<?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-6443450</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:38:55.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez La Weez</title><subtitle type='html'>when someone punches you, punch them bak!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443450.post-109349674328718841</id><published>2004-08-25T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:08:07.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEZ LA WEEZ</title><content type='html'>ok. so we haven't exactly posted lately. we're not going to put up our schedules. we'll just look at everyone else's blog to see if we have them. so nobody will know. haha. beat that! anyways no recap this time. just orientation. man that was fun. we both got top lockers in the main quad. so it sux for everyone else. have you guys noticed that everyone has changed. seriously. except for us. well nia has. so just me. everyone else in the group has had this huge change over the summer. some people that we havent seen in a while.......whoa. brian's voice, casey's hair, jason's height,......and well zack ::cough::cough:: yeah zack you got your braces off....and well. we'll just say what everyone else was only thinking. you got SEXY. at least we got the balls to say it. you all know you were thinking it. well thats it for now. tutalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-109349674328718841?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/109349674328718841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/109349674328718841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109349674328718841' title='GEEZ LA WEEZ'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-109056272034213164</id><published>2004-07-22T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T23:05:20.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog spelt backwards is God</title><content type='html'>You all should remember my dog Tinkerbell from the party or maybe you&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;only heard of her, but for those of you who dont know she is the sweetest dog ever. A few days before i left for Pismo Beach we were told she had bone cancer in the front right leg. Tink has been taking pain relievers ever since. But lately the pain has gotten worse and its only a matter of time before the cancer spreads to the lungs and she has trouble breathing. My parents have decided that the time has come for her to be put down. The origional date was set for Saturday but they say that before you put a dog down you have to be 100% sure that its the right thing to do. Well i guess my parents have had second thoughts about it and I think we are pushing it further. But further could only mean Sunday or Monday. I guess you are wondering why I'm boring you with the sappy details of my life, but I wanted to tell everyone so that you would know. In case you wanted to say good-bye to the best dog Ive ever had. I won't be leaving the house much because Im trying to be with her as much as I possibly can till her time is up. So if you feel like stopping by to see her before shes gone, please do. Shes a people dog and she'll love it. Its the least&amp;nbsp;we can give her. I guess Ive really had time to think about all this while im in the backyard sitting with her. Knowing that she is going to be gone and out of my life forever really has made me think. And all the drama that seems to have all happened this week seems, no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so unimportant and insignifigant compared to the death of someone in your life. Im not letting anything get to me because i know that its all just a waste of our life, all this drama i mean. Why waste your life upset when you could spend it drama free? as the expression goes "dont sweat the small&amp;nbsp;stuff."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lil&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-109056272034213164?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/109056272034213164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/109056272034213164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109056272034213164' title='Dog spelt backwards is God'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108988178653032405</id><published>2004-07-15T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T13:13:35.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok so i havent exactly updated since graduation. dang! thats a long time. well im actually undatin because of a promise to anthony. isnt that so sad? we have hit rock bottoms guys. updating because of promises and bathroom cleaning? whatever ant. u did it to start a trend and look its working. just to let u know now this will be a very very evry long post. so if ur bored already dont read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so since i last updated(like a fricken year ago) a whole fricken lot has happened. first week of summer was totally awesome! hung out on base with nia a lot. then i had to go to oregon. i know u guys could care less about the trip so ill leave those details out. im only gunna say that i was not kept in touch with all the gossip. and boy o boy was that a busy ten days. man i got a shock when i got home........nia and chris...::cough::cough:: (i totally dont get the '::' but thats for a different day). man did that suck.dude. people told me before nia did so i pretended i didnt know to make her sweat. haha. revenge. we had our little talk and that was that. i was over it. man i really do love her huh? anyways so....i had another week or so before i had to leave for pismo beach. by the time i had to leave i was so excited. to much drama here that i wanted to get away and be stress free. once i got there all i did wasthink about the group and everything that was going on at the time. there werent even cute guys 2 get my mind off it. bummer. well i totally had separation anzeiety. dude i cannot spell that word. isnt there supposed to be an 'x' or something. anxiety? is that it? o well. ok im home now and im here to stay. got back on sun.been having a lot of fun hanging out with lin, danny, and brian. dude i climbed onto the backstop. im so proud of myself seeing as how i hav a fear of heights. who doesnt man. my mom totally ignored me for fricken tthree days. i didnt even know what i did. i came crawling back tonite. she gave me the whole "ur irresponsible" psh watever. just cause im out late every night with guys.............anywho. i dont understand why parents have a problem with my routine. u stay up late on the internet chatting. sleep late. wake up and rush through ur chores. then go hang out. sounds perfect to me. i know im forgetting hecka stuff. o well. short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was yelling at the people on tv. he called them buck  heads and leach face....ok?&lt;br /&gt;anthony just called my house and woke my parents up...loser&lt;br /&gt;haha when my mom was ignoring me i asked her a question she totally pretended to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;i missed zacks b-day...so happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;have u ever noticed in boy meets world that shawn's trailer is huge!&lt;br /&gt;whos prettier lindsay or hilary?&lt;br /&gt;i totally need to see cinderella story&lt;br /&gt;my breath stinks&lt;br /&gt;i pretend i like south park&lt;br /&gt;dont know why i do&lt;br /&gt;i hate that show&lt;br /&gt;my family fights a lot....omgsh story! ok so in pismo for 4th of july they shoot fireworks off the pier. from our hotel we have a great view. so we go sit on the balcony and watch. now the whole vacation my parents fight with my brother, about my brother, with each other. let me tell u family vacations are hell. its not fun because we cant be in the same room without fighting. and when u hav to share a hotel room......so we're sitting on the balcony and my bro is yelling at my mom. im wishing they would stop. and then the first firework is shot. and everyone just stops.......to watch. it was one of the happiest moments this year for me. my whole family together. no fighting, enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that sappy note ill leave. good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108988178653032405?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108988178653032405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108988178653032405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108988178653032405' title='IM BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108918572851946767</id><published>2004-07-07T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T00:35:28.