-21T23:25:00+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;See, here's the problem.&lt;br&gt;
I got tickets to see fall out boy this fall in their The Young And Wild Things tour with Gymn class heroes, plain white t's and cute is what we aim for. Well I got OCK pre sale pre sale tickets, and the only ones they would let you get were general admission tickets. Aka mosh pit. I woudln't be worried, infact I would be quite excited, if it wasn't for the friend I was bringing. She's 5 feet, if that, and weighs about 75 pounds. I know its not very good to be worried, but I can't help it. I keep on picturing her getting hurt or getting a broken bone or so on and so forth. And it terrifies me that that might happen to my best friend for 11 years. I know she won't turn dodwn a chance to see fall out boy because of this, because earlier at their concert in june her schedule inflicted, (her grandparent's anniversary surprise party) and she couldn't go. WHEN WE HAD SEATS. Life hates me, doesn't it? I'll just have to have her take a bunch of safety precautions and everything. Just to make sure nothing bad happens. Oh god I'm scared.. thank god I have until november to get over my fear!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/the_mosh_pit_will_be_awesome_as_long_as_~2848093/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>See, here's the problem.<br>
I got tickets to see fall out boy this fall in their The Young And Wild Things tour with Gymn class heroes, plain white t's and cute is what we aim for. Well I got OCK pre sale pre sale tickets, and the only ones they would let you get were general admission tickets. Aka mosh pit. I woudln't be worried, infact I would be quite excited, if it wasn't for the friend I was bringing. She's 5 feet, if that, and weighs about 75 pounds. I know its not very good to be worried, but I can't help it. I keep on picturing her getting hurt or getting a broken bone or so on and so forth. And it terrifies me that that might happen to my best friend for 11 years. I know she won't turn dodwn a chance to see fall out boy because of this, because earlier at their concert in june her schedule inflicted, (her grandparent's anniversary surprise party) and she couldn't go. WHEN WE HAD SEATS. Life hates me, doesn't it? I'll just have to have her take a bunch of safety precautions and everything. Just to make sure nothing bad happens. Oh god I'm scared.. thank god I have until november to get over my fear!
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/21/the_mosh_pit_will_be_awesome_as_long_as_~2848093/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/twilight_new_moon_eclipse~2835205/"><default:title>Twilight/New Moon/ Eclipse</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/twilight_new_moon_eclipse~2835205/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-19T20:57:35+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I've noticed recently a pattern in Stephenie Meyer's works.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Unlike the author who puts the big event in the middle, she always leaves it for the end. Most books, the beginning is boring as fuck, the middle is interesting, and then the end is boring and sappy. But no t with her. The beginning is anything but boring, the middle is the same, and then the end.. BAM! She hits you with the climax. But, that's just another reason why she's so awesome..
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/twilight_new_moon_eclipse~2835205/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I've noticed recently a pattern in Stephenie Meyer's works.</p>
	<p>Unlike the author who puts the big event in the middle, she always leaves it for the end. Most books, the beginning is boring as fuck, the middle is interesting, and then the end is boring and sappy. But no t with her. The beginning is anything but boring, the middle is the same, and then the end.. BAM! She hits you with the climax. But, that's just another reason why she's so awesome..
