<?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-8139709</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:37:11.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under surrender wear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a_oK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16334564053156805497</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-110678359034563650</id><published>2005-01-26T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:53:10.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Wow I haven't written in this thing in AGES upon AGES.  A ton has changed since September, or at least I think they have.  New people, new friends, new classes, new experiences so on and so forth.  quite interesting indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have come upon a realization and it is that friends are very, very important people in lives.  actually that's not really a realization seeing as how i already knew that but ACTUALLY KNOWING IT and comprehending it and completely working towards it, that's something different.  I also noticed that in high school cliques are very odd and it's hard sometimes to join one, but sometimes not at all.  it's really weird.  i mean you can totally be friends with everyone in a clique but you jsut can't seem to FIT well into them.  odddd.  AND people change a lot too when you get to know them.  like when you first meet somebody they may in your opinion seem mean and withdrawn and weird, but as soon as you get to know them it's like WHAM whoa you're totally cool and i like you a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm not really writing coherently but it's a blog that nobody reads and i'll have to tell alyssa to read and we can revive this long lost thing and be happy and everything like that.  it's pretty neat having this i mean i can just write whatever pleases me because i know nobody "important" (as in scary and weird and i don't knwo them) is reading this.  important doesn't really mean that but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to work today andi  don't really like it because it's just plain boring.  i don't understand how i'm able to survive EVERY time i work there, it's truly amazing.  i wish i could jsut do nothing and get paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. williams was mean to me today.  he doesn't have respect for people, ok well he has respect for only people he deems worthy, other than that he don't give a crap.  haha. ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-110678359034563650?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/110678359034563650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=110678359034563650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/110678359034563650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/110678359034563650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2005/01/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Lulu Satellite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930954499498018902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109478415473232789</id><published>2004-09-09T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T19:42:34.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i agree</title><content type='html'>I understand that feeling completely...except it hasn't occured recently for me.  I mean the nice heart skipping kind of crush (which should be added to the list of crushes).  dern (as huck would say), but maybe a mellow slow kind of crush is better for me now after those, ahem obsessive ones last year.  sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sappy is good because sappy makes me happy.  i want to see the notebook!! ahhhh!  i &lt;em&gt;kind of &lt;/em&gt;regret not seeing it in theaters, but i can wait until it comes out.  haha, well i saw sleepover and that was WAY GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was reading my art history book and it is very interesting and all, but it takes too long to read.  i will pick it up again a bit later.  OH AND I FINISHED my ap us history homework!! yaaay.  isn't it amazing?  I finished all of my homework i just need to study for tests.  oh and read huck finn.  because i am a million chapters behind.  so maybe i'm not done with my homework.  oh yeah did i tell you i got a really bad grade on my dbq???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people can make a very large difference to the feeling of a class.  if there is someone you really enjoy in one of your classes you wish the class period would go longer just so you can always be with this person.  sad sad sad.  oh well.  BUT THE PERIOD GOES BY FASTER BECAUSE YOU ARE LIKING IT SO MUCH.  ugh i don't like how that works.  since alyssa had a sappy moment i want one too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're walking down the halls and both of you glance at each other quickly and all you can do is smile because your reaction isn't quick enough to say hello, partly because your kind of embarrassed or mildly shocked.  but it makes you so happy afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's it.  that was definitly NOT as sappy as alyssa.  that's because i can't really remember what sappy is.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109478415473232789?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109478415473232789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109478415473232789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109478415473232789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109478415473232789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-agree.html' title='i agree'/><author><name>Lulu Satellite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930954499498018902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109478135619345992</id><published>2004-09-09T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:55:56.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things are better now</title><content type='html'>and i'm glad. &lt;br /&gt;i love the feeling when you like someone and they accidentally brush against you and your breath shortens.  how sappy was that...&lt;br /&gt;school is still boring... but what else is new&lt;br /&gt;should i go to the football game tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109478135619345992?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109478135619345992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109478135619345992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109478135619345992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109478135619345992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/09/things-are-better-now.html' title='things are better now'/><author><name>a_oK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16334564053156805497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109468711096036769</id><published>2004-09-08T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:45:10.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo...two posts in a row of me, well i can guess why, but oh well.  i feel better, but i wrote that in my livejournal and whatever.  oh gosh the football game friday, AH.  last year's were so much fun, goodness.  but i think this time it will be nice, maybe i'll actually watch, haha, yeah right.  last year at the very first football game very interesting things happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kinks are so cool, dududud, duuu du.    MUSE is on september 22nd, YES.  in davis, yes yes yes.  mr. williams is sooo funny, he did his P-A-R-T-Y cheer, or at least he tried.   sooo catherine says there's bowling after the football game on friday so come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm because i'm lame and need "closure" on topics and stuff and i'm too much of a wuss to actually confront people - i would like to say that i would hate this lead to an end of a friendship or an end to talking or something, like before.  