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for the birthday boy... </title><content type='html'>well this is for you zatch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday dear Zachary,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! the big 1,5. man, you're getting old... too bad you're not here in cali to celebrate. but don't worry. we will. well, have a good one zack! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108918572851946767?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108918572851946767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108918572851946767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108918572851946767' title='this is for the birthday boy... '/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108879653624544483</id><published>2004-07-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:28:56.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr.</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to go to manteca waterslides today but no. my cousin didn't feel well... whatever. i am really bored. really bored. absolutely nothing to do. why the heck am i updating? again, it's lily's turn, but she's in pismo. well 18 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108879653624544483?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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gazette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108823136852721521?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108823136852721521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108823136852721521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108823136852721521' title=''/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108771047515726166</id><published>2004-06-19T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T22:47:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>ok, an update. hmm... the past few days have been fun. they were so worth it. some people know why and some people don't. but people will find out soon enough. i'm at a really lame party right now. instead of goin to vona's dance thing, i had to go to frisco and go to this. oh fun. well they want me to play halo now. lily's comin back tmrw so you can hear all about her oregon trip. i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108771047515726166?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108771047515726166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108771047515726166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108771047515726166' title='update.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108715282717948311</id><published>2004-06-13T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T11:53:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun stuff.</title><content type='html'>so everyone did a re-cap on their years at middle school. well i'm not going to. so far, summer has been eventful. i do something everyday so i won't be wasting my time watching TV while eating loads of junk food. i usually go to the base pool with friends. that's fun. we recently went bowling. not regular bowling, but disco bowling. good times. and as you heard from everyone else we had lotsa fun. from getting my cakes baked to piling on top of one another. i guess it's cool to be a base kid. everything is just a walking distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's one thing missing... dylan. we all miss you soo much. hope everything works out in ohio. good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't hit me yet but i know when it does, at least one person is going to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end this post, congrats to our new couples!&lt;br /&gt;Brian Azevedo &amp; Brittney Sievers&lt;br /&gt;Chris Wisecarver &amp; Lindsey Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108715282717948311?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108715282717948311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108715282717948311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108715282717948311' title='fun stuff.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108668028708471244</id><published>2004-06-07T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:46:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love u guys....</title><content type='html'>There is a reason I haven't posted in a while. My excuse is good this time. I've been thinking a lot about howw I would post about the end of school. Of course I have to recap. I'll make it quick because I know everyone hates long posts that don't go anywhere. Would you look at that....I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth grade&lt;/strong&gt;:Well....I have to admit I would have been extremely different if I hadnt come to GW for sixth grade. Sixth grade prepared us for middle school.....like a stage. In sixth I had a lot of popular friends.....like anthony and katie. But I was young and didnt care. I think everyone was really themselves in sixth because u dont worry about appearance or popularity......u just didnt care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh grade&lt;/strong&gt;: Well this year was when everyone(like people said on there blogs) "found" themselves. Everyone was under pressure to fit in and be accepted. Me...i could've cared less. i tried so hard to fit into the "band group". thats wat i called the group of lin, jen, ant, etc. I wanted to be liked by u guys. but im telling u last year u made my life heck. so i screwed u guys and went to hang out with mish, casey, jess, etc. i think i left because i couldnt handle the drama.....life was simple. like ant said on his blog....we were really really close. well until the end of the year. he went through "the phase". You know the one where u are changing ur personality to please others. but luckily he grew out of it and is one of my very best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHTH GRADE&lt;/strong&gt;: im speechles...which is a big deal with me.....many many firsts......first bf, first boy/girl party, first speech. Tell me....why was there so much more drama this year? i enjoyed it actually. it kept life interesting. groups divided everyone all year. until we all kinda came together. u all say its because we slowed gathered more people.....me...i say its because everyone was just to lazy to drift between groups. but once again i hav to say wat everyone has said. our group is truly awesome. a little bit of everything. we r all so different and yet we put our differences aside and are friends. like i said in my speech we r all here together every day.....we become really close with our friends.and i hav. i love u guys sooooooooooo much. i cannot imagine my life without u. i can only hope that next year we can all stay together. i dont want to loose u all. i guess thats y ive been so sad about middle school ending. im just afraid..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its long but ive got more to say. its mon night......schools been out for three days.....it hasnt hit me really hard yet.every so once in a while ill think of somethign and get an empty feeling in my gut. it goes away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;it hit me hard when......&lt;br /&gt;     i couldnt find my pjs so i put on my p.e. pants realizing i would never need them again....&lt;br /&gt;     vona was listing the people to go to her dance thingy....i said "it looks so empty without dylan and jen"&lt;br /&gt;     i was listening to "graduation" on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;     i was reading my speech at graduation.&lt;br /&gt;     i read zack's blog. zack that last sentence will always make me cry when i think about it. i can only nope we will stay friends that long.&lt;br /&gt;     i woke up this morning....and i didnt hav to go to school......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant believe its over...really OVER. it hasnt hit me hard yet. im not sure when it will kick in. but when it does....im glad ive got my friends....all of whom will gladly lend me their shoulder to cry on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108668028708471244?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108668028708471244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108668028708471244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108668028708471244' title='i love u guys....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108562570654013938</id><published>2004-05-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:41:46.