<?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-4015516</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:52.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading in the Shadows....</title><subtitle type='html'>Forgotten and lost....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015516.post-105677220837693318</id><published>2003-06-27T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T23:50:08.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! How the heck are ya? I'm just wonderful. Thanks for caring! =) &lt;br /&gt;I went to wedding rehersal today... hmmm... not much fun. We went over it a ton of times. And it was pretty hot outside. About 85-90 degrees, so that was really fun. (It's an outside wedding, by the way.) I can't wait to be done with this. I didn't even want to be in the wedding in the first place. Oh well, I did get earrings and a necklace out of the deal. Better than nothing I guess. Cold hard cash woulda been better. But whatever. The formal dinner was kinda cool. They brought out salad first(Freaking lettuce and vinegar, which was disgusting), then was the main course. (LASAGNA!! HELL YEAH!! XD And pork, and some other unidentifiable crap I didn't eat.) And dessert. The cake was BOB THE BUILDER. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP! The groom is in construction, and I thought it was a cute idea. There was also fancy looking Ice cream and some other junk I'd never seen before. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it'll be all over, and everything will be okay. That's all for now, folks! Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-105677220837693318?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/105677220837693318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/105677220837693318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105677220837693318' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-10566884798760243</id><published>2003-06-27T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T01:05:52.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. The new and improved Blogger. Looks nice to me, guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna rant.... GRRR!!! This is the culprit ------&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.avrillavigne.com/images/photo103.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(By the way, ain't that the most BEAUTIFUL picture you've ever seen ever? XD!!! AND SHE'S WEARING MY PANTS! MY PANTS! =()&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.... could that mean that... *gasp* I'M A POSER??? *cough*yeahithinkweallknowwhotherealposerisnowdontwe*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here to say that Avril Lavigne gets on my nerves. Three reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. Knockin' On Heaven's Door&lt;br /&gt;2. Toxicity&lt;br /&gt;3. Basket Case&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're saying.... "Uhh... WHAT?" Avril did covers of these. Guns N Roses, System of a Down and Green Day, respectively. And I'll tell you what, If I was those artists, I'd be suing the hell outta her, if they give her permission or not.&lt;br /&gt;It's horrible. I thought my ears were seriously going to start bleeding. The maddest was definantly over "Knockin' On Heaven's Door". SHE TURNED A BEAUTIFUL SONG INTO A JOKE! AN ALL OUT JOKE!!! I was so mad when I first heard it, I immediately deleted it from my computer and went into a furious rage. No second listen. Just instant rage.  Avril pretends do be such a rocker, all she is is CORPORATE MANUFACTURED POP. And I don't care what anyone says. She sold out like everyone else and became the new "trend" overnight. Now everyone thinks they're "punk".... "PUNK".... for God's sake, AVRIL IS NOT, I REPEAT, IS NOT IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM PUNK! Punk is not a dress code. It is a "I don't give a flying fuck" attitude. She sings in a pop style and dresses all "OMG I AM SOOOO PUNK RAWK!!!" She thinks because she has the look that she's punk... tsk tsk... it's quite sad. And I tell you what, someone that doesn't even know who SID VICIOUS or the SEX PISTOLS were, the KING AND BAND OF PUNK ROCK.... does NOT qualify as a true "punk rocker" in my book. She couldn't even say "Bowie" right, as in David Bowie. She's an idiot pop/punk/poser. And it kills me that her followers are mostly 12 year olds, 12 year olds that think SHE is the defining punk icon. Impressionable kids that think she's so "original" and "different". Yeah, right. Punk is nothing new, even if she was a true punk. One day, Avril will fizzle out and wish she woulda graduated High School. She'll be left broke and jobless, with nothing but her ratty converses, baggy pants, tank top and tie. Then she'll wish she hadn't dissed all those pop bands for being so manufactured and fake. So Avril, right now you're the latest trend, but in the POP world, trends don't tend to last a very long time. So, if I was you, I'd be looking for a gig. Maybe you can work at Hot Topic, so you'll be around your kind. CORPORATE WHORES. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my mini rant. I'm done for now. I love you guys, and bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-10566884798760243?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/10566884798760243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/10566884798760243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#10566884798760243' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95987584</id><published>2003-06-24T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T13:42:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. Don't feel like posting. Too busy moping. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95987584?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95987584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95987584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95987584' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95968865</id><published>2003-06-23T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T23:55:21.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caleb, dear Caleb, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TONIGHT?!!! You called me... then never called back, and now you ain't online.... I miss ya's!! =( &lt;br /&gt;I really want to talk to ya, but not much I can do. Oh well, I'll give you until 1:00, then I'm going to bed. Hehe....  &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to life....&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING EXCITING IS HAPPENING!! AGGH!! And I STILL ain't seen my baby! This is becoming too much... I WANT TO SEE MY BABY! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? REALLY? Oh well, not much I can do I guess. =( &lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm really depressed..... oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95968865?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95968865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95968865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95968865' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95812221</id><published>2003-06-18T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T22:19:26.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. God, I never realized how boring life can be, then Summer rolls around and gives me a good hearty kick in the balls. (Wait, I don't have balls, do I? Oh, nevermind then... =) heh) There's nothing to do but "amuse myself", sleep, watch TV, do internet stuff, draw, and work on my new layout for the blog. (Which, might I add, is not even near done. I'm stupid when it comes to layouts, obviously.) I know it sounds like alot but it does get repetitive after awhile. (Except for that first one.. hehehe.) Oh well. What can I say? I want a job, but, well, that's pretty useless, not much summer left, if you think about it. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby. Haven't seen him since schools been out. It's torture! I want to see him soo bad, it ain't even funny! I'm about to go crazy! I needs some lovin'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get to see him at some point this week. That sure would be nice. Next week is pretty booked for me. I have to be in a big wedding next Saturday, one of those 400 plus people deals. (Which I think is a big waste of money and just plain idiotic.)  I get to be a bridesmaid. With 12 others with me. YES, there are going to be 13 BRIDESMAIDS! That is so insane. I've never heard of such stupidity. And by the way, it's my cousin that's getting married. A cousin I've seen, oh, maybe a total of 12 times in my life, if that. Well, I guess it's a good thing she's marrying into money...  Oh well. Probably the worse part is I have to get really dressed up. I really dread getting dressed up. It just ain't me. Hold on, let me post a picture of my dress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.mayco.com/db/8152.psd.xml?&amp;cmp-color=top,xE4ECDF&amp;ftr=10&amp;cmp-end=1&amp;wid=240&amp;hei=325&amp;cvt=jpg,scans=progressive"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. It's plain, but it's still nice. Anyway, next Friday is rehearsal with a "formal" dinner. Haven't a clue what a "formal" dinner is, but whatever. I don't exactly understand why people go all out with big fancy weddings. It's just plain dumb and something I NEVER want to be involved in. Ha. I'd be just as happy getting eloped. Because to me it isn't about the wedding, It's about love two people share. Love enough to where they feel they want to spend the rest of their lives together. (or, until something better comes up.) JOKING! JOKING! Heh... Oh well. That was mushy. =P &lt;br /&gt;See ya's later. 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Extremely tired. I just wanted to update before I went beddy bye. I talked to my baby for awhile, and I realized just how much I really do miss him. It's just not fair how much we're apart. I love him more than anything in this world. Oh well. Not much I can do, really. Might as well face it: One of us just ain't trusted. Or maybe it's both of us... Who knows? Not I. Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated the blog some. Changed the pop ups. They're "peppy", almost cheerleader-like. Woohoo. Wow. I am so enthused. =) &lt;br /&gt;I also took down some cliques that I won't "feelin' the love" from. Hey, they were cluttering my sidebar up anyways. Can't have that, now can I? &lt;br /&gt;I also have an idea for my new layout. The only hint you're getting is it's going to have an anime theme. Harhar. And it ain't no Sailor Moon. Don't worry. It's actually really cool, if I can get it to work the way I've planned it in my brain. I still haven't figured how to work Dreamweaver properly, I guess I'm an idiot. It's just way complicated. My brain don't handle complicated very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I'm going to bed and rest my tired brain now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95706540?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95706540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95706540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95706540' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95652181</id><published>2003-06-14T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T00:38:10.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SiLeNtdReAmEr12/1055558933_ntspatrick.gif" border="0" alt="Patrick Star"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Patrick!&lt;br /&gt;You have a mental disorder!  You're favorite&lt;br&gt;pastimes include drooling, staring at the wall,&lt;br&gt;talking to yourself and smacking youself in the&lt;br&gt;head with a frying pan.  But don't worry!&lt;br&gt;Cause you still have friends that love you, and&lt;br&gt;even if you dont know it, you love them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SiLeNtdReAmEr12/quizzes/Which%20Spongebob%20Squarepants%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Spongebob Squarepants Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO FREAKIN YAH!!!! PATRICK BAY-BEE!!! MY HERO!!! Oh, hello... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Tomorrow is going to be sucky. =( I won't get to see my baby at all. Our usual Saturday together isn't going to be. He's going to some damn car show with damn half naked chicks..... GRRR!!! Oh, hi. Oh well. I trust him 120%, but still.... grrr... I'm gonna miss him like hell. Damn, I love him so much. I've only been away from him a week and it seems like a lifetime. Oh well. I have to go to a 10 year olds stupid birthday party anyways. My stupid cousin. God, I hate her so much... she is such a brat. She jumps on my nerves and just.... grrr!!! Oh well. All will be alright I guess. I can just think of a million different ways of spending my Saturday... like getting a root canal. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what comes around goes around.... or is it what goes around comes around? I dunno, I always get that saying mixed up... Oh well. I'm going to bed now. I'm really sleepy. Although I shouldn't be. I've been on and off to sleep all day. Oh wells. Good night everyone, and have a pleasant tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95652181?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95652181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95652181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95652181' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95651267</id><published>2003-06-13T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T23:58:44.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Friday the 13th. Mwahahaha.... Freaky day, ain't it? One of my favorite days of the year. All the darkness and superstitions that get everybody stressed out is enough to make it an awesome holiday. Yes, I am a weirdo. You tell me what is wrong with that... humm.... Nothing really interesting happened. Although I did get my report card. Thank God I passed! I'm so relieved. NO SUMMER SCHOOL BABY! BOOYAH! Okay. That was slightly odd.... Okay, I want to get this in before the night ends, so it don't look stupid... heh. Post more later. Maybe. I might just go to sleep. Anyway, there ya go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95651267?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95651267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95651267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95651267' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95615383</id><published>2003-06-12T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T23:34:11.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Wow. The moon is out. That is a strange contrast to earlier on today. Thunderstorms, thunderstorms, and, you guessed it, THUNDERSTORMS! Oh well, that's good to see. Ariel went to the doctor today. Poor baby has an ear infection! I've, strangely enough, never had an ear infection. Weird, huh? Yeah, I thought so too. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have nothing to say. So I'm gonna tell you guys about one of my favorite bands. A little group called Live. I know you guys have heard "Lightning Crashes" before. And if you haven't, well, you either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Live under a rock&lt;br /&gt;B. Don't like good music&lt;br /&gt;C. You are just out of touch. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Live is one of my favorites. They are a very spiritual group. A contrast from what I usually listen to. They rock really hard, but they give out a positive message, which is very cool. I actually have more Live on my computer than Nirvana! Yeah. STRANGE. I just need a break from all the "I Hate Myself and Want To Die" (NO PUN INTENDED)&lt;br /&gt;messages sometimes. My favorite Live song is "Simple Creed". It's upbeat and just has an awesome beat to it. I also like "I Alone". There's one lyric that sticks with me...&lt;br /&gt;"I alone love you, I alone tempt you, I alone love you, fear is not the end of this." It's haunting. And "Heaven"! Oh my God, that song is BEAUTIFUL! &lt;br /&gt;"I don't need no one, to tell me about heaven, I look at my daughter, and I believe." &lt;br /&gt; Well, I just think Live is definantly a band worth checking out. They've been around awhile, they're still together, and they still make killer music. Much props are due. &lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! *meep meep* Wait, the Road Runner didn't say that, did he? Oops... oh wells. I do get confuzzled sometimes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95615383?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95615383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95615383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95615383' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95577152</id><published>2003-06-12T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T00:28:39.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I haven't updated in awhile. But I'll start updating more often, promise! I'm out of school now. THANK GOD! I SURVIVED ANOTHER YEAR OF THAT DAMN PRISON POSING AS A SCHOOL! Only three years to go. Three more years of hate, torture and suffering. Oh well. We're having a thunderstorm right now as I post this. It's a pretty strong one at that. I probably shouldn't be on here. Oh shit! That's streak lightning! The kind that hits the ground....  That freaked me out. It lit up the whole room. I was going to wait to see if Caleb would get online, but I guess he's smarter than me, by staying off the computer. I want to talk to him so bad! Oh well, I need to go to beddy bye anyways. I've been getting very little decent sleep since school has let out. But hey, why should I? Maybe I'll wait just a little longer, but not much. I really don't like thunderstorms at all. They scare the holy living crap outta me. Oh well, I might as well get over it, because of a couple of different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. It's June. Naturally, in the Summer, lots of thunderstorms occur. Especially in the South. &lt;br /&gt;2. Virginia is pretty famous for heat and humidity. When a cold front pushes through that hot air, it sorta explodes.&lt;br /&gt;3. There's nothing I can do about it whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm going to expose another scary secret about myself. I'm a weather fanatic. Yes. I can watch the Weather Channel and know what all the terms mean. And the BAD part is, it actually intrests me. I'm a geek. Oh well, GEEKS UNITE BABY!!! YEAH!!! =B&lt;br /&gt;I want to move somewhere with better weather. Cali has beautiful weather. You just have to worry about earthquakes and landslides, is all. I'm too pale for Cali. I'd be really freaky looking amongst all the tan-ness, not to mention all the weird accents and boob jobs. God, boob jobs are so dumb. Why can't people just accept what was given to them? Gee, is that so horrible? Shake what yo Momma gave ya! Wait, that don't apply to boobs, does it? Oh well, it sounded pretty good for a minute there. Personally, I like my boobs. I don't care what anyone thinks. That's all a boob job is done for, so other people will find them more attractive. Oh please. What a waste of money and time.&lt;br /&gt;Damn if I'm gonna pay $5000 and go under the knife for someone else! I don't think so! Okay, that was a little miniature rant, wasn't it? Oh well, I'm just stalling for time, anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany is currently:&lt;br /&gt;Listening to- Heaven Beside You-Alice In Chains&lt;br /&gt;Wearing- PJ's (My turqouise PJ pants and Disney World tank top from 2000! YEAH! It's like 2 or 3 sizes too small, but who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;Eating- Nothing, but I'm about to stave!&lt;br /&gt;Drinking- Nothing, but I'm really thirsty!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking- Damn you Caleb! I want to talk to you! I want to see you! I want to *cough* you! *cough* *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95577152?