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/19/twilight_new_moon_eclipse~2835205/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/05/hm~2756952/"><default:title>Hm..</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/05/hm~2756952/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-05T02:03:48+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm off to week-long camp tomorrow&lt;br&gt;
So of course you won't hear from me until saturday.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This means i'll be missing my dad's birthday on Monday and the release of the new book in my favorite series ever on Tuesday. But it's supposed to be in the 70's which will be nice considering I'll be outside all day. But still, I won't be able to straighten my hair. But I'm getting used to the curlyness. Less than 100 dollars is needed for hte new pete wentz squire bass, and I feel like I'll actually get it before I go back to school! ^.^&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My friend just informed me that her dad ordered a new mac for her. She uses a pc, and i've been taunting her about how crappy they are for like.. 5 years now? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Alicia(8:58:24 PM): oooh and guess what elseee&lt;br&gt;
Me (8:59:08 PM): what?&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (8:59:24 PM): i told my dad i NEEDED a new computer, which i do, aaand he ordered...a mac!&lt;br&gt;
Me (8:59:36 PM): SERIOUSLY?!&lt;br&gt;
Me (8:59:40 PM): awesome!!&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (8:59:49 PM): shaw homezzzzz !&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Alls well that ends well. although I'm going to have to sing to recieve the package containing my book at camp.. :x
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/05/hm~2756952/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Well, I'm off to week-long camp tomorrow<br>
So of course you won't hear from me until saturday.</p>
	<p>This means i'll be missing my dad's birthday on Monday and the release of the new book in my favorite series ever on Tuesday. But it's supposed to be in the 70's which will be nice considering I'll be outside all day. But still, I won't be able to straighten my hair. But I'm getting used to the curlyness. Less than 100 dollars is needed for hte new pete wentz squire bass, and I feel like I'll actually get it before I go back to school! ^.^</p>
	<p>My friend just informed me that her dad ordered a new mac for her. She uses a pc, and i've been taunting her about how crappy they are for like.. 5 years now? </p>
	<p>Alicia(8:58:24 PM): oooh and guess what elseee<br>
Me (8:59:08 PM): what?<br>
Alicia (8:59:24 PM): i told my dad i NEEDED a new computer, which i do, aaand he ordered...a mac!<br>
Me (8:59:36 PM): SERIOUSLY?!<br>
Me (8:59:40 PM): awesome!!<br>
Alicia (8:59:49 PM): shaw homezzzzz !</p>
	<p>Alls well that ends well. although I'm going to have to sing to recieve the package containing my book at camp.. :x
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/05/hm~2756952/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/ickle_wonniekins_does_pretty_much_nothin~2741528/"><default:title>Ickle-wonniekins  does pretty much nothing.</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/ickle_wonniekins_does_pretty_much_nothin~2741528/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-02T03:14:22+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;But that's why I love him. =3&lt;br&gt;
I just got back from seeing the new harry potter movie with my sister. There's something about watching Daniel Radcliffe attempt to act and just be really, really angsty that lifts the spirits. The entire movie I wanted to Crack up, cheer, scream, mock some of the people, but I couldn't because i was in a damn theatre surrounded by people who also wanted to see it 3 weeks after it came out. -_- damn them.&lt;br&gt;
So afterwards I had a huge urge to talk in a british accent, but I surpressed it for fear of my sister being relaly pissed off and not being very safe on our drive home. So the entire ride home my thoughts were Daniel's voice, and I found it amusing where my sister couldn't see why I would crack up laughing. Its like Daniel had taken over my subconcious or something. He and Jaden were having a brawl... some of their insults caused me to go into laughing fits.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p class="center"&gt;I belong in a strait jacket.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/ickle_wonniekins_does_pretty_much_nothin~2741528/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>But that's why I love him. =3<br>
I just got back from seeing the new harry potter movie with my sister. There's something about watching Daniel Radcliffe attempt to act and just be really, really angsty that lifts the spirits. The entire movie I wanted to Crack up, cheer, scream, mock some of the people, but I couldn't because i was in a damn theatre surrounded by people who also wanted to see it 3 weeks after it came out. -_- damn them.<br>
So afterwards I had a huge urge to talk in a british accent, but I surpressed it for fear of my sister being relaly pissed off and not being very safe on our drive home. So the entire ride home my thoughts were Daniel's voice, and I found it amusing where my sister couldn't see why I would crack up laughing. Its like Daniel had taken over my subconcious or something. He and Jaden were having a brawl... some of their insults caused me to go into laughing fits.</p>
	<p class="center">I belong in a strait jacket.</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/02/ickle_wonniekins_does_pretty_much_nothin~2741528/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/01/is_being_fake_supposed_to_be_easy_people~2738309/"><default:title>Is being fake supposed to be easy? People make it seem that way...</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/01/is_being_fake_supposed_to_be_easy_people~2738309/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-08-01T14:07:45+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Title says it all.&lt;br&gt;