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orthodontists are friggin liars.</title><content type='html'>yep. they are. anyways i got home after school and i wasn't in the brightest mood. i don't know why either. i felt like i needed to friggin puke. then i get to the orthodontist to get my braces off. bullshit. why do they do that? you get all excited and then they tell you, "Nope, we have to keep them on for another 6 months." WTF. well i gotta type a "friendly" letter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108562570654013938?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108562570654013938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108562570654013938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562570654013938' title='orthodontists are friggin liars.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108554373803874047</id><published>2004-05-25T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T20:55:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>don't you love it when everything works out? congrats to lily and andrew! everybody's pairing off left and right. well, we're on our last 2 weeks of school. it sure doesn't feel like it. i don't really want it to be. it's friggin windy out there and it's the end of May. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a craving for some Lucky Charms... i'm out. fatty needs food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108554373803874047?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108554373803874047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108554373803874047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108554373803874047' title=':-)'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108535529370364889</id><published>2004-05-23T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:34:53.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIN!</title><content type='html'>yes. happy birthday to lin! the big 1, 4,. doesn't it feel great? yeah so best wishes to you. great america was AWESOME! had soooo much fun. it was really cold in the morning and we went on a water ride. each and every one of us got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;soaked&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was worth it though. then we went on all these other rides. like vortex and i damaged lin's and jason's hands. haha. we went on top gun, too. so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fun&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i cannot believe lin made me ride drop zone with her... but that, too, was awesome. oh and we also did bumper cars and i at least got everybody once. ate some churros and some dippin' dots. drank some hot cocoa. shared a chicken platter with emmers. then i got home and khristyn was there and i was so hyped. man. then i was knocked out by like midnight. so we didn't really talk much but that's ok. and today we walked around the base, saw anna, dylan came over, and we just had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fun&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. this weekend wasn't bad at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108535529370364889?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108535529370364889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108535529370364889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108535529370364889' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIN!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108529940850509867</id><published>2004-05-23T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T01:03:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIN! i may be pissed at you but im still gunna congradulate u. so happy birthday! umm... wow its been a long time since i posted. but u guys can go to someone elses blog if u dont already know.to recap: band reviews, greta america, i got freshman class pres. and umm two weeks left of school. thats bout it. o and one more thing....DRAMA. two weeks left and so much of it. but i guess thats wat eigth grade is. o and im speaking at the eigth grade promotion wit nia and manda. fun fun fun. well thought id post. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108529940850509867?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108529940850509867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108529940850509867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529940850509867' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108468058135361512</id><published>2004-05-15T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T21:23:58.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Ass...AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>yeah so today was the encinal trip and it was really, really fun. we placed in EVERYTHING. drumline placed for the first time in Golden West history... they placed 3rd!! go drumline!! we got 1st in concert!! colorguard got 3rd!! marching got 4th!! and drum major go 4th!! so go us!!! except some of us got a little big-headed... but i'll let lin handle that. and i have that stupid india to finish. arg. but that's what sunday's for. so tonight i'm gonna celebrate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108468058135361512?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108468058135361512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108468058135361512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108468058135361512' title='Kick Ass...AGAIN!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108408382545262668</id><published>2004-05-08T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:28:15.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KICK ASS!</title><content type='html'>today was the band review... and it was awesome!!!! we got 4 trophies. count 'em baby! 4!!! KICK ASS!! i had so much fun. can't wait til encinal. i know i sound like a band nerd but ya know what? don't care! cause we got 1st place in drum major, marching, and guard! WHOO! and we got 2nd place in concert! much better than i thought we would do... whoo! go mustangs! ok got that all out... ok i'm gettin ready to leave so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108408382545262668?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108408382545262668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108408382545262668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108408382545262668' title='KICK ASS!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108381572624169860</id><published>2004-05-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:59:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>well i havent posted in a long time. i havent been in the best mood for the past few days......i blame guys. but ive worked some stuff out so for the time being im prety good. SO party......that was a whole shitload of fun. whoo hoo! bounce house, pool, lumpia. it was grrrrrrreat! and then today. man i had fun. me ant, manda, brian a, danny, and michelle went to the coffee shop, joes, raley's, then to the park to eat jello. i laughed so hard. it was just wat i needed. thanx u guys!we will keep wat we talked about on the dl. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108381572624169860?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108381572624169860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108381572624169860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108381572624169860' title='HAPPY!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108371746189341314</id><published>2004-05-04T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:42:06.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK.</title><content type='html'>outside. outside is where i can really think. i can just sit out there for hours just thinking. too much stuff to deal with right now. i need to talk to a certain someone cause we need to... i just need to THINK. so i'm gonna be outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108371746189341314?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108371746189341314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108371746189341314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108371746189341314' title='THINK.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108321156147006962</id><published>2004-04-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:10:18.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome blog, huh?