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95577152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95577152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95577152' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-95019699</id><published>2003-05-28T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T23:26:36.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* Hello everyone. Blogger isn't working correctly, I see. But that's alright, I just wanted to update this thing so peoples know I'm not dead in a gutter somewhere. I really have nothing important to post. I took my Science SOL today. It was all computer-ized and crap! I ain't sure if I passed or not, but I did try my best! Well, that's about it. I'm so boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-95019699?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95019699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/95019699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95019699' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-94768124</id><published>2003-05-22T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T23:18:40.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I must really be bored. I went to the Converse website. There are some really screwed up chucks out there! Lemme show ya's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.converse.com/LiveFiles/1/172/5J294_220.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I don't see many hippies in chucks, but whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.converse.com/LiveFiles/1/173/1J276_220.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Zebra chucks... that is sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.converse.com/LiveFiles/1/127/M3310_220.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chucks for goths... strange enough to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr! The anarchy chucks won't even on there! Me and Caleb were amazed with them. Darn my poorness! I wanted to buy them. Oh well. I still love my flame HIGH TOPS! WOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.converse.com/LiveFiles/1/9/1H731_220.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know how jealous you MUST be... =) I'm jealous of myself for having them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I took a purity test. (I see you chuckling.... ='( Not funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 52% Pure!&lt;br /&gt;(Very interesting.) &lt;br /&gt;people less pure than you (27%)  &lt;br /&gt; people like you (2%)  &lt;br /&gt; people more pure than you (71%)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! I'M A BAD PERSON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you all know the truth. Good night.&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/4015516-94768124?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/94768124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/94768124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94768124' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-94614899</id><published>2003-05-19T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T23:41:55.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! How is everyone this lovely evening? Everything here is boring as usual. My phone has been messed up all weekend, so I wasn't able to get online or talk on the phone or anything! (Good thing I was with Caleb all day Saturday anyways!) I really do need to change the layout of this bloggie. I've just been so lazy lately! Oh wells. I guess being lazy won't get me nothing. Well, tomorrow is me and Caleb's anniversary! (Our first year together! Yayness!) I'm so happy! Probably not doing anything special, but that doesn't matter to me. As long as I get to see my baby, everything will be okay. Wow. I took a quiz again, because I have no life. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042697160_nightgddss.jpg" border="0" alt="MoonGoddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strange&lt;br&gt;darkness and sadness lurk about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I ALWAYS get darkness and stuff? Maybe the anti-socialness.... heh.&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/4015516-94614899?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/94614899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/94614899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94614899' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-93966190</id><published>2003-05-07T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T22:55:07.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.hottopic.com/Assets/product_images/lg/205048_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. There's a picture of my BONDAGE PANTS I GOT IN RICHMOND!!! BOOYAH! (Oh my god... did I just say booyah? *runs and hides in fear*) hehe. Bondage. AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;And here's the shirt I wear with them, although I got it awhile back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hottopic.com/Assets/product_images/lg/290636_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my COBAIN shirt after FOREVER looking for one my size! Aww hell, I'll post a piccie of it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hottopic.com/Assets/product_images/lg/571806_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all that stuff from Hot Topic. Even though I think it is commercializing punk and goth....(which is WRONG.) But I don't claim to be either, so hey, there ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar. Caleb found out my secret. I am a hopeless Neopets addict. Have been for over a year. I was afraid to admit it, until now. If you don't know what Neopets is, then let me provide an overview, if I must. It's basically an interactive site. You adopt Neopets (up to four at a time) and your aim is to keep them happy and fed and all that good stuff. It sounds easy and simple and boring, but it ain't. There's so much more to it. You can battle your pets, paint them, earn millions of NP (which are Neopoints, the official currency of Neopets) and too much more to list. There is also a message board, but, since it is a kiddie site, I don't suggest sexual stuff or strong language there, I've had 3 previous accounts frozen forever. Harhar. Oh, look what I found, the offical overview of the place.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neopets® is the greatest Virtual Pet Site on the Internet. With your help, we have built a community of over 40 million virtual pet owners across the world! Neopets has many things to offer including over 120 games, trading, auctions, greetings, messaging, and much much more. Best of all, it's completely FREE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is. My name there is cobainismylovebuzz, so if you join, message me. Har. I'll more than likely be on if you do, sadly enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=cobainismylovebuzz'&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.neopets.com/badges/dolls/8.gif'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;---click the chick to sign up for Neopets! Yee haw. (The more people I refer, the better free stuff I get! SO SIGN UP DAMN YOU! I mean, please sign up, pretty please... =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all for now. Bye Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-93966190?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93966190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93966190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93966190' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-93191388</id><published>2003-04-24T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:27:33.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!!!! YAYNESS!!! Oh, hello everyone. I'm bored. I broke out SOUND RECORDER AND WENT FREAKING CRAZY!!! I started singing stuff off of "Incesticide"! (You know, the Nirvana album no one pays attention to, the one with all the weird songs? IT'S MY FAVORITE!!!) Alot of the songs are in my voice range, too! Hell, I might post them up here... (once I figure out how) SO BEWARE!!  (Hairspray Queen and Beeswax are ESPECIALLY scary... x_x;;) &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, other than me and my pure scary randomness, nothing is going on. WOW!! I have to post me singing "Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle" (God Kurdt, did you have to give it such a LONG name... I guess you liked LONG stuff.... *cough* *gag* *choke* *faint* *die*) I'm okay, I promise! OH MY GOD!!! EVERYONE GO DOWNLOAD BABA O' RILEY BY NIRVANA!!! XD XD XD XD!!!! It's hilarious... (of course, it's The Who's song... it's kinda like their parody of The End....) Okay, I'm hyper. I need to calm down. Sheesh! But I can't!!! I feel like a child with Tourette's disease, screaming at the top of my lungs!  LIKE THE NIRVANA SONG!!! TOURETTES!! HE'S SCREAMING OBSCENITIES SPELLED BACKWARDS!!! CUFK! TSIH! SIPS! CUFK! TSIH! SIPS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm shutting up now. &lt;br /&gt;Did you guys the song Aneurysm was about SHOOTING UP HEROIN??? HE SAYS "COME ON OVER AND SHOOT THIS SHIT!!!" *shuts up and dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, I think it's time for my medication.... x_x.. See yuh lata, mastabata's! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-93191388?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93191388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93191388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93191388' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-93159374</id><published>2003-04-24T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T01:01:15.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm extremely bored. And I miss my baby... so guess what I did... I took some quizzes... yeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "How Depressed Are You?" Quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1044201781_GIRQuizzes.gif" border="0" alt="PSYchO!