Going undercover as an obsessed-with-fashion teenage girl for story purposes is one of the heardest things I have ever done. At times it can be amusing, but at other times its just hard as hell work. I mean, it's like I'm surpressing everything I am. And now they've started this contest to see who has the cutest outfit each day. Pssht like I can really tell them I'm wearing black pants with a home-made black be&lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt;ve t-shirt. I have to make up this outfit that I would never be caught dead in so that they don't kick me out of the guild. Because that would totally blow everything and I wouldn't be able to continue research for my story anylonger. I know it sounds kind of sick, but it's just the way things are. I'm sick of writing about vampire and rockstar guys, which is pretty much all I know at this point. I want another perspective.&lt;br&gt;
Oh the things I will do for a good story to write..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/08/01/is_being_fake_supposed_to_be_easy_people~2738309/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Title says it all.<br>
Going undercover as an obsessed-with-fashion teenage girl for story purposes is one of the heardest things I have ever done. At times it can be amusing, but at other times its just hard as hell work. I mean, it's like I'm surpressing everything I am. And now they've started this contest to see who has the cutest outfit each day. Pssht like I can really tell them I'm wearing black pants with a home-made black be<strong>lie</strong>ve t-shirt. I have to make up this outfit that I would never be caught dead in so that they don't kick me out of the guild. Because that would totally blow everything and I wouldn't be able to continue research for my story anylonger. I know it sounds kind of sick, but it's just the way things are. I'm sick of writing about vampire and rockstar guys, which is pretty much all I know at this point. I want another perspective.<br>
Oh the things I will do for a good story to write..</p>
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/j_pop_anyone~2723196/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I've been addicted to this song recently..</p>
	




<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/j_pop_anyone~2723196/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/proceed_with_caution~2718886/"><default:title>Proceed with Caution..</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/proceed_with_caution~2718886/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-29T00:06:03+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;On a website I go on, a friend and virtual pet website, I'm taking on a different identity. Not the rock/alternative/emo-music-loving-girl that constantly dresses in black band t-shirts and loves pete wentz to bits. But an abercrombie/hollister donning, pop music loving girl. See, I've always wondered what it was like to be one of them. So, this will be a fun exeriment. It will give me another side to write my stories from. They say write what you know, so I'm going to figure things out before I jump into my new story.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/29/proceed_with_caution~2718886/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>On a website I go on, a friend and virtual pet website, I'm taking on a different identity. Not the rock/alternative/emo-music-loving-girl that constantly dresses in black band t-shirts and loves pete wentz to bits. But an abercrombie/hollister donning, pop music loving girl. See, I've always wondered what it was like to be one of them. So, this will be a fun exeriment. It will give me another side to write my stories from. They say write what you know, so I'm going to figure things out before I jump into my new story.
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And I was looking at it while I was walking down here, saw the article about Lindsay lohan Going to jail 11 days after rehab for DUI, and I laughed so hard I fell down the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;That's one reason why I hate the fact that people care so much about the "celebrity's" Lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/lindsay_dui~2712609/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>My mom gets People Magazine<br>
And I was looking at it while I was walking down here, saw the article about Lindsay lohan Going to jail 11 days after rehab for DUI, and I laughed so hard I fell down the stairs.</p>
	<p>...</p>
	<p>That's one reason why I hate the fact that people care so much about the "celebrity's" Lives.</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/lindsay_dui~2712609/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/26/alcohol_less_hangover~2706495/"><default:title>Alcohol-less hangover</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/26/alcohol_less_hangover~2706495/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-26T18:26:01+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Last friday I traveled out at 11pm in my slytherin cape to the nearest bookstore to get in line to get the new book at 12:01. My sister came with me, and we got two copies. Of course she was finished with it by saturday afternoon, completely depressed but I have yet to know why considering I am only 75 pages into the second to last book. And last night I went to the The White Stripes concert con mi padre. My sister was supposed to come too, but she dropped out because she was tired and had to work the next day. Anyway, it was pretty cool. Jack has an amazing voice live, and I wish I could say the same for meg but well...&lt;br&gt;