</title><content type='html'>yes. thanks to ant's skills, our blog is now the COOLEST. thanks anthony. so STAR testing should just die. no more. i was certain on at least 3 of the questions on the social studies part. whoo. and then we have to do the math part tmrw. whoop-de-flippin-doo. and during the STAR testing, people had the snuffles and i swear i was so close to ripping my hair out.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid allergies. my brother was getting mad at me cause i would interrupt him every 5 seconds with a sneeze. none of those allergy medicines work. NONE. to make things worse, we have to be outside for marching band. i couldn't even play because i would sneeze into my trumpet and the weirdest note would come out and i couldn't see where i was marching because my fricken eyes would water all the fricken time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lookin forward to some things this weekend and i can't wait. it's the only thing that's keeping me alive. stupid testing. stupid india. be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108321156147006962?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108321156147006962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108321156147006962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108321156147006962' title='awesome blog, huh?'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108320998659083413</id><published>2004-04-28T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T20:44:02.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!</title><content type='html'>I put in the Blogger tags all by my lonesome! w00t w00t. ENJOY, NIA AND LILY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108320998659083413?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108320998659083413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108320998659083413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320998659083413' title='I DID IT!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108278539911567644</id><published>2004-04-23T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T22:47:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testes.</title><content type='html'>Anthony here! Teesting... Comments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108278539911567644?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108278539911567644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108278539911567644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108278539911567644' title='testes.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108277327240107078</id><published>2004-04-23T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T19:25:21.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.....</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for the shout out on my b-day on your blogs! you guys are great! i'm so lucky to have friends like you....tear...... anyways so my b-day was yesterday! im am no longer a thirteen year old. but i didn't do wat i said i would do.......o well, ill push it to monday...besides there is more important drama at hand. i totally agree with jess. some of it is funny. but watever. deal with it! so yesterday...thank you guys for the cards/gifts. i love all of you! my friend kelsie(goes to vaca pena) some of u know her some dont but thats not important. well she sent balloons to school for my b-day. isnt that awesome? i felt special. then my mommy took me to the movies, came home, cake, ice cream, presents, the whole shabang. then of course its like 1000 and i hav loads of hmwk. where the heck was everyone last nite? man i got on at like 1030 and nobody was on. i could just see the tumble weed roll across the screen. geez i felt like a loner. but u know the whole make a wish before you blow out the candles...........&lt;br /&gt;lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanx jen again for the new template and the song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108277327240107078?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108277327240107078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108277327240107078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277327240107078' title='Thank you.....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108277314240051369</id><published>2004-04-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T19:23:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.....</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for the shout out on my b-day on your blogs! you guys are great! i'm so lucky to have friends like you....tear...... anyways so my b-day was yesterday! im am no longer a thirteen year old. but i didn't do wat i said i would do.......o well, ill push it to monday...besides there is more important drama at hand. i totally agree with jess. some of it is funny. but watever. deal with it! so yesterday...thank you guys for the cards/gifts. i love all of you! my friend kelsie(goes to vaca pena) some of u know her some dont but thats not important. well she sent balloons to school for my b-day. isnt that awesome? i felt special. then my mommy took me to the movies, came home, cake, ice cream, presents, the whole shabang. then of course its like 1000 and i hav loads of hmwk. where the heck was everyone last nite? man i got on at like 1030 and nobody was on. i could just see the tumble weed roll across the screen. geez i felt like a loner. but u know the whole make a wish before you blow out the candles...........&lt;br /&gt;lil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. thanx jen again for the new template and the song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108277314240051369?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108277314240051369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108277314240051369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277314240051369' title='Thank you.....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108267905660487145</id><published>2004-04-22T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:15:04.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILSTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108267905660487145?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108267905660487145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108267905660487145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108267905660487145' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108259304737526359</id><published>2004-04-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T17:23:34.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday....hint hint get me something....</title><content type='html'>     Well Anthony, its my turn to be all depressed......its my last night to be thirteen...EVER. Thats so depressing. like a once in a lifetime thing gone. Isn't it weird that ur thirteen one day and u wake up the next day and ur a year older? Hmmmm......I usually love my birthday. wats not to love....presents, cake, fun stuff. This year however im dreading it. Isnt that crazy? well i hav a good reason. only nia knows tho. It was when we had one of those really-deep-once-in-a-blue-moon-kinda-talks. well u go into death and stuff like it. and of course im like omg i could die tomorrow. So its one of those things like, "if i was to die tomorrow id want u to know......" at first i thought it was a great idea. cause for the most part i keep my secrets to myself. but i would finally get all this stuff of my chest before i turned 14. but in the past few weeks with all this drama and finding out certain stuff....well ive lost my enthusiasm in the whole idea. but nia is gunna hold me to it. or at least for one person. but i dont want to. i dont wanna talk to you. i dont care if i die tomorrow and i havent talked to you. Nia can talk to you for me.....then i wouldnt have to........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108259304737526359?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108259304737526359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108259304737526359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259304737526359' title='My Birthday....hint hint get me something....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108252467825066507</id><published>2004-04-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:22:03.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome template, huh?</title><content type='html'>cool template, huh? thanks so much jen! well there's really nothing to talk about so this is gonna be one of those pointless entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-see. told ya. pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108252467825066507?