<?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-18685106</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:46:52.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Crash World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18685106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheer Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932640099023409384</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-18685106.post-113164235767037963</id><published>2005-11-10T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:05:57.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it's me. I'm sitting her at school awaiting the ring of the bell so I can go to LUNCH! I'm so god dang hungary!! I didn't eat breakfast this morning and I think that's the problem. If any of you bloggers out there are going throught a similar situation then email me sometime. I think my emails in my profile. (that message is especially for you teenage male bloggers) (LOL!) Before I begin the next story I'd like to tell you a little bit about some of the people in it. There is this guy named Sam and this guy named Dustin. They are like the hottest guys in out entire high school. Some people don't agree with me but they are totally wrong. There is like a 9 out of 10 ratio that says they are. Well,anyway, they BOTH are in MY first period class!! Can you believe it? see, I usually talk to them or play games with them and stuff when Mrs. Bailey doesn't give us an assignment to do but today they didn't even attept to say one word to me. I mean come on......You at least say hi to a person that takes time out of their day to say hi to them. They played a game and didn't invite me back to their "table" to play with them like I do almost EVERY TIME THEY PLAY IT! omg....i didn't even stop to think that they might see this. Oh well. They were to find out sooner or later right?  well, out bell is about to ring so I'll write to ya tonight...but in the meantime remember what I said in the beggining of this "blog"!! Love ya! ByE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18685106-113164235767037963?l=crashworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crashworld.blogspot.com/feeds/113164235767037963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18685106&amp;postID=113164235767037963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18685106/posts/default/113164235767037963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18685106/posts/default/113164235767037963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crashworld.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-sucks.html' title='School Sucks!'/><author><name>Cheer Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932640099023409384</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18685106.post-113123768988621375</id><published>2005-11-05T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:41:29.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in  Crash World Episode #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, hey guys. This is the first time I've done this so bare with me. I think it's like an online journal, right? Here it goes: Today hasn't been that great. Last night I cheered at our high school ball game (YES I'M A CHEERLEADER have been since I was 4) which, we won by one point. It was the most exciting game. Right when the game was over the other team, the Cosby Eagles, scored a touchdown which made the score 20 to 21. So they needed to make a field goal to tie so we could go into overtime but the guy missed and we won. It was awesome. The other team was like crying and stuff and it made me feel kind of sorry for them but, there is always a winner and a loser and last night the loser just happened to be them. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway, my friend Brooke was supposed to spend the night with me but something went wrong and she couldn't. I'm just glad we're friends again. We had this really bad misshap over a junior guy in our high school. See he's like WAY cute so I started liking him. The thing was she liked him and she had failed to tell me this so through this whole "fight" I was misinformed. It turns out this "guy" liked her too and she started dating him which made everything worse. But we're friends again so I guess it doesn't matter anymore. (LOL: SHE BROKE HIS HEART!!! HE ENDED UP CRYING ABOUT IT AND DIDN'T COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 DAYS!!!!) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I woke up this morning I was deathly ill. My mom thinks I have Mono. She's a doctor and thats what scares me because she could be right. I really don't want to get my finger poked, ouch! Sorry my life isn't as exciting as I would like it to be but, I have to be at work in the morning at 12:30. (YES, I'M ONLY 14 AND I WORK AT FOOD CITY!) I'll talk to ya tomarrow. Toodles! 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