It was one of the best concerts i've been to, except the guy next to me must have had atleast four of those huge cups of beer, and it was really gross. Except it produced my favorite smell, the smell of a concert that consists of dirt and beer. I don't know why I love it so much, except for it reminds me of the 2 Fall Out Boy concerts I went to. So this morning I'm sort of suffering from what I call a concert hangover. It's where yer perfectly fine the night before, but then the next morning you see the pictures you took or the t-shirt you bought or the CD the band signed, and you get a hopelessness within. Like you've been part of something way bigger than yourself, but never really got a chance to cherish it. All you want to do is go back and re-live it, even if it is impossible. That creates a sort of depression which makes me really, really tired. It will surprise me if I can stand long enough to clean for two hours today to earn the ten dollars. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2 hours x 5 dollars an hour = $10 a day.&lt;br&gt;
$10 a day x 5 days a week = $50. $50 a week x 6 weeks=&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/11bs0tc.jpg" alt="Pete wentz Precision Squier Bass" title="A New Bass Guitar"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/26/alcohol_less_hangover~2706495/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Last friday I traveled out at 11pm in my slytherin cape to the nearest bookstore to get in line to get the new book at 12:01. My sister came with me, and we got two copies. Of course she was finished with it by saturday afternoon, completely depressed but I have yet to know why considering I am only 75 pages into the second to last book. And last night I went to the The White Stripes concert con mi padre. My sister was supposed to come too, but she dropped out because she was tired and had to work the next day. Anyway, it was pretty cool. Jack has an amazing voice live, and I wish I could say the same for meg but well...<br>
It was one of the best concerts i've been to, except the guy next to me must have had atleast four of those huge cups of beer, and it was really gross. Except it produced my favorite smell, the smell of a concert that consists of dirt and beer. I don't know why I love it so much, except for it reminds me of the 2 Fall Out Boy concerts I went to. So this morning I'm sort of suffering from what I call a concert hangover. It's where yer perfectly fine the night before, but then the next morning you see the pictures you took or the t-shirt you bought or the CD the band signed, and you get a hopelessness within. Like you've been part of something way bigger than yourself, but never really got a chance to cherish it. All you want to do is go back and re-live it, even if it is impossible. That creates a sort of depression which makes me really, really tired. It will surprise me if I can stand long enough to clean for two hours today to earn the ten dollars. </p>
	<p>2 hours x 5 dollars an hour = $10 a day.<br>
$10 a day x 5 days a week = $50. $50 a week x 6 weeks=<br>
<img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/11bs0tc.jpg" alt="Pete wentz Precision Squier Bass" title="A New Bass Guitar"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/26/alcohol_less_hangover~2706495/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/19/maryland_leaves_and_mythology_remains~2665629/"><default:title>Maryland leaves and Mythology remains</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/19/maryland_leaves_and_mythology_remains~2665629/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-19T19:15:47+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Ok so I got home from Ocean City maryland yesterday. We stayed at a little hotel on the boardwalk, and it was pretty nice. Anyway, my family. We're nuts, and thats obvious. My recently divorced uncle brought his new girlfriend (who we just refer to as "the girlfriend" when she's not around) out to dinner with us our first full night to some seafood joint. Well I being vegetarian ate alot of pringles and applesauce beforehand because I knew that I wasn't going to be able to eat much. So we get there and my crazy aunt, my two twin boy cousins, my uncle and my mom and my uncle are being ourselves, and the girlfriend keeps on giving us weird looks. My cousins from the south got sweet ice tea, and everyone thought it tasted awful. By the time we ordered him a new drink, everyone had taken a sip out of it multiple times. I didn't think it was aful, but still. I ended up getting a veggie fry which had like cheese and butter sauce on it so that was decent. But two things. 1, my cousin sitting next to me was the SLOPPIEST SEAFOOD EATER EVER. It made me sick just looking at him devour those murdered animals, and then leave the carcasses (sp?) Next to my food. But then my mom lets it slip that we were democrats, and the rest of the family is republican. so, (i'm just going to call them cousin 1 and cousin 2), cousin 1 goes Oh yeah, and their big  thing is gay and lesbian marraige. And i'm like "Yup! Gays rock." And he goes on this big fucking rant about how its unnatural. Now some of my favorite people ever are gay men. Like my friends and I are total fag hags. So automatically I get defensive. and I'm like "Don't you dare talk about fucking gay people like that! Continue this topic with me and I will beat the crap out of you." So for once my mom doesn't yell at me, so i'm like woah. And then as my cousin 1 keeps dissing gays, and saying how they "chose" to be gay and shit, cousin 2 stays quiet and right as I'm about to beat up cousin 1 my moms like "Well, I guess from sammy's standpoint (Yes, they call me sammy) If men "choose" to be gay they made the right choice." And I laugh and am like "Thank you". But then my mom turns to them and was like "If either one of you turn out to be gay, i'll be more than happy." Because sometimes she t hinks one of them is gay when I think sometimes the other one his because he's totally metrosexual when the other one isn't really. But that's how dinner goes with my family. Anyone want to trade?