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108252467825066507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108252467825066507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252467825066507' title='Awesome template, huh?'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108242960306678275</id><published>2004-04-19T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:57:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fine</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXY ANTHONY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- there do i seem so unimportant now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108242960306678275?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108242960306678275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108242960306678275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242960306678275' title='fine'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108241658024495736</id><published>2004-04-19T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T16:20:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Anthony</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Anthony! The big 1, 4. Yeah well i'll catch up in three days....... Okay so a couple of things happened today. I'll just summarize....1. well i was told i did something that i didn't know i did. Don't u hate that? Someone gets mad at you...cough cough(you know who u are) for something you dont remember doing or saying for this matter. But no biggy, 2. A certain person wasn't here.....i'll leave it at that, and 3. Well lets just say i'll never look at a certain someone without wanting to hurl. Nia im sure you feel the same. Well thats wat i remember. I should go now. Gotta pick up anthony's gift. Im sure its something he'll blog about. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108241658024495736?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108241658024495736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108241658024495736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241658024495736' title='Happy Birthday Anthony'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108232918947563611</id><published>2004-04-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T16:03:51.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Library</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be here to get a book for that india thing. i did. whoo. anna's sitting right next to me. we're at the library. aren't we dorks? yeah so lily spent the night last night. we were supposed to drop her off but my parents didn't get here til like 1:00 in the morning. so she just borrowed some clothes and got her own toothbrush. we worked on her india project and at about 2 in the morning we went outside and sat out on the porch and just talked and thunk. for like an hour and a half. we even fell asleep outside for like 20 minutes and it was really cold. oh yeah. can't forget to mention anthony since he so kindly mentioned us. we called him cause we were bored. then we woke up at around 10:40 and ate breakfast and we dropped lily off at her house and i ate lunch and i somehow ended up here in the base library. ok i've been in here too long. the silence is killing me. i'm out. payce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108232918947563611?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108232918947563611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108232918947563611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108232918947563611' title='Library'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108209976609874590</id><published>2004-04-16T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T00:20:04.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless</title><content type='html'>You know its been a long time since I've had one of those absolutely pointless entrees. But hey, it will change the subject. So.....okay. I forgot to lock the keys on my cell and I accidently called my friends house, but I didn't know I called and her brother picked up. He told her that I was singing. About m&amp;m's! don't ask me why. I don't even remember this. Sounds like me though doesn't it.........loud and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108209976609874590?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108209976609874590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108209976609874590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108209976609874590' title='Pointless'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108209395298130817</id><published>2004-04-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:43:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break...</title><content type='html'>so far spring break has been kinda disappointing. spring break is always better than this. we always go somewhere far. but not this year. saving money. i got up this morning and i am still in my pjs. gross, huh? well get over it. today i was lazy. watched some movies. pigged out on snacks. i heard the ice cream man comin down our street and i even ran out there in my pjs to get me a fudge bar. oh yeah and homework. i'm really tired. so i'm out. payce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{[[[~_~_~NIA~_~_~]]]}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ i hate using those symbols...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108209395298130817?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108209395298130817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108209395298130817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108209395298130817' title='Spring Break...'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108179286074280251</id><published>2004-04-12T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:06:04.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man...</title><content type='html'>yeah so Teehee left... don't want to talk about... talking about it once is hard enough so just go to my xanga. we miss ya LOTS. so how was everybody's easter? mine? not the best. really boring actually and i was looking forward to it but can't expect much anymore. i have so much homework to do... totally not in the mood. i'm supposed to go to m cousin's today and spend a couple of days there. sounds like fun, huh? i hope it will. need to get my mind off some things and this might just do it. but i'm gonna have to bring my shitload of homework there... here's a list of what i have to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--finish 2 weeks of India&lt;br /&gt;--finish take-home math test&lt;br /&gt;--take a pic for my trig. project&lt;br /&gt;--take a shower&lt;br /&gt;--pack&lt;br /&gt;--clean my room&lt;br /&gt;--buy a b-day card for Leah&lt;br /&gt;--there's more but i can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so happy belated b-day leah and i want to hear all about it. so i'm out to finish my to-do list. payce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108179286074280251?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108179286074280251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108179286074280251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179286074280251' title='Man...'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108158392382077225</id><published>2004-04-10T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T01:02:33.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee........</title><content type='html'>Well as you all know....Teehee left. Truthfully it didn't hit me til Friday morning. I woke up and was like, "we might never see him again." But his party was good (for details go to nia's xanga). Everyone cried....EVERYONE. It was so sad. Of course I came home and cried til I couldn't cry anymore. Then I read Anthony's blog. There is a tear jerker. But i didn't get my quote so Teehee here it is: "We may not have talked that much or known each other very well, so you must be a great guy to get me to cry like that. We will miss you lots and if you don't keep in touch im going to have to kill you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108158392382077225?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108158392382077225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108158392382077225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108158392382077225' title='Teehee........'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108122885685231092</id><published>2004-04-05T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:24:41.