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're not so much depressed as you're totally&lt;br&gt;freaking insane. Kati would be friends with you&lt;br&gt;because she's just like you. You could stay&lt;br&gt;over her house and make pasta and biscuits at 4&lt;br&gt;am. You're also astoundingly similar to Invader&lt;br&gt;Zim's GIR. Viva la little robots wearing green&lt;br&gt;dog suits! Let's make biscuits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/How%20Depressed%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Depressed are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!!! COOL!!!! But... ermm... I already knowed that stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're gonna get "old school" on your arse.... The "Which Sailor Scout Are You?" Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tishamoon/quizzes/Which%20Sailor%20Moon%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tishamoon/1000480322_CJUNKSMmoon.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Sailor Moon!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Sailor Moon Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW!! I'M THE STUPID CLUMSY ONE!!! *cough*tootruetolifeforme*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har. This was amusing. The "What is your Sex Appeal?" Quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036301335_mboyresult.jpg" border="0" alt="tomboy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is SO true.... x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAKING GOD!!! The "What's Your Sex Fetish" Quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/acidtongue/1036825779_opquizbond.gif" border="0" alt="bondage"&gt;&lt;br&gt;bondage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/acidtongue/quizzes/What's%20YOUR%20sexual%20fetish%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's YOUR sexual fetish?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!!! FUN FUN FUN!!! =D =D =D =D =D =D.... oh... hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larlarlar... yee... that's enough for now... See you later, masturbators! This is Britty Boo, signing off!&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/4015516-93159374?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93159374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93159374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93159374' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-93055074</id><published>2003-04-22T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T12:44:06.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added some pop ups. Harhar... (some of you may remember my pop up filled blog back in the day...) This time, there's only 12 of them, not 51 like the last time, so it's not so bad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-93055074?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93055074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93055074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93055074' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-93051217</id><published>2003-04-22T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T11:34:50.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! It's a beautiful Tuesday, and I have absolutely NOTHING planned for my spring break. But sleeping. And internet. And possibly... JUST MAYBE seeing Caleb or something or another. Oh well, I do kinda wish that for once, my spring break would be eventful and we'd actually go somewhere special, but I guess you can't always get what you want. Oh well. On an unrelated note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I overthink things. I really do. Like sometimes, when I do something, I wonder "What could have happened if instead I did......" and then I think of all the possible consequences and scenarios. And then I wonder "What if.... had never happened, how would my life be different?" and then the whole mean vicious cycle starts again. It's evil. I guess I have nothing better to do than to think about stuff though. It's quite sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, oh! Let me tell you about yesterday. Me and my Mommy went to Lynchburg. And I wore my evil gothic schoolgirl outfit. =D Which was not a good formulation. It was a formula for trouble. The preppy chicks were all "Who does she think SHE is?" and the guys were all "WOAH!!!!" and I'm guessing they thought of the same stuff most guys think of when you say SCHOOLGIRL.... hmmm. It was pretty scary though, a bunch of goth and punk chicks were all like "Cool! Where'd she get her outfit?" To each other. I woulda told them if they'd asked me, but they woulda been dissappointed. (I got the outfit at Hot Topic in Roanoke. As of now (and probably forever) Lynchburg does not have one or anything close to one. So chick punks and goths here are pretty much stuck with guy clothes or just really big and baggy chick clothes.) So there was that. I usually don't dress to fit any standard label. Sometimes I dress casual. Sometimes I dress like I'm going to a rave. Sometimes I do get punked out. Sometimes I wear hippie-like clothes. Sometimes I dress up. Sometimes I dress down. There is no label I can fit. I'm just that darn original! I mix labels all the time. Like the hippie punk look. The dressing up while dressing down look. The casual raver look. Sometimes I'm so original, it scares me. My motto is 'If you must wear clothes, then you might as well have fun with them!" I think following trends and listening to what magazines say is dumb! They're trying to conform you, make you look like everyone else. Looking like everyone else is boring. Make your own style. Set your own trends. Don't care about what anyone says, because they're just clothes. It's not serious. It's clothes! Have fun with it! If you wanna wear black and orange and purple and green and red and pink together, more power to ya! I respect you for daring to be different in a world where most everyone is the same. Well, that's all for now... see ya's later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-93051217?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93051217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/93051217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93051217' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92810084</id><published>2003-04-17T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T21:08:57.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kurtobsessed/kurtIdrew.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Told you I was in an artistic mood! (Actually, I drew this awhile back, but.... that's not the point!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92810084?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92810084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92810084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92810084' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92809860</id><published>2003-04-17T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T21:03:30.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thursday! Wow. Only one more day, and then I get my week of freedom, free from my prison walls! OH SWEET SALVATION! Nothing too new today, just another ho hum day in "prison" and getting harassed by my "cellmates" I'm in a really artistic mood right now for some reason, I'm just having this irresistible urge to DRAW...DRAW of all things! Isn't that just odd? And I just remembered I have a whole lot of homework to do. But I'm in no mood to do it! I feel very artistic, I tell you! I can't do homework under these conditions! I have to let out my inner emotions and feelings on paper. And homework just isn't the appropriate outlet to express myself with at the moment. I have this irresistible urge to draw Sailor Moon and the Powerpuff Girls. Don't even ask me why! I haven't watched Sailor Moon in... damn... probably a year. Same with the Powerpuff Girls! I guess I'm feeling... what's the word... vintage? No... the other word... well, vintage will have to do. I'm not in a vocabulary-ish mood at the moment... ok, I don't get in these moods often, so I guess I'm gonna go take advantage of it... then maybe... just maybe, I'll get that homework out of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92809860?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92809860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92809860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92809860' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92736769</id><published>2003-04-16T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T16:55:25.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonjour mes amis! (just a little French for ya's... harharhar.) It's a beautiful Wednesday evening, with nothing to do, as usual. (Wednesdays are always so boring it seems.) I tried laying out in the sun, but the bees kept bothering me. ='(   I guess I'll just have to stay pale, because it's supposed to be rainy and cold tomorrow. Oh well. Today was boring. No one really bothered me anymore than usual. Next week is Spring Break! Oh beautiful FREEDOM! YAY! Finally, freedom from my pain and suffering! I deserve it, I need a break from all the hating. Sunday is Easter! YAY! I hope the "Easter Bunny" brings me some candy and good stuff!  I've been a semi-good girl lately... *cough*notevenclosetosemigood *cough* but... that's not the point...  Well, I guess that's all to report for now. Au revoir! (More French for ya's.... I know... I know... =D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92736769?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92736769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92736769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92736769' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92681190</id><published>2003-04-15T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T19:47:29.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today was "interesting"... and that's an understatement. Even without my baby....