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/19/maryland_leaves_and_mythology_remains~2665629/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Ok so I got home from Ocean City maryland yesterday. We stayed at a little hotel on the boardwalk, and it was pretty nice. Anyway, my family. We're nuts, and thats obvious. My recently divorced uncle brought his new girlfriend (who we just refer to as "the girlfriend" when she's not around) out to dinner with us our first full night to some seafood joint. Well I being vegetarian ate alot of pringles and applesauce beforehand because I knew that I wasn't going to be able to eat much. So we get there and my crazy aunt, my two twin boy cousins, my uncle and my mom and my uncle are being ourselves, and the girlfriend keeps on giving us weird looks. My cousins from the south got sweet ice tea, and everyone thought it tasted awful. By the time we ordered him a new drink, everyone had taken a sip out of it multiple times. I didn't think it was aful, but still. I ended up getting a veggie fry which had like cheese and butter sauce on it so that was decent. But two things. 1, my cousin sitting next to me was the SLOPPIEST SEAFOOD EATER EVER. It made me sick just looking at him devour those murdered animals, and then leave the carcasses (sp?) Next to my food. But then my mom lets it slip that we were democrats, and the rest of the family is republican. so, (i'm just going to call them cousin 1 and cousin 2), cousin 1 goes Oh yeah, and their big  thing is gay and lesbian marraige. And i'm like "Yup! Gays rock." And he goes on this big fucking rant about how its unnatural. Now some of my favorite people ever are gay men. Like my friends and I are total fag hags. So automatically I get defensive. and I'm like "Don't you dare talk about fucking gay people like that! Continue this topic with me and I will beat the crap out of you." So for once my mom doesn't yell at me, so i'm like woah. And then as my cousin 1 keeps dissing gays, and saying how they "chose" to be gay and shit, cousin 2 stays quiet and right as I'm about to beat up cousin 1 my moms like "Well, I guess from sammy's standpoint (Yes, they call me sammy) If men "choose" to be gay they made the right choice." And I laugh and am like "Thank you". But then my mom turns to them and was like "If either one of you turn out to be gay, i'll be more than happy." Because sometimes she t hinks one of them is gay when I think sometimes the other one his because he's totally metrosexual when the other one isn't really. But that's how dinner goes with my family. Anyone want to trade?
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/19/maryland_leaves_and_mythology_remains~2665629/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/12/venting_refrain_from_reading_if_you_hate~2618842/"><default:title>Venting (refrain from reading if you hate swearing)</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/12/venting_refrain_from_reading_if_you_hate~2618842/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-12T00:30:47+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;OK. So today my friend was like:&lt;br&gt;
Friend (6:25:39 PM): i wish&lt;br&gt;
Friend (6:25:42 PM): you had myspace&lt;br&gt;
Friend (6:26:23 PM): then we could stalk ppl&lt;br&gt;
(she was just kidding about the stalking btw)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;and I've ALWAYS wanted a myspace. I've always wanted a place to share who I am and even get some web designing practice in, since I love editing codes and designing webpages. So I go upstairs to ask my mom, since i'm now fourteen, if it would be okay if i got one ebecause i'm the age you have to be to sign up. and it looks like she's about to say yes, and she goes ont ihs long fucking rant about the mrs.tennesee girl and some shit about how she's being blackmailed. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I WOULD WOULDNT'T PUT MOTHER FUCKING NAKED PICTURES OF MYSELF ON THE GODDAMN INTERNET! I DON'T EVEN HAVE NAKED PICTURES OF MYSELF, AND DON'T PLAN TO ANYTIME SOON! So she's not letting me get one, and I'm like thinking now that she thinks i'm going to fucking do some stupid shit like that I know that I wouldnt. I have more common sen se than a fucking monkey but she keeps on feeding met his bullshit about how she trusts me but anything I put on there will come back to haunt me. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT, I WOULDN'T PUT ANYTHING THAT COULD HURT ME IN THE FUTURE ON THERE! I WOULD TALK ABOUT MY INTERESTIS, DEDICATE A HUGE SECTION TO FALL OUT BOY, AND MAYBE SHARE SOME OF MY PHOTOGRAPHY WHILE KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH SOME OF THE FRIENDS I WON'T BE ABLE TO NEXT YEAR WHEN I GO TO THE ACADEMY FOR HALF OF THE DAY INSTEAD OF THE HIGHSCHOOL! So that's complete bullshit. They better not talk to me for the rest of the fucking night or i'm going to go psyco on one or both of them. well I'm going off to listen to fall out booy, write, and try to get atleast a little more calm than I am right now.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/12/venting_refrain_from_reading_if_you_hate~2618842/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>OK. So today my friend was like:<br>
Friend (6:25:39 PM): i wish<br>
Friend (6:25:42 PM): you had myspace<br>
Friend (6:26:23 PM): then we could stalk ppl<br>
(she was just kidding about the stalking btw)</p>