i mean, yes, i did get upset, but i think i had a pretty good reason to be so.  but, things must not be prolonged longer than they should be.  and i easily forget things, so um yeah.  ok i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - i'm really excited about seeing the pep band because they're so cool and the dance team because lindsay and elise will be there! haha, gosh, it's going to be way cool.  the whole socializing aspect of school is actually going to go into full blast kinda with the football game.  oh gosh, maybe tiffany will come. haha, that would be kinda funny.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109468711096036769?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109468711096036769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109468711096036769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109468711096036769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109468711096036769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/09/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lulu Satellite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930954499498018902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109435904772639215</id><published>2004-09-04T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T21:37:27.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>workedy work work</title><content type='html'>So work is basically consuming my life right now, it's all i ever do.  sometimes there are interesting people who come in, but the day just drags on forever, like my whole day was gone and lost to work.  I wish someone would visit me (hint hint). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired I can barely think of anythign to write.  hot boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nugget nugget nugget.  i got to clean the cheese area today, way more fun than bagging, and the cheese man was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109435904772639215?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109435904772639215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109435904772639215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109435904772639215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109435904772639215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/09/workedy-work-work.html' title='workedy work work'/><author><name>Lulu Satellite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930954499498018902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109408360839755561</id><published>2004-09-01T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:38:02.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DARE SHE</title><content type='html'>**censored**&lt;br /&gt;i removed it because alexandra is a bad sport.  well not really.  i had a whole story made up about her and only like one person besides me and her got to see it.  and now its all gone.  because im being nice and removing it.  *sigh*... all that hard work should have been dedicated to my news evaluation but it went to the story.  and now its gone.  FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;i need some creative freedom!!  the picasso in me is just waiting to come out... but SOME people don't appreciate fine arts.  *humph*.  well im off to finish my news.  so long everyone...&lt;br /&gt;the creatively frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;lyssA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109408360839755561?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109408360839755561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109408360839755561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109408360839755561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109408360839755561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-dare-she.html' title='HOW DARE SHE'/><author><name>a_oK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16334564053156805497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109408058809677303</id><published>2004-09-01T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:40:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i looooove ap us history</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That picture down there makes me look um...stupid. So I will redeem myself, is that the correct usage of redeem? I have no idea, but I'm going to post a good picture of myself from the same date, an embarrassing photo of alyssa, and then a nice one of alyssa. Here you go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/aperfectpuzzle/PICT0086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so it isn't that good, but it's &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**REMOVED BY ALYSSA**  if she can do it i can too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fair, I think Alyssa just got rid of all the dumb pictures of herself, she just deleted them. Well here is her doing something stupi (eating a pinwheel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**REMOVED BY ALYSSA** (i'm just expressing my creative freedom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep and now she has the pinwheel in her hair. Actually, I think it was in the hair before it was in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love AP Us History and all, but the homework is just NOT what I want to do. I guess I'll just finish the essay tonight. I want somebody to work for me tommorow, I don't want to work on a SCHOOL NIGHT (3 pm - 8 pm). Oh well. Allie and I went on this little ritual walk, it was very pleasant because those boys are just soooooo hot. sigh. Allie's theory - "Back in junior high they must've been like, 'well i'm hot, let's see if there are any other guys who are hot too and i'll be friends with them and we can be a group of hot boys who are friends.' I swear that's what they did!!!" hahaha, she's so funny. and on the allie note :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/aperfectpuzzle/PICT0057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have Johnson anymore. Oh my, my brother was just beating up the soccer ball, poor angry little boy. So I have Moldenhaur now, and this girl told me she had an oxygen tank and I believed her! hahaha, she is very very very old though. But that's okay, because now I have Art History with Bob, who offered to give me his notes, and Lisa. And I still have debate and we are going to argue GUN CONTROL, which was MY IDEA. What would that poor class do without me, well they would be arguing about stem cell research, that's what. I'm afraid that I'll be the only one on the con-gun control side, along with allie...and even she may chicken out and decide to be on pro-gun control. I will have to fend off all the davisites on my own. Not that I don't like them. I like them a lot. But still I don't want to be the only one on the con gun control side. I will have to go pull out all of my data from the 8th grade. yess, i will beat them to the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109408058809677303?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109408058809677303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109408058809677303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109408058809677303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109408058809677303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-looooove-ap-us-history.html' title='i looooove ap us history'/><author><name>Lulu Satellite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930954499498018902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109407925568831981</id><published>2004-09-01T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:56:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hows it going everyone.... good i hope. not much new.&lt;br /&gt;don't you hate it when theres like a group project you're doing in class and theres this really popular bossy person in your group and they don't let you do ANYTHING... i hate it. it pisses me off beyond belief. give the little people a chance you know?&lt;br /&gt;im mad at alexandra because she transferred out of my math class just because mr. johnson isn't as good of a teacher as ms. liuzzi... IM ALL ALONE...and i sit in a freakin ice box... or thats how it feels... at least she didn't transfer out of english. i knew there were no open spots ANYWHERE for american lit honors.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways im done ranting and raving... so i leave you with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/afokie/PICT0100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109407925568831981?