&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started out like a regular day. I was shunned by 95% of the school population, nothing new there. Then things got more interesting. In first period, "someone" got sent to the office and got PAD because of me! Harhar. (Well, supposedly, 3 or 4 letters about the matter were confiscated, but more about that later.) Then, in second period, the fun started. After we all got dressed fo P.E., the dude called us back in the locker room. (Well, about 6 of us, all the ones who's names were included somewhere in the letters.) Then he told us someone had gotten PAD for making threats to another "student"(Me) in one of the letters. That's why I say, never write letters. Much less a letter threatening someone. Ha. Anyways, now I'm surious who turned this situation in to the higher authorities. I think I have an idea. The one who is so jealous of me and my wonderful relationship. Harharhar. It's like someone told me. "She's just jealous. You have the perfect relationship. No one in the school has a relationship as perfect as you and Caleb do. And look at her. She can't keep a relationship for 1 day, much less 1 year like you. She's nothing but plain jealous of you, and the only way she knows how to take care of it is to ruin your reputation." Makes sense to me.  Oh well, I'm just ready for all of this to be over. It's senseless and mindless, and I want it to stop. I just have a feeling that it won't be so easy. Oh well. So much for turning my life around. It seems like every time I decide to be more social towards people, someone stands in my way and blocks my path to niceness. It feels like throwing salt on open sores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92681190?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92681190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92681190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92681190' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92529065</id><published>2003-04-13T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T11:57:51.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored. Took some quizzes. Here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kanemitsu/1036685256_pic-redhat.jpg" border="0" alt="You wanna kill Avril"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Avril  Lavigne, she's a disgrace to your kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kanemitsu/quizzes/%20What%20annoying%20Celebrity%20would%20you%20most%20likely%20wanna%20kill%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; What annoying Celebrity would you most likely wanna kill?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brakpage.milkbag.net/quiz/peanuts.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brakpage.milkbag.net/quiz/snoopy.gif" alt="I am Snoopy" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! SNOOPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nirvanaa8/1050238029_ntitled657.JPG" border="0" alt="kurt"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are kurt Cobain.You are the King of Grunge&lt;br&gt;Rock.You inspired many people to become&lt;br&gt;rockstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nirvanaa8/quizzes/Which%20Rock%20Star%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Rock Star are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Big surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Saturnia/1034828860_icswannabe.jpg" border="0" alt="Wannabe Non-Virgin"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a WANNABE NON-VIRGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Saturnia/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Virgin%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Virgin Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033416479_flames.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;chucks with flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolbeans/quizzes/what%20color%20chucks%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what color chucks are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I have those. High tops, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Bye Bye!&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/4015516-92529065?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92529065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92529065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92529065' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92527726</id><published>2003-04-13T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T11:25:29.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday morning everyone! I've been sorta sick all morning. I was broke out in hives and stuff, and I really don't know why, unless it's nerves or something. Who knows? Oh well. I added some more cliques there to the sidebar, and other than that, nothing new to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92527726?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92527726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92527726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92527726' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92498261</id><published>2003-04-12T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T16:25:12.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Saturday everybody! I just got back from a shopping venture in the great city of Lynchburg! We left around 11:00, so we really didn't stay all that long. We went to find an Easter outfit for me, and succeeded! We went to Goody's first. (and this is actually where I got the outfit. I can't believe we found something the first place we went!) The outfit is a really long, (around floor length) skirt and a low cut shirt. The outfit is orange, and it's really pretty. The skirt is one of those that wraps around, and it ties at the sides. The scary thing is, those ties are the only thing keeping the skirt up... yeah. The shirt is plain, it's low, and it's cinched at the boobs. (Mommy says this makes the illusion of more there. I believe her. My boobs look bigger than usual.) Anyways, after that, we headed off to the mall to find some shoes. Goody's didn't have anything I was particularly interested in. We started off in JCPenney, and stupidly, didn't look at shoes there. (If we'd done that in the first place, we'd of saved alot of time.) Then, we headed to Rave. They had the coolest shoes there, but all they had were 5's and 6's. (Needless to say, I haven't been in 5's and 6's since the 4th grade. Darn my stupid big feet!) Then, we headed towards Gadzooks. Nothing. Hects. Nothing. Journeys. Nothing. Then we headed in the direction of Sear's. (which also had nothing.) We went to one more place. The Shoe Dept. or whatever it's called. They had an even cooler version of the ones at the Rave. But they were too freaking expensive. I wasn't prepared to hand over 50 bucks for the things! So we decided, as a last resort, to go to JCPenney. And bingo! They had exactly was I was looking for. And at 30 bucks, they wouldn't break me! So I bought them. They're really cool sandals (although I'm not a sandal wearer, I hate my feet more than anything!) They tie up at the ankles, which I really like, they have chunky high heels, which I also really like, and they're a color than I can wear with jeans, capris, and, dare I say it.... SHORTS... *cough* I hate shorts... my legs are too skinny for shorts... grrr... anyways, then we went on a search for a necklace. We went to every jewelery store in the mall, with no success. We were pretty freaking hungry at this point, so we went to get some Pizza.  Then we remembered how cool Target's necklaces were, so we went to Target. And as soon as we got there, we found the perfect necklace. It's really pretty. The chain has orange stones all it in, and a butterfly pendant thingy at the end. We spent about an hour in there, and decided to head home. I usually hate all this girly girl crap, but it just seems like you have to get all prettied up for Easter. I dunno why, it just seems like a rule to me! Ok, that's it for now. Bye bye!&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/4015516-92498261?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92498261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92498261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92498261' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92462682</id><published>2003-04-11T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T22:05:07.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Added a guestbook. Sign it if you're a good person... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92462682?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92462682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92462682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92462682' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92461182</id><published>2003-04-11T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T21:23:29.