	<p>and I've ALWAYS wanted a myspace. I've always wanted a place to share who I am and even get some web designing practice in, since I love editing codes and designing webpages. So I go upstairs to ask my mom, since i'm now fourteen, if it would be okay if i got one ebecause i'm the age you have to be to sign up. and it looks like she's about to say yes, and she goes ont ihs long fucking rant about the mrs.tennesee girl and some shit about how she's being blackmailed. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I WOULD WOULDNT'T PUT MOTHER FUCKING NAKED PICTURES OF MYSELF ON THE GODDAMN INTERNET! I DON'T EVEN HAVE NAKED PICTURES OF MYSELF, AND DON'T PLAN TO ANYTIME SOON! So she's not letting me get one, and I'm like thinking now that she thinks i'm going to fucking do some stupid shit like that I know that I wouldnt. I have more common sen se than a fucking monkey but she keeps on feeding met his bullshit about how she trusts me but anything I put on there will come back to haunt me. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT, I WOULDN'T PUT ANYTHING THAT COULD HURT ME IN THE FUTURE ON THERE! I WOULD TALK ABOUT MY INTERESTIS, DEDICATE A HUGE SECTION TO FALL OUT BOY, AND MAYBE SHARE SOME OF MY PHOTOGRAPHY WHILE KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH SOME OF THE FRIENDS I WON'T BE ABLE TO NEXT YEAR WHEN I GO TO THE ACADEMY FOR HALF OF THE DAY INSTEAD OF THE HIGHSCHOOL! So that's complete bullshit. They better not talk to me for the rest of the fucking night or i'm going to go psyco on one or both of them. well I'm going off to listen to fall out booy, write, and try to get atleast a little more calm than I am right now.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/12/venting_refrain_from_reading_if_you_hate~2618842/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/maryland_comes_closer_and_mythology_take~2604064/"><default:title>Maryland comes closer, and mythology takes over.</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/maryland_comes_closer_and_mythology_take~2604064/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-09T19:20:27+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Next sunday I am forced to go to Ocean City, Maryland to hang out with my southern family and stuff. &gt;_&lt; I hate the sun, I hate the beach, and I'm not a big fan of my family, so what else could be wrong with the vacation?  Oh I'm sure something else will go wrong. Positive. And i'm being forced also to read mythology for honors english for next year. Apparently it's the most boring book all my friends have read ( well those that are in honors) and they can't stand it. hopefully i'll like it a bit more, but who knows? I'm getting it sometime this week, probably tomorrow. Today's tuesday, right?Anyway, I'm off to whyville..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Alicia (12:56:00 PM): speaking of bordem..&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:56:13 PM): you know Mythology? our required book?&lt;br&gt;
Me (12:56:18 PM): Yeah&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:56:31 PM): LIKE OHMYGOD&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:56:38 PM): it is the worst book EVUR&lt;br&gt;
Me (12:56:45 PM): what is it about?&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:56:54 PM): I DON'T KNOW DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:&lt;br&gt;
Me (12:57:03 PM): Haha&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:11 PM): its really REALLLY REAEAAAAAAAAAAAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY boring&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:15 PM): like is really really&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:17 PM): really really&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:20 PM): really really&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:22 PM): really really&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:25 PM): really really&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:40 PM): F-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-KUUUHHHH--IIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:44 PM): x2&lt;br&gt;
Me (12:57:49 PM): boring as in makes you want to shoot yourself or boring as in you're reading it but your eyes are just skimming the words and you're thinking of something else?&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:57:50 PM): BORINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:58:05 PM): both&lt;br&gt;
Me (12:58:44 PM): =l&lt;br&gt;
Alicia (12:58:45 PM): its really quite awful..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/maryland_comes_closer_and_mythology_take~2604064/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Next sunday I am forced to go to Ocean City, Maryland to hang out with my southern family and stuff. >_< I hate the sun, I hate the beach, and I'm not a big fan of my family, so what else could be wrong with the vacation?  Oh I'm sure something else will go wrong. Positive. And i'm being forced also to read mythology for honors english for next year. Apparently it's the most boring book all my friends have read ( well those that are in honors) and they can't stand it. hopefully i'll like it a bit more, but who knows? I'm getting it sometime this week, probably tomorrow. Today's tuesday, right?Anyway, I'm off to whyville..</p>
	<p>Alicia (12:56:00 PM): speaking of bordem..<br>
Alicia (12:56:13 PM): you know Mythology? our required book?<br>
Me (12:56:18 PM): Yeah<br>
Alicia (12:56:31 PM): LIKE OHMYGOD<br>
Alicia (12:56:38 PM): it is the worst book EVUR<br>
Me (12:56:45 PM): what is it about?<br>
Alicia (12:56:54 PM): I DON'T KNOW DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:<br>
Me (12:57:03 PM): Haha<br>
Alicia (12:57:11 PM): its really REALLLY REAEAAAAAAAAAAAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY boring<br>
Alicia (12:57:15 PM): like is really really<br>
Alicia (12:57:17 PM): really really<br>
Alicia (12:57:20 PM): really really<br>