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man o man.</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when you turned thirteen. You opened all your presents and you sat there looking around to see if you missed anything and your parents patted you on the back and said, "A teen. Welcome to the hardest years of your life." They weren't kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108122885685231092?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108122885685231092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108122885685231092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108122885685231092' title='Man o man.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108106150734052181</id><published>2004-04-03T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:55:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRR!</title><content type='html'>What is the point in having friends if they betray you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108106150734052181?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108106150734052181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108106150734052181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106150734052181' title='GRRRR!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108027966483992809</id><published>2004-03-25T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:44:34.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddiness</title><content type='html'>Giddy. no need for an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lilster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108027966483992809?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108027966483992809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108027966483992809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108027966483992809' title='Giddiness'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-108017319826672923</id><published>2004-03-24T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T16:13:51.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>ok seeing as the Lilster won't post anytime soon, i have decided to fill you guys in. actually there's nothing to fill you guys in on. most of y'all know what's goin on. my weekend was great. my cousins came over and we had the whole house to ourselves on Saturday. me and alexa (the "69" cousin) went on a little walk. then we made milkshakes. great fun. ok i'm gonna stop talking about my cousins before i turn into anthony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so today we all watched tim rape ryan at lunch. it was very amusing. it was hil-fricken-arious. and today in PE, we played whiffle ball. i hit pretty good. and i slid. more like slipped. and i heard lin hit a triple. if only she could hit the ball further and make a homerun... and yesterday in PE was even better. but i don't feel like typing all of that because y'all can just head over to my xanga and read about it. ok i'm gonna stop now cause there's nothing else y'all need to know. just be glad i updated. and it wasn't even my turn to update. i'm out. payce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-108017319826672923?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108017319826672923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/108017319826672923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108017319826672923' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107921941463365574</id><published>2004-03-13T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:24:34.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Typical Saturday Except Hotter</title><content type='html'>so how is everybody? me? i'm great. it's like summer outside. it's nice. this week went by pretty quick. this week was a good week. it wasn't crappy for once. and congrats to jess and brian. and congrats to jen and dylan. i went to see a movie last night on base. i saw "The Perfect Score" with my brother. i was planning on going alone but i saw anna and krystina and that whole gang so i saw the movie with them. then teehee shows up. it was fun. i liked it. wasn't the greatest movie ever, but it was funny. anything to look forward to? yeah. emma's party. i need something to do tomorrow and a b-day party is perfect. yeah and lil is probably gonna take me. still don't know what to get her though. yeah i'm one of those last-minute shoppers. and i know waterworld is a long time from now but i'm looking forward to it. yeah well i think this is a good enough post. well i'm out. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107921941463365574?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107921941463365574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107921941463365574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921941463365574' title='Another Typical Saturday Except Hotter'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107881128010513475</id><published>2004-03-08T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:51:40.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles</title><content type='html'>Okay i don't know wat was going on today but i was really happy and giggly. Maybe its cause it was so nice out. u know i woke up to the sound of birds chipping......wow. anyways so i would start laughing and i couldnt stop. like at dinner today i don't even know wat my dad said but it was funny and i started laughing. i didn't stop for like 10 min. it was crazy. i couldn't breath. then i felt really happy and light like i was floating. my dad said that laughing releases this chemical inside u that makes u feel high. he said that it was a legal drug. i mean it has to be doesn't it? you can't kill someone cause they laughed. does that mean laughing is a drug? i don't know. i think its cause spring is here. the mating season. season of LOVE. congrats to brian and jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107881128010513475?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107881128010513475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107881128010513475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881128010513475' title='Giggles'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107854654072689444</id><published>2004-03-05T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T20:20:05.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm Bad.</title><content type='html'>yeah today was fun-filled and yeah that pretty much explains it. today was a minimum which is ALWAYS a good thing. yeah and me and lily suck at making plans. so we're supposed to watch confessions of a teenage drama queen right after school. but me, being an idiot, forgot my money. so we begged like every teacher for money. pathetic, huh? so before lily's dad picks us up, i'm trying to call my dad to tell him where i was going and lily's trying to call her dad about the whole situation but, being an idiot, she forgets his cell phone #. so i like lie to my parents and am trying to enjoy a movie with a conscience full of guilt. but i never got caught so it's all good. that's all i wanted to say and if you didn't like it, that's too damn bad. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107854654072689444?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107854654072689444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107854654072689444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107854654072689444' title='Cause I&apos;m Bad.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107844551024370317</id><published>2004-03-04T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T16:14:51.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Right I'll Post.</title><content type='html'>Okay so a lot has happened since I posted but if you go to anyone else's website you can find out what has happened (except Zack he never posts!). Anywho. So umm....o pizza was today. Yeah I was hecka mad that we had lost multiplicity day. Anyways so we were passing out the pizza for both lunches. Well student council ordered like 12 pizzas to many (really) so Mrs. Korynta gave all the "helpers" like three pizzas. So me, Krystal, Tehee, Katy, and Britni all went and sat on the benches outside Mrs. K's room (for protection you know. We really didn't feel like getting jumped for our pizza). Yeah well some other people came by so we gave them some. So haha to all those people who didn't have the sense to come and look for us. Geez I thought I was your friend? O well your loss. So what else happened? Well all my friends are like pairing off so I have like nobody. O and if you want to play charades at lunch come to our table. Its oodles of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lilster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. everybody BELIEVE Zatch when he says he doesn't like Nia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107844551024370317?