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109407925568831981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109407925568831981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109407925568831981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109407925568831981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>a_oK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16334564053156805497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109399456582290916</id><published>2004-08-31T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T16:22:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok Ok Ok.  I have an essay to write for AP US History and it's going to be soooo darn hard!  Dipan told me today that he read this little blog, and I think people who read this HAVE TO TAG THAT STUPID BOARD.  Yeah?  Ok.  I may transfer into 5th period American Lit Honors and take Ap Art History 7th or transfer into 5th period Intro and have Ap Art History first (as suggested by Bob, aka Brian Tauser).  But whatever, I don't really know, I just NEED OUT of stagecraft.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today in history Brian sat in my regular seat because we don't have seating chart yet, so I just sat at the next open spot i saw and that was diagonaly up on seat, and about ten seconds after i've situated myself Ben just has to come by and start going "why are you in my seat?! i'm sitting here, this is my seat!"  Oh god, can't we be just a little flexible?  He was really persistent about it so I had to get up and move, and ended up sitting up and center.  fun fun fun, but Mr. Williams is really funny so it actually was fun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have sunburn.  Muse is playing on September 22nd in Davis.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109399456582290916?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109399456582290916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109399456582290916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109399456582290916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109399456582290916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/08/alright.html' title='Alright...'/><author><name>Lulu Satellite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930954499498018902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109392475304265938</id><published>2004-08-30T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:00:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok i'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wish i could be all special and write meaningful things like alexandra. hahaha... so i finished studying for my ap bio test and i don't think i really consumed all the information... wait is that the right word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone go work on the floats for homecoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like ms. o'keefe too. she's cool and funny and nice. and her tests are easy even though i missed like 3. am i stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone go work on the floats for homecoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math was extremely frustratating today... the sub had no idea what he was talking about. i also found it funny how he couldn't say alyssa and robyn. these names are very common. i told robyn that i think that the y screws people up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone go work on the floats for homecoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope you all are having fun reading this extremely boring entry... i just wanted to write some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone go work on the floats for homecoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;br /&gt;--lyssA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109392475304265938?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109392475304265938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109392475304265938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109392475304265938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109392475304265938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-im-back.html' title='ok i&apos;m back'/><author><name>a_oK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16334564053156805497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109392205546340809</id><published>2004-08-30T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:01:21.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder when everything will just spill out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so this is the shizet you guys. This is &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. Actually it isn't, but it is close enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So Alyssa had this extreme idea of making a blog for numerous people to post in, you know, like a livejournal community except a BLOG community! WHOA! I want different people to join this and be happy and have nice smiles all day long (especially the hot boys). Well of course before joining this you'll have to through a "grueling process" as stated by Alyssa. Oh if you would like to join just tag that thing to the right or leave a comment, you know the usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I've got some news for you. The sophomores are taking up the bike racks and it's really annoying and i cannot stand them! Well it's a pity that i still have to bike, but that's another story. I hope the sophomores warm up a bit, maybe become more mature? There are really loud and obnoxious ones in my math class. Ok this sucks, i just want to talk about boys. what? I need some sort of flush out of me so I can just stop thinking about them so constantly. It sucks more when there isn't one specific person to think about. Right now there isn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;, well there is kind of, but really it doesnt count. I miss having that really good crush on that one really gorgeous boy. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alyssa and I have English together and Ms. Okeefe is actually a really neat teacher, I like her. I like her tests, they are very, very fair. She is MUCH calmer, nicer, better, funnier... than Ms. Hauber. I think I'll just suck it up and stay in 7th period english. Besides, I like making mean faces at Dipan and telling him I hate him. Oh and Tanvir is funny too. And I like blowing my pinwheel in that class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109392205546340809?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109392205546340809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109392205546340809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109392205546340809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109392205546340809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-wonder-when-everything-will-just.html' title='i wonder when everything will just spill out'/><author><name>Lulu Satellite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12930954499498018902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8139709.post-109392129363616203</id><published>2004-08-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:00:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay... special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me and alexandra write on this... if you wanna write on it you'll have to pass a grueling initiation...&lt;br /&gt;yeah i have to study for ap bio test so enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;--lyssA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8139709-109392129363616203?l=thejargon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/feeds/109392129363616203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8139709&amp;postID=109392129363616203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109392129363616203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8139709/posts/default/109392129363616203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejargon.blogspot.com/2004/08/yay-special.html' title='yay... special'/><author><name>a_oK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16334564053156805497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