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have come to a conclusion: Most people have nothing better to do than to talk about other people, which causes problems. Never say the wrong thing to the wrong person, or everyone will know. Therefore, most people can't be trusted. There are only a few selected peoples I can talk to that will listen to me, take everything in, and KEEP IT TO THEMSELVES. I find this sad. Why are people so driven on other people's pain? I have never been so hurt over something in my life. I really need to stop letting it get to me, but it seems every day something new comes up and it's hard to ignore. I have no one to talk to now, since Caleb is gone to his Dad's this weekend, so I guess I'll just post all my problems on here. Wow. Poor everyone who reads this... anyways, it goes something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a certain couple of peoples that are spreading around a vicious rumor that I'm cheating on Caleb. One of them, I really don't understand her motives. I'm really confused. I can't think of anything I've done to her to make her so mad at me, but she seems to be getting imense pleasure out of seeing me miserable. I have not done a single thing to her, and she needs to just leave me alone. I'm about ready to go postal. The other one, I'm moderately confused about. She's the girlfriend of the guy I'm supposedly cheating on Caleb with. (I mean, it grosses me out just thinking about it, but anyways...) The thing that makes me mad is the rumor gets more intense every day, and complete strangers are getting into it. I wish people would get out of my buisness and stay out. Because MY BUISNESS is MINE ALONE! Oh well, I guess everything will work out the way it's supposed to. Over time, things will get sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next problem started today. I don't know how it surfaced or why it surfaced, but I have a hint at who may have started it. Hmmm.... a certain "group" of girls came up to me today asking me if I had called them a certain "name". They were really bugging me, and only having a big old 4 minutes between classes, having to go a mile to my next class, and having a lot of stuff on my mind, I just told them I didn't have time to talk about it. They sorta followed me all the way down the hallway, but I had to get to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a phone call from a person. *cough* She called basically telling me to "watch my back" and that "I had no one to help me, not even your man will be able to save you from this one." Ooohhh.... I am SOOOO SCARED!!! And she sure did seem to know alot about that second situation without being around... CURIOUS, AIN'T IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. My new favorite song is on!! "Times Like These" By the Foo's!!! YAY!!! This song always cheers me up. Hell, anything by the Foo's cheers me up, except for "Hero", that makes me *cough*cry*cough* HEY!! It's about Kurt. I can't help it! Okay, I'm not going to bore you anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92461182?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92461182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92461182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92461182' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92377257</id><published>2003-04-10T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T15:11:01.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, everything is back to normal: With me and Caleb, that is. (Actually, all that was a stupid misunderstanding with underlying paranoia, but that ain't the point, now is it?)  And by the way, where were you today, Caleb? Hmm... skipping, maybe? (just playin' with ya, now... tee hee.) The rumors are getting even farther around, I mean, perfect strangers are coming up to me. But what can I do? Nothing, I guess. Just let them believe what they want I guess. Becuase as long as me and Caleb know the truth, I think that is the most important thing. (although I am still curious who started the initial rumor starting... hmmm... I think I may have a lead...) I will admit, today was tough without him, having to face people alone, but I did it. Oh well, I'm gonna get off of here for now. Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92377257?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92377257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92377257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92377257' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92256233</id><published>2003-04-08T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T20:49:33.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* &lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's amazing what a good nap will do to you. I feel refreshed and I'm not so upset anymore. I'm still upset, mind you, and I have perfect reason to be, but I don't feel so down on myself, you know? I just wish everything would go back to normal, where everyone hated me because I'm "different" and "weird"... not because I'm a *cough*playercheatersomethingoranother*cough* Heh. It's almost humorous. I shouldn't even let this stuff get to me, but it's just the fact that I love Caleb more than I'll ever love myself, or anyone, for that matter. And it hurts me to even think of hurting him. People just can't seem to understand. And that's exactly why people sicken me. Oh well, everything will work out the way it's supposed to, if I just don't worry too much about it. I think I'm gonna turn in early, I'm so sleepy now... nighty night... Sweet dreams and have a pleasant tomorrow! (I know I probably won't, so go out and have one for me, mmkay?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92256233?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92256233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92256233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92256233' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92240955</id><published>2003-04-08T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T16:00:14.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never been so mad in my life. Never. I hate people. I hate them beyond words. I can't even think of an appropriate word to express my anger. I am so sick of people getting into my buisness and I'm tired of people spreading nasty, hurtful rumors that aren't true around and causing an uproar. I don't even know what to say right now, I don't even know what to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and guess who hasn't called. Hmmm... could it have ANYTHING to do with the rumors? I wonder.... but then again, I think HE is smarter than that. If you read this(and you know exactly who you are)call me for God's sake. PLEASE.....CALL ME, AIM ME, SEND SMOKE SIGNALS FOR ALL I CARE! I WANT TO TALK TO YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and if you haven't called because of other reasons, then still... call me. Please. I need you.&lt;br /&gt;*ponders the chances that he'll even come to the site...* *There's about a 1 in 1000 chance...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's times like these you learn to love again... it's times like these...times like these...." Times Like These-Foo Fighters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92240955?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92240955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92240955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92240955' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92168736</id><published>2003-04-07T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T15:46:04.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kurtobsessed/mwaha.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little drawing I did in paint. It's of the little guy that lives in my head and tells me what to do. (Only Caleb will get it I'm sure...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a cold, boring, rainy day. Nothing new or exciting happened. I added some cliques I joined to the sidebar there. They're really cool, and they're worth looking into. Well, that's it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-92168736?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92168736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92168736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92168736' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92090299</id><published>2003-04-06T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T14:16:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! It's a beautiful Sunday morning, and I'm home.... and.... I'm sorta sick... well.... I'm coughing a little bit, but other than that, well, ummm... awww... who cares? I just downloaded a wonderful song that I suggest everyone download too... "Pink Triangle" by Weezer. It's about falling in love with a girl but finding out she's a lesbian. Haven't we all been through that, though? *enter sarcasm here* Wonderful song, really, it is! Anyways, I found some wonderful and beautiful pictures I just need to post up here... in honor of Kurt's memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive642.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive646.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive802.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive842.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... that's out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4015516-92090299?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92090299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92090299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92090299' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-92073268</id><published>2003-04-05T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T10:22:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... how ironic... the last time I posted was Kurt's birthday... and guess what today is... the 9th anniversary of his tragic death.... In honor of Kurt, I'm gonna post some pictures... maybe one day, there will be Justice for Kurt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive32.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive92.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive307.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive112.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive414.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive487.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4015516-92073268?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92073268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/92073268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92073268' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-89446844</id><published>2003-02-20T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T13:46:05.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Kurt... you'd be 36 today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kurtobsessed/sexykurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kurtobsessed/kurt001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nirvanafreak.com/pictures/archive674.