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107844551024370317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107844551024370317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107844551024370317' title='All Right I&apos;ll Post.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107801339022610816</id><published>2004-02-28T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T16:12:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>can't find the xanga link? that's too damn bad. jk. i couldn't find it so here. www.xanga.com/laxi89&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107801339022610816?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107801339022610816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107801339022610816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107801339022610816' title='?'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107801105748661037</id><published>2004-02-28T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T15:33:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xanga</title><content type='html'>gotta xanga. check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/laxi89"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107801105748661037?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107801105748661037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107801105748661037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107801105748661037' title='xanga'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107792886375237316</id><published>2004-02-27T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:45:27.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nautious-ness</title><content type='html'>ok i'll update. nothing whatsoever has happened. except today was "mulitplicity day" and that wasn't even that fun. i don't think we even won. and i'm going to lake tahoe AGAIN either tonight or tmrw night. i'm probably gonna go see a movie on base if we don't leave tonight... it's along came polly since we didn't see it that one time. hey if it's only $2 to get in, why not? i think it's a comedy-romance kinda flick and i really need something to laugh at. ok gotta go now. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107792886375237316?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107792886375237316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107792886375237316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792886375237316' title='Nautious-ness'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107744935745288507</id><published>2004-02-22T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T03:32:02.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>it's 3 in the morning at lily's house. we feel drunk. wasted on mountain dew and brownies with a hint of birdseed. it's not bad. we are totally pigging out. so if we're 10 times fatter tomorrow be our friends please? omg becky, look at her butt. we like played this like card game for like 3 hours and like nia won. doesn't that suck! oh and we also made picture frames with popsicle sticks. expect that for christmas next year. there's a perverted music video on. eww. it's like some sick fantasy. it's YOUR sick fantasy. loser. the same old stuff never ends. u know that freaky friday is like the best like fricken movie in like the fricken world. don't u hate it when people say like all the time. just give them a fricken dictionary. geez. just keep swimming. i wish i could but its too cold. you know what else sucks? try and paint your right fingernails with your left hand... it's impossible. oh yeah. mountain dew like gushed out of lily's mouth. it was fricken hilarious. i was literally rolling on the ground laughing my hiney off. she was. im a witness. o o word of the day. ok : framduffolous. it means totally wasted off soda and laughing ur butt off on lily's fricken kitchen floor. used in a sentence: nia was framduffolous this morning. ok back to framduffolousing the night away! tutalu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and Nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107744935745288507?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107744935745288507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107744935745288507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107744935745288507' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107715870183463408</id><published>2004-02-18T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:47:41.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Turn</title><content type='html'>i guess it's my turn to update. well nothing has really happened for the past few days. oh yeah i went to lake tahoe i think saturday... anyways yeah there was a storm so we really didn't get to play in the snow that long. the best part of the trip was swimming...outside...and you could see all the steam come up from the pool. there was an indoor pool too but being the person that i am i decided to go swim outside... go figure. and then my cousin went to grab some ice from around the pool and she slipped and fell on her head. it was really funny. that's pretty much all that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and i found out that we might go to Great America for marching band. AWESOME!! if we do me and lindsey are so gonna ride stealth, but none of those spinning rides...unless you want me to hurl. yeah well i'm out. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107715870183463408?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107715870183463408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107715870183463408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715870183463408' title='My Turn'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107696574242448455</id><published>2004-02-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T13:11:39.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid Missed!</title><content type='html'>Cupid's arrow didn't seem to hit me this year. Well happy V-day! I spent my valentines day with my friend. I helped her move her aunt into their new house. isn't it great. Thursday was sooooo much fun. I was the love bug! you know you loved it. u just hav to see wat i hav planned for St. Patty's day........dun dun dunnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday as u've read by nia we went to the mall and saw 50 first dates. well, we went to subway and mcdonalds (zack is gunna get mad cow) and of course starbucks. Nia and Anthony were celebrating v-day. he made her a mixed cd.....awwwwwwww. but hey...i got brownies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vona's birthday party was sooo much fun. we went to see 50 first dates....i didn't tell her i already saw it. hehe. then we went bowling. I really suck! we spent the night in a hotel room. it was awesome! can anyone say "room service"? by the way vona's b-day is actually the 18th (buy her something good). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im here. bored. on the phone with anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107696574242448455?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107696574242448455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107696574242448455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696574242448455' title='Cupid Missed!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107673984648238342</id><published>2004-02-13T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T22:26:39.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the Thirteenth</title><content type='html'>well just got back from the movies. yeah so that means we didn't go bowling but that's ok. we saw 50 First Dates. went with lily, zack, amanda, and anthony. that movie was hilarious. totally made my weekend. then went to Subway for amanda but it turns out she didn't want anything... then went to McDonalds for Zack... then we went to Starbuck's for anthony. then waited to get picked up. right now i'm listening to the mix cd anthony gave me. it's great. haha yeah well i just wanted to share my day with you even though you probably didn't want to know about it. so GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107673984648238342?