<?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-9450819</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:54:53.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flutterbye, butterfly, it's all the same</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my blog. it is my journal of my thoughts, dreams, daily activity and LIFE. if that's a problem, leave.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-112491282707927242</id><published>2005-08-24T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:54:07.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>car for sale</title><content type='html'>1998 black pontiac sunfire for sale&lt;br /&gt;good condition, sunroof, great on gas mileage&lt;br /&gt;$4,000&lt;br /&gt;spread the word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-112491282707927242?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/112491282707927242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=112491282707927242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/112491282707927242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/112491282707927242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/08/car-for-sale.html' title='car for sale'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-112491270205122221</id><published>2005-08-24T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T12:45:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>geez...school starts in a week. my last post said summer starts in a week. wow...i haven't posted all summer. hahhahaha. that's really funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-112491270205122221?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/112491270205122221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=112491270205122221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/112491270205122221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/112491270205122221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoa.html' title='whoa'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-111463604966059251</id><published>2005-04-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:07:29.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy cow</title><content type='html'>HELL YEAH!! SUMMER IS HERE IN A FRICKIN' WEEK!! that is so freaking awesome. i can't wait. i need this break more than anyone could know. i have my sociology final monday morning at 8am and i'm not gonna be ready for it. there's no way. after that final, i have to go to work. i will be there until about 5ish and then i have to go to my english "final". basically all i have to do for my english final is pick up my portfolio. damn, i don't know if i can manage to pass this one...hmm...**sarcasm**. after that, i am free for the night. tuesday will be a normal tuesday for me. i wake up at 8:30, go to work at 10, get off work at 2:30, go to choir from 3-5, go back to my dorm, eat for the first time all day, have an hour to myself before i have to haul my ass back to work and then i close. so basically i am in that damn ice cream shop all freakin day on tuesdays. i'm beginning to want to watch that place burn... is that bad? wednesday i have my math final at 9am and then i am free until my history final at noon. i am terrified of my history final. i'm failing that class and the bad thing is, i don't even care. that guy is an old geizer who should've retired 10 billion years ago...and he doesn't even talk about history. maybe i missed the memo, but i'm pretty sure it's HISTORY class?!?!?! so aggravating. so yeah, that's the last of my finals and then i will be on my way home. i have to check out of my dorm on thursday morning at 8am though, so i'll be back to get another carload of shit from my room. blah. i am a pack rat...i've grown to accept it. i can't deny it any longer. i have way too much shit for my own good. i'll probably throw half of it out once i get home and realize i don't have anywhere to put it. lol. i am going to have the best summer of my life. right now i have 2 jobs (one here in evansville and one at home in washington). i go home every weekend and that's why i have a job at home. over the summer i am going to continue working here in evansville, but only on saturday mornings. i don't want to drive to evansville every day. that would get expensive. i am looking for a new job to replace the job at home because that business is going to shut down soon because we are getting a super walmart and no one will come to our store anymore. so whatever. so i am going to vincennes to find a job because washington is gay and has nothing to offer. OMG i had the worst fucking weekend of my life. first of all a lot of personal shit happened that i'm not going to get into. but the worst thing of it all was the dumbass that pulled a hit and run on my car. if i ever find out who that was, you can be damn sure i will fuck their world up. my car was parked along the curb outside of my house (we don't have a driveway) and i was inside doing some homework. all of a sudden i hear a loud *THUNK* so i went upstairs to ask my sister what she dropped. she looked at me like i was crazy and said she didn't drop anything and then i hear a car peal out and speed up the hill... we both look at each other and then ran outside. go figure, my car was the only one parked there at that exact moment. everything looked fine on my car until i get around and see the front of it. the front end is hanging off, my turn signal is busted, and to top it off, there is WHITE paint all over my BLACK car. that's cute. i screamed and started yelling cuss words at the top of my lungs and then my mom yelled out the window and told me to be quiet. i just glared at her and told her to get outside and look at my car and THEN tell me to be quiet. she started yelling too...anyway... it was estimated at about $900 worth of damage and mom said we weren't turning it into the insurance and i just went inside and started crying. i swear i'm not allowed to have anything nice before someone has to go and fuck it up for me. i even hate that car, but it's the only one that i have and it isn't as bad as i make it out to be. so mom called the insurance company to see how much it would be if we turned it in...they said that we would only have to pay $250 and my insurance wouldn't go up since it wasn't our fault. but still....it's $250 more than i have. at least i have 2 jobs and i know i can pay it off...lol. i swear i'm always either at work or in class. i have no life. i just got finished taking down everything off of my walls. they look so empty now. i already have one huge tub put in my car and i have like 5 more that aren't even loaded yet. i have way too much shit. but i'm out...i'll write soon...if you're lucky ;) much love!!! *~elaina~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-111463604966059251?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/111463604966059251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=111463604966059251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/111463604966059251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/111463604966059251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-cow.html' title='holy cow'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110918978067122418</id><published>2005-02-23T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:16:20.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baaaaaaaaaack!!</title><content type='html'>wow...it has been a LONG ASS time since i've updated. haha. where to begin....well, let's start from the beginning of this story cuz it's a confusing one. i was working at buehler's buy-low (2 minutes from my house) in washington, indiana and i quit there in august to come to school. i didn't need to work my first semester because i had enough money saved up and i wanted to concentrate on school. that payed off because i made the dean's list! go me!! anyway....$300 got stolen out of my bank account (somehow) and so i had to get a job again. lucky me. so i applied back at buehler's and they weren't hiring at the store in my town, so i went to the next closest store...in loogootee. i worked there from october until the end of christmas break and then i asked NICELY to be transferred back home. i didn't like driving all the way to loogootee every weekend. AND it was icy and i hate driving more than a short distance on icy roads. (it's only like a 25 minute drive from my house...but it was annoying). so i called the next week to see what my hours were going to be and he said that he did what i asked and transferred me back home. i was so excited!!! no more driving that stupid, unneccessary drive to work!! woo hoo!!! so i work for 3 weeks at the store at home and noticed that i wasn't getting any money deposited into my account. (it's direct deposit...very convenient by the way). so i asked the manager about it and she said that i was 100% guaranteed to have all of that money put in my account by that friday morning. so again i got excited because that's 3 weeks pay all at once!! FUCKIN'A, RIGHT? wrong. very horribly wrong. i had no gas in my car so i go to get gas on friday afternoon on my way home...and i get $23 of gas with no problem. it took my debit card and there was nothing wrong. i got home and went to pick up my check stub to see how much money was in my account now, and i didn't have a check stub...this added a whole new state of confusion/fury into my life. it dawns on me that i possibly didn't get paid. i go to the atm to check my balance and it says i still have $3.72 which is the amount i had left before i got paid. my thoughts were...how did i just get gas if i don't have any money. and then all of a sudden *LIGHT BULB!!* I'M GOING TO BE CHARGED THAT STUPID $30 FEE FOR NOT HAVING THAT MONEY IN MY ACCOUNT!!!! so basically i just got screwed up the fuckin ass and there was nothing i could do about it. so i call buehler's and tell them what happened and the manager is in shock because she knows that i am about to blame this WHOLE situation on her because she said i would have the money. so i am freaking out because all of the banks are already closed so i can't make a deposit. so i wake up bright and early on saturday morning to go to the stupid bank and explain what happened. i put in a deposit and PRAYED that the gas wouldn't go through until monday when the deposit was put in. and to my surprise/luck...it didn't! i didn't get charged! and the following week, i got my check for only 2 weeks, so i think i'm still getting