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts, our minds forever. Rest in peace, Kurt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-89446844?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89446844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89446844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89446844' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-89381697</id><published>2003-02-19T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T14:03:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kurtobsessed/hoodie.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture I drew of me and my Fox Racing hoodie. I have this very strange and unusual obsession with hoodies, so there ya go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-89381697?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89381697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89381697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89381697' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-89377807</id><published>2003-02-19T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T12:28:47.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW! I'm addicted to these little thespark.com tests! Here are some more! (They're just so darn amusing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PERSONALITY Test! (Bet you didn't think I even had one of those!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like just 9% of the population you are a HEALER (SECF)-- caring, good with people, and patient. You are completely selfless and full of love. As a concrete feeler, you do well with your emotions, which are very strong. You understand and appreciate *why* you feel the way you do, and for the most part you're at peace with yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Suffering in the world really pisses you off. &lt;br /&gt;In relationships, it's easy for you to get hurt. Avoid all kinds of dominant (D***) people, *especially* in dating or marriage. You are a motherly figure, even if you're a guy. If you're a girl, make sure you're a mom some day. The world's children need people like you. If you're a guy, don't even think about it. Most pedophiles are HEALERS. &lt;br /&gt;On the rare occasions when you try to assert yourself, you're cute and awkward, but highly effective. &lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm.... not expecting those results. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PICKUP Test! (This should be amusing...)&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;50%  &lt;br /&gt;pickup-able! You're like Jen. Do you know my friend Jen? You're just like her—she's like this cool girl who's attractive and funny. I should call Jen. Or maybe you're like my friend Steve. Regardless, you like to flirt, but not with ugly people. And when you lock eyes with the right person, you know how to turn the sparks into a towering inferno. But sometimes you won't give people the time of day, which is mean when they really just need to know what time it is. In general, make sure you smell good. &lt;br /&gt;(Hahahahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BITCH Test! (Hmmm.... will this confirm what people have been saying all along?)&lt;br /&gt;36% bitch!&lt;br /&gt;which is lower than the worldwide average 38%! (WOAH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The INNER CHILD Test! (Let's see how naieve I really am!)&lt;br /&gt;Wyld Chylde&lt;br /&gt;(Perverse Spoiled Dysfunctional Child)&lt;br /&gt;The little guy in you loves to rock, for it is The Wyld Chylde, running wild. Otherwise known as a PSDC, your inner child can't sit still for more than a second and hence, neither can you. You jump around and yell and stuff-- most of the time breaking things, people and places. &lt;br /&gt;Finding a normal life with the "Chylde" in tow can be hard. He tends to flame out early on or, even worse, melt into a smooth jazz/worldbeat balladeer after years of soul searching and heavy self-medication. &lt;br /&gt;But don't change a thing-- enjoy the ride, for it will be insane. &lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LAZY Test! (*yawn* I think I already know the results...)&lt;br /&gt;Congrats you finished the test! You can't be that lazy then, can you?&lt;br /&gt;58% lazy! (Wow. I'm sorta surprised.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GAY Test! (OH GOD NO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;You are 21% GAY! &lt;br /&gt;That's less gay than average for someone of your gender and supposed orientation. The typical straight female is 32% gay! &lt;br /&gt;(I figured that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BASTARD Test! (Yes, you heard me right. Mwahahahaha.... HEY! I can pretend...)&lt;br /&gt;The results are in. You are certifiably:&lt;br /&gt;39% bastard! &lt;br /&gt;The worldwide average is 44% bastard. &lt;br /&gt;(WOW! Considering I'm a chick... x_X;; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd say that's plenty for now... I've gotta try to find something to eat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4015516-89377807?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89377807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89377807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89377807' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-89358565</id><published>2003-02-19T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T01:57:36.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored, so I took some tests at www.thespark.com.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The COMPATABILITY Test! (Me and Caleb... errmmm... duh.)&lt;br /&gt;You are...&lt;br /&gt;88%  &lt;br /&gt;...compatible! You're SO in! I mean, this is a match made in heaven. You're in there like swimwear. You've found your match and you better hold on tight, because it don't get no better than this. Congratufreakinlations! But don't blow it, though. Seriously. This is it. The big one. If you screw this up, there's a pretty good chance that you'll probably die homeless and penniless and no one will ever love you. But, hey, buddy, no pressure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.... yeah. Anyways... moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SEX Test! (GRR!! I DO NOT AGREE WITH MY RESULTS!)&lt;br /&gt;Congrats! In your life, you'll have sex with&lt;br /&gt;12 people! (WHAT! I AM APPALLED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll first have sex at age 19 (19!! Yeah, sure. Knock about 4 years off that! *cough*)&lt;br /&gt;in your own bed.&lt;br /&gt;You are 92% sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 of them will be male (Well, at least there's THAT!)&lt;br /&gt; And you will actually love 2 of them! (Grr.)&lt;br /&gt; You have a hard time deciding between love and lust. (LIE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Sure. NEXT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SLUT test! (dun dun dun!)&lt;br /&gt;The results are in! You are &lt;br /&gt;40% slutty&lt;br /&gt;which is actually less than the average, 46%.(HAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;21,917 women agreed with you, and chose "Kurt Cobain" as the best sex option of all time! (WOAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PURITY test!&lt;br /&gt;You are 63% Pure! (Hmm... a litte good, a little naughty...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PREGNANCY test! (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;According to our analysis, you are not currently pregnant. During your life, you'll have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 children. (poor me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stats about your next one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Birth weight: 15 lbs. 5 oz. (OH GOD! HELP ME.)&lt;br /&gt;Length at birth: 18 inches&lt;br /&gt;Chance of mangling birth-defect: 8%&lt;br /&gt;Most likely defect: runny nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DATEABLE test! (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Damn, J-Lo!(HEY! WHERE'D MY ARSE GO?) You are...&lt;br /&gt;74% dateable! Attractive and confident, witty and charming, a healthy ambrosia-based diet... you're wanted in the 48 contiguous states, you slayer. Call me. Seduce me. Make me a man (or woman.) Not only do you know how to turn a guy's (or girl's) engines on, but you also know how to oil, lube and rotate it. You put the "elation" back into "relationship," and the "night" back into "one-night stand." (Oooh! YEAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GENDER test! ('Cause I can't tell the difference...)&lt;br /&gt;It all adds up... &lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a woman! (AWW! Darn.)&lt;br /&gt;How do we know? Well, deep down, your gender affects everything about you, from your favorite number to your views on Canada. Many women who took the test think and act just like you, as you can see from the clusters above. &lt;br /&gt;Statistically speaking, you are a chick.&lt;br /&gt;As we said, this test gets smarter with every taker, and it's almost never wrong. You can make it even better by telling us it was right for you.                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That's enough for tonight. I'm going to bed! Nighty Night!&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/4015516-89358565?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89358565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89358565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89358565' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-89314870</id><published>2003-02-18T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T12:10:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kurtobsessed/brickwallgraffiti.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/kurtobsessed/brickwallfadeout.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahaha. My "art"... in all it's glory. I dunno, the graffiti one sorta says "ghetto" x_o&lt;br /&gt;*is never allowed to say "ghetto" EVER again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4015516-89314870?