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107673984648238342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107673984648238342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107673984648238342' title='Friday the Thirteenth'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107665741262998966</id><published>2004-02-12T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:32:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put A Smile On</title><content type='html'>yeah so today everybody was in a happy mood. cause it's the season of LOVE. big whoop. i have to admit the valentine's day got to my head a little bit... anyways it was just my turn to post and here i am. so yeah today was fun. from passing out carnations to tormenting 6th and 7th graders... it was just carefree. i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107665741262998966?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107665741262998966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107665741262998966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665741262998966' title='Put A Smile On'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107655689170760085</id><published>2004-02-11T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T19:37:22.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only two days! thats it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways....tomorrow im going to deliver carnations. its going to be so much fun!I get to watch love happening before my eyes...im such a sap. maybe thats why i like chick flicks so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107655689170760085?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107655689170760085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107655689170760085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655689170760085' title=''/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107646445645805782</id><published>2004-02-10T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:56:45.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooops</title><content type='html'>forgot i was sharing the blog with lily. yeah so the last post was posted my be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107646445645805782?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107646445645805782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107646445645805782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646445645805782' title='ooops'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107646413695496706</id><published>2004-02-10T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T17:51:25.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress-Be Gone!</title><content type='html'>haha i have no more projects to worry about... all out of the way. gawd, i can breathe again. ::takes in deep breath:: i am such a loser. yeah well i'm just so overjoyed to be stress free, i had to share it with you. yeah so don't ruin it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107646413695496706?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107646413695496706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107646413695496706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646413695496706' title='Stress-Be Gone!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107637464320138946</id><published>2004-02-09T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T17:00:43.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm....</title><content type='html'>Ok. me and nia are both extremely boring people. I don't got a blog because i don't hav enogh to say and neither does she so we're gonna share this one....I came up with that all by myself. aren't i a fricken genius? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....so yeh. V-day....don't it suck....well not for u nia. I dunno wat is so special about this year. last year i didn't care so much. I actually hav a sheet of paper counting down the days i hav to get a bf before V-day. Does that sound too desperate and lonely?....wat can i say? I am desperate and lonely. I know u all feel the same way. well.....4 days! thats it. i might as well give it up and wait till next year. O well. Tutalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107637464320138946?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107637464320138946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107637464320138946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107637464320138946' title='Ummmm....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107630771400117914</id><published>2004-02-08T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:24:20.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>testing testes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107630771400117914?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107630771400117914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107630771400117914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630771400117914' title='test'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107627037592067208</id><published>2004-02-08T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:02:01.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arg.</title><content type='html'>why do the teachers have to dump so many fricken projects on us. well there's like two, but still. i have to fricken write and fricken memorize a fricken monologue by tomorrow. and then there's that fricken presidential research project which i haven't fricken started yet and probably not gonna start until the last fricken minute. and i still have fricken math homework to do. why am i posting instead of doing what i'm supposed to do? because i'm fricken lazy to do all of that right now, that's why. i'm gonna eat. maybe that will help the stress go away. psh...i wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107627037592067208?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107627037592067208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107627037592067208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627037592067208' title='Arg.'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107621916771337640</id><published>2004-02-07T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T21:50:54.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>typical saturday</title><content type='html'>today was fun. we went to a movie, starbucks, and mcdonalds. we being me, lily, zack, and anthony. had to give zack a ride and my dad was asking him questions... i was like omg, shut up!  went to brendan's to watch Win A Date With Tad Hamilton. great chick flick. yes, we saw a chick flick. then anthony of course had to have his starbucks. then went to mcdonalds and got some food. me and lily finished an order of super size fries and some of anthony's fries. we're fricken pigs. yeah and then we talked. and that's basically it. so there ya go for how i spent my saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107621916771337640?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107621916771337640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107621916771337640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621916771337640' title='typical saturday'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107614042726215647</id><published>2004-02-06T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:56:10.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's great zack... thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107614042726215647?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107614042726215647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107614042726215647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614042726215647' title=''/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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-6443450.post-107613867362845790</id><published>2004-02-06T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:26:57.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok nia, i got bak on and found this template, hope u like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         -Zack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443450-107613867362845790?l=airforcebrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107613867362845790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443450/posts/default/107613867362845790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airforcebrat.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107613867362845790' title=''/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05761642967535544582</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>
