<?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-5048168</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:05:07.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of me</title><subtitle type='html'>my randomness out there for you to read...have fun</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5048168.post-92336556</id><published>2003-04-09T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T23:51:19.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey dont think ill be using this blog much anymore...check out my other one last chance. like mucho betta.  peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-92336556?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/92336556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/92336556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92336556' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-92184548</id><published>2003-04-07T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T20:20:42.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent written anything happy lately...this weekend rocked tho so thats a start.  on saturday i went to lizas suprise partay and saw all the OH people and some of the guys from middle school and that was fun...except for the part where some guy smashed me on the trampoline. other than that it was great.  theen on sunday i went to maymont w/ adam, amanda, and rita and we hung out there...had some maymont fun.  then driving around singing w/ amanda was fun (until adam stole her and drove her home).  and no i didnt almost kill anybody.  im a good driver dispite the comments some people make - theyre joking.  anyway...yeah that was about it but it was fun times so.  and spring break starts THIS FRIDAY which is crazy cool bc school has gotten really really old.  almost to summer...but now i have to go write a paper on some guy named gatsby whos in this book that i dont want to write about.  wish me luck. laaaaata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-92184548?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/92184548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/92184548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92184548' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-90737145</id><published>2003-03-14T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T18:53:46.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how people say you have to learn from your mistakes? well thats great and all, but you know what, it sucks when your mistakes really mess things up.  and the other thing is, it depends on what you messed up on.  not studying and completely screwing over a test is one thing, but when you mess up w/ people...thats really something thats hard to fix.  you could bring your grade up, but people arent so forgiving sometimes.  or its just too weird for anyone to even start to forgive and forget.  well maybe not forget.  but put it behind them.  and those things that you want to just do over differently so bad that you cant think straight...those are annoying.  you think, "well if id just done &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;this&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..."  and you cant do a thing about it.  well sometimes you can.  but thats the hard part.  because you dont know what the other person's thinking, or how they'll react or if its just completely stupid and you should just forget about it.  i guess you just have to know whether its important enough to you.  a great quote: "lifes too important to take seriously."  definitely explains it.  if its what you want more than anything than yeah, itll be worth the risk, even if you try and it doesnt even work out.  cuz otherwise you'll never know.  and if you ask me, thats worse than being disappointed in what you find.  so i guess basically i think what ive done before to hurt someone...i just feel like it was all so stupid and i dont know what i was thinking.  but what really gets me is that they'll probably never know how sorry i am...i feel like i need to, but i really dont know where to start. or how.  or maybe its way over, and i should just forget about it. i guess im going to have to figure that out.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-90737145?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/90737145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/90737145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90737145' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89574469</id><published>2003-02-22T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T20:08:49.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unfortunate fact for me: im pretty good at disappointing people&lt;br /&gt;one word for this: shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89574469?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89574469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89574469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89574469' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89559707</id><published>2003-02-22T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T13:36:26.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so my mom was bugging me the other day about school and college and etc.  ever since middle school ive turned into such a slacker...not so bad this year cuz i guess im realizing that if i dont start doing better college is gonna be hard to get into.  of course even w/ me working my ass off my grades r still bullshit.  still.  college has always seemed so far off that i didnt really have to think about it but now im getting there and i really dont know what im going to do.  i mean i think that trying to choose which college to go to shouldnt be as hard as trying to figure out what the hell you're going to do when u get there.  since soccers out of the question i really dont have too much im really interested in for a career or anything. (not that soccer wouldve been my career haha...not even close.)  anyway.  i guess sitting here at home wont help any either.  so im going shopping. if someone paid me to go shopping that would most definitely be my career.  or if i could become a book critic or a food tester.  doubtful but that would be sweet.  so now ive written all this and i still dont know what the hell im going to do in college.  and if uve read this far im sure u think by now that im really boring going on about this crap.  but it doesnt matter if u dont luv me im not hurt but thank ya to all those who really care. (ha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89559707?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89559707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89559707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89559707' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89466328</id><published>2003-02-20T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T20:04:23.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you said we needed time&lt;br /&gt;i'm already there&lt;br /&gt;and now you left me waiting&lt;br /&gt;the sand on my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89466328?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89466328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89466328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89466328' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89255974</id><published>2003-02-17T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T14:43:53.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just actually read everything ive posted on my site and i realized that its all really stupid.  i write in a journal all the time but i guess theres not too much in there that i want to write here - just too weird when i know my friends are gonna read this.  i guess eventually ill find something to write about. ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89255974?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89255974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89255974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89255974' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89255312</id><published>2003-02-17T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T14:30:32.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one time i hired a monkey to take notes for me in class i was just sitting there with my mind a complete blank while the monkey scribbled on little pieces of paper at the end of the week the teacher said "class i want you to write a paper using your notes"  so i wrote a paper it said:&lt;br /&gt;hello my name is bingo i like to climb on things can i have a banana? eek eek!&lt;br /&gt;i got an F when i told my mom about it she said "i told you never trust a monkey!"&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;-- space ghost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89255312?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89255312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89255312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89255312' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89111372</id><published>2003-02-14T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T16:13:27.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the times wrong on this thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89111372?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89111372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89111372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89111372' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89111264</id><published>2003-02-14T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T16:10:31.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah like i said that was bad so sorry i promise ill get better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89111264?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89111264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89111264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89111264' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89111228</id><published>2003-02-14T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T16:09:12.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so happy valentines day all...or not. valentines day &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;sucks&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  except when you actually have someone.  or you can be like me and choose every guy who eventually leaves you hanging.  its hard being so shy sometimes - if the other person doesnt talk first its most likely there wont be any talking at all.  but hey its all good.  just keep saying "one day" and then maybe.  but who knows...so eat some chocolate and dont sit around at home doing nothing...show all those 'couples' that its not lame to be single on valentines day (jess, we R sexy).  anyway this was random shit so GBYE. luv much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89111228?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89111228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89111228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89111228' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89074686</id><published>2003-02-14T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T00:12:01.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know im supposed to care, and really i know i do, but school just sucks.  ("i hate it w/ the firey passions of hell!")  i mean look its 12:10 and im still up. guess thats kinda my fault but hey, u know id rather blame it on school.  ok time to stop bein stupid and go to sleep. NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89074686?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89074686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89074686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89074686' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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-5048168.post-89064681</id><published>2003-02-13T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T20:38:29.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"at first i thought, if i were superman, a perfect secret identity would be 'clark kent, dentist,' because you could save money on tooth x-rays.  but then i thought, if a patient said, 'how's my back tooth?' and you just looked at it with your x-ray vision and said, 'oh its ok' then the patient would probably say 'arent you going to take an x-ray stupid?' and you'd say 'aw fuck you get outta here,' and then he probably wouldnt even pay his bill."&lt;br /&gt;~deep thoughts by jack handy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just somethin for now i dont feel like writing. laaater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5048168-89064681?l=chroniclesofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89064681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5048168/posts/default/89064681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofme.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89064681' title=''/><author><name>meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13684113564063039880</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>