Alicia (12:57:22 PM): really really<br>
Alicia (12:57:25 PM): really really<br>
Alicia (12:57:40 PM): F-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-KUUUHHHH--IIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG<br>
Alicia (12:57:44 PM): x2<br>
Me (12:57:49 PM): boring as in makes you want to shoot yourself or boring as in you're reading it but your eyes are just skimming the words and you're thinking of something else?<br>
Alicia (12:57:50 PM): BORINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br>
Alicia (12:58:05 PM): both<br>
Me (12:58:44 PM): =l<br>
Alicia (12:58:45 PM): its really quite awful..</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/09/maryland_comes_closer_and_mythology_take~2604064/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/08/bored_ness_can_be_dangerous~2596246/"><default:title>Bored-ness can be dangerous.</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/08/bored_ness_can_be_dangerous~2596246/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-08T15:59:38+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;So anyway, I've been really bored recently. Why you ask?&lt;br&gt;Because there's nothing to do arund here! I've written a chapter of my story over three times. Once first draft, second draft, and then the second draft backwards. Exciting, eh? Not really. I'm officially addicted to the song "Time To Dance" by Panic! At The Disco. Oh, and I made my own fall out boy t-shirt =] Here are some pics:&lt;br&gt;Front:&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/63l3vck.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back:&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/4r1labq.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;All in good fun !&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I was thinking of adding a gold Clandestine Industries Bat either below mistake or next to Biggest. Anyone have an opinion? Anyway, that's about it for now. Camp has been over since 2 days ago and I already miss my little pete Wentz-and-Patrick "Plumpityumpity" Stump-loving perverts =[&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;-Sam
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/08/bored_ness_can_be_dangerous~2596246/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>So anyway, I&#39;ve been really bored recently. Why you ask?<br>Because there&#39;s nothing to do arund here! I&#39;ve written a chapter of my story over three times. Once first draft, second draft, and then the second draft backwards. Exciting, eh? Not really. I&#39;m officially addicted to the song "Time To Dance" by Panic! At The Disco. Oh, and I made my own fall out boy t-shirt =] Here are some pics:<br>Front:<br> <img src="http://i13.tinypic.com/63l3vck.jpg" alt=""><br>Back:<br> <img src="http://i10.tinypic.com/4r1labq.jpg" alt=""><br>All in good fun !</p>
	<p>I was thinking of adding a gold Clandestine Industries Bat either below mistake or next to Biggest. Anyone have an opinion? Anyway, that&#39;s about it for now. Camp has been over since 2 days ago and I already miss my little pete Wentz-and-Patrick "Plumpityumpity" Stump-loving perverts =[</p>
	<p>-Sam
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/08/bored_ness_can_be_dangerous~2596246/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/i_know_this_is_my_second_but_the_first_w~2588224/"><default:title>I know this is my second, but the first was an intro. Mmkay?</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/i_know_this_is_my_second_but_the_first_w~2588224/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-07T00:27:24+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Today was a total fuckfest. And not in the literal sense, but in the... It was so boring all I wanted to do was curl up in a corner with a sprite, a pen, and write another journal entry from Jaden's point of view. It would be more interesting than sitting at day camp all day listening to the same people talk non-stop for about.. 7 hours. But luckally today was my last day-camp day. I should probably keep a tally of how many heroes I have, because I geigned another one today. I don't even know his name, but when we were playing dodgeball this girl kept on hiding behind me and I was like "NO!" and I pushed her out from behind me. (she's very aggrivating.) Anyway, There was a kid hiding behind me that I had really cool hair, so I was like okay, i'll let him hide behind me because he has awesome hair. (No, i'm not that focused on looks. I was just trying to entertain myself.) So I kept him from getting hit, and later on he held the biggest ball infront of his crotch and was like "I'm protecting the only thing that's important to me right now." I started cracking up. How he's my hero? He totally made my day a little less terrible. So I now have another one. I think he's my.. 17th? I know my first hero is Pete Wentz. Or Andy Hurley. Maybe even Gaygod or WilliamSledd. Way too many. Or Kathy Griffin. ANYWAY, Yeah. So today sucked. Tomorrow hopefully I'm going to get stencils to make a Bright Eyes t-shirt. I think he's pretty big in England, because all his autographed 7"'s are going on sale there. Seriously, Conor, you have american fans too. I know I'm like one of 5 that have ever heard of you, but cut us some slack, please?! And come up to Connecticut sometime. Or even Mass. I miss you. D:&lt;br&gt;
That's about it for now.&lt;br&gt;