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89314870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89314870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89314870' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-89314757</id><published>2003-02-18T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T12:02:38.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven’t updated in, well, forever! So I guess I’ll start updating more regularly. Things have been fairly boring, I guess. I’ve been stuck in the house since Saturday, because of the big ice storm or whatever. But Friday was wonderful. Caleb sent me a beautiful arrangement of roses, (which are still alive, thank God!) then we went out to the big city of Lynchburg. It was fun! (hee-hee) Oh well, maybe next year, one of us will be driving(well, SHOULD be driving)... won’t need my stupid Dad to drive us around. Ha! Anyway, I’m just gonna post two little pictures I drew in paint, and then edited in Photoshop. And oh yeah, I put new midi music on... Come As You Are....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-89314757?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89314757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/89314757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89314757' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-86792823</id><published>2003-01-01T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T14:00:36.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't have the flu! (Thank God...) I just had that virus everyone seems to be getting. Last night me and my Mom went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;They actually closed the mall early! How screwed up is that? Grr... anyways, when I got home, I talked to my baby (YAY!) until around 11:30, then stayed up until around 1:00. Pretty uneventful, but New Year's has never been a big deal to me. It's just like another day. I prolly won't always feel this way, but who knows? Hmmm... well, that's about it. Oh yeah. I have to go to school tomorrow... boo! Oh well, I guess it won't be SO bad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-86792823?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86792823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86792823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86792823' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-86708898</id><published>2002-12-30T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T14:52:43.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick as a dog. I think I have the flu or something.... well, at least the symptoms match perfectly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My symptoms are:&lt;br /&gt;Vomiting&lt;br /&gt;A terrible headache&lt;br /&gt;Muscle aches&lt;br /&gt;Cold chills/hot flashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the doctor... I feel terrible. I'll just have to wait for my Mommy to get home I guess. Why do I always end up with the flu? SHEESH! And I was supposed to get my flu shot sometime soon... grr... just my luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-86708898?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86708898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86708898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86708898' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-86635565</id><published>2002-12-28T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T16:30:23.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha! I added a "fade-in" effect, because it's name appropriate... ain't it just the purdiest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-86635565?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86635565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86635565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86635565' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-86634564</id><published>2002-12-28T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T15:50:30.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYNESS! I CAN PLAY THE INTRO TO HEART-SHAPED BOX!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA! Ummm..... hi. I'm proud of myself. Can you tell? Well, I'm here all alone, with nothing to do. So I figured, hey, I'll screw around with the guitar, and BAM! I said "Ohmygawd! That sounds like Heart-Shaped Box!" I amaze myself, the way I can just pick up stuff like that by ear. The girl has mad skills, she does...&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my day has been pretty blah. I cleaned my room, took my Christmas tree down, (Christmas is over! ='(  Aww...)&lt;br /&gt;re-arranged some stuff so I could get all my new crap in, other than that, pretty uneventful. Hopefully something exciting will happen soon, I'm so bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-86634564?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86634564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86634564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86634564' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-86577537</id><published>2002-12-27T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T01:17:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, I've got major insomnia going on....I haven't been up this late since the summer.... oh well. I haven't posted in awhile, so I'll update a little bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to open my guitar before Christmas. It's so pretty! It's a black and white Fender Squire Strat. I also got a Fender amp, a tuner and a bunch of picks. I can play "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star", the intro to "Come As You Are" and "Something in the Way" in its entirety! Yay! Pretty good considering I play by ear! =P &lt;br /&gt;I got a bunch of other kewl stuff too, so here we go-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Daddy- &lt;br /&gt;Guitar and stuff (as said previously)&lt;br /&gt;From Mommy- &lt;br /&gt;Cotton Candy Maker (Yay! =D)&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy Snow Cone Maker (DOUBLE YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeve fire shirt (Ooooo.... purdy...)&lt;br /&gt;Fiber optic Bonsai Tree (VERY, VERY KEWL! Changes colors and stuff...)&lt;br /&gt;Lava Lamp (Blast from the past baby!)&lt;br /&gt;Caress Body Wash/Body Spray/Lotion set (Mmmm... heaven scent..... ha. Really bad pun.)&lt;br /&gt;Duckie Pajamas (Rubber duckie, you're the one!)&lt;br /&gt;Porcelain Doll of a Asian girl holding a fan in a silk pantsuit (She's 3 feet tall....)&lt;br /&gt;Hair care stuff (Brushes, combs, clips, scrunchies, ect...)&lt;br /&gt;A whole big stocking full of candy, make-up, lotion, ect.....&lt;br /&gt;From Becca and Brandon-&lt;br /&gt;A sketch of Kurt Cobain (it's limited to 250. It's numbered and everything! Wow.)&lt;br /&gt;A big, huge basket full of body wash, make-up, lotion, ect....(See a pattern?&lt;br /&gt;Grandma-&lt;br /&gt;A big Spongebob pillow (YAYNESS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A ton of make-up (Eyeshadow, mascara, lip gloss, ect...)&lt;br /&gt;Glitter hair gel (I'm mesmerized by that stuff...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I'm posting. My wrist is sore from typing all that! X_x;;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-86577537?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86577537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86577537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86577537' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-86003029</id><published>2002-12-14T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T16:06:53.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh dear god, I feel lucky to be alive. It's Christmas shopping hell out there! Pushing, shoving, trampling, fist fights, you know, the usual holiday spirit. And I didn't even buy anything. It's like I risked my life for nothing. Oh well. Yesterday my guitar came. But they're not gonna let me open it until Christmas. I don't understand why, because I know what it is! =P I wish Christmas would just come and go. I'm sick of all the Christmas music! GAHHH! It's driving me crazy! Too much holiday cheer can be overkill, ya know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-86003029?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86003029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/86003029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86003029' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-85909825</id><published>2002-12-12T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T15:35:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Added a couple of things to the blog. (Like that pretty MIDI of Heart-Shaped Box you're hearing in the background.... hehe....) And I also added an imood. This blog is a work in progress, so stay tuned, more stuff will be added gradually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-85909825?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/85909825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/85909825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85909825' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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-4015516.post-85854060</id><published>2002-12-11T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T15:20:31.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, lookie here..... another blog from the twisted mind of Brittany. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4015516-85854060?l=fadingmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/85854060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4015516/posts/default/85854060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingmemories.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85854060' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00142539852405961456</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>