I think.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh and why my blog link is "maythepetebewithyou"? Well pete= pete wentz, and my friends and I have a running inside joke where we do the starwars \ \\// finger thing and say "may the pete be with you". Yeah. I know, lame.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/i_know_this_is_my_second_but_the_first_w~2588224/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Today was a total fuckfest. And not in the literal sense, but in the... It was so boring all I wanted to do was curl up in a corner with a sprite, a pen, and write another journal entry from Jaden's point of view. It would be more interesting than sitting at day camp all day listening to the same people talk non-stop for about.. 7 hours. But luckally today was my last day-camp day. I should probably keep a tally of how many heroes I have, because I geigned another one today. I don't even know his name, but when we were playing dodgeball this girl kept on hiding behind me and I was like "NO!" and I pushed her out from behind me. (she's very aggrivating.) Anyway, There was a kid hiding behind me that I had really cool hair, so I was like okay, i'll let him hide behind me because he has awesome hair. (No, i'm not that focused on looks. I was just trying to entertain myself.) So I kept him from getting hit, and later on he held the biggest ball infront of his crotch and was like "I'm protecting the only thing that's important to me right now." I started cracking up. How he's my hero? He totally made my day a little less terrible. So I now have another one. I think he's my.. 17th? I know my first hero is Pete Wentz. Or Andy Hurley. Maybe even Gaygod or WilliamSledd. Way too many. Or Kathy Griffin. ANYWAY, Yeah. So today sucked. Tomorrow hopefully I'm going to get stencils to make a Bright Eyes t-shirt. I think he's pretty big in England, because all his autographed 7"'s are going on sale there. Seriously, Conor, you have american fans too. I know I'm like one of 5 that have ever heard of you, but cut us some slack, please?! And come up to Connecticut sometime. Or even Mass. I miss you. D:<br>
That's about it for now.<br>
I think.</p>
	<p>Oh and why my blog link is "maythepetebewithyou"? Well pete= pete wentz, and my friends and I have a running inside joke where we do the starwars \ \\// finger thing and say "may the pete be with you". Yeah. I know, lame.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/i_know_this_is_my_second_but_the_first_w~2588224/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/lets_see~2588189/"><default:title>Lets see..</default:title><default:link>http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/lets_see~2588189/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-07-07T00:14:03+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure quite why i'm here. I guess I need an online blog of sorts, and I was sick of people finding out my livejournal and then annoying me about it. So, I got a uk blog! &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I guess right now you should know three things about me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;-Writing is my favorite thing to do ever. And Jaden is my favorite person to write about. He's my first character (or however you spell it. I guess that's something you should know about me, I can't spell that word for my life!), and I love him more than anything. Sometimes he's real to me, and sometimes I'm like "what would jaden do?" Because he's the coolest person I know, and sort of like a concience. He speaks to me and keeps me from doing things I would regret later. I owe my current sanity to him and the four boys I mention below.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;-Music is my life (I've already dedicated my life to Fall Out Boy. They are amazing and I love the shit out of those kids. Not that I should be calling them kids, considering i'm like ten years younger than them, but who cares? And call me a "Teenie bopper" all you want, but Peter Wentz is the most beautiful guy i've ever seen in my life, both inside and out.)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;-And I get annoyed very easily. Seriously, once i'm annoyed there is like a 2% chance that you will ever fully get my respect back. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I think that's it for now..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://maythepetebewithyou.blog.co.uk/2007/07/07/lets_see~2588189/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I'm not sure quite why i'm here. I guess I need an online blog of sorts, and I was sick of people finding out my livejournal and then annoying me about it. So, I got a uk blog! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"><br>
I guess right now you should know three things about me.</p>
	<p>-Writing is my favorite thing to do ever. And Jaden is my favorite person to write about. He's my first character (or however you spell it. I guess that's something you should know about me, I can't spell that word for my life!), and I love him more than anything. Sometimes he's real to me, and sometimes I'm like "what would jaden do?" Because he's the coolest person I know, and sort of like a concience. He speaks to me and keeps me from doing things I would regret later. I owe my current sanity to him and the four boys I mention below.</p>
	<p>-Music is my life (I've already dedicated my life to Fall Out Boy. They are amazing and I love the shit out of those kids. Not that I should be calling them kids, considering i'm like ten years younger than them, but who cares? And call me a "Teenie bopper" all you want, but Peter Wentz is the most beautiful guy i've ever seen in my life, both inside and out.)</p>
	<p>-And I get annoyed very easily. Seriously, once i'm annoyed there is like a 2% chance that you will ever fully get my respect back. </p>
	<p>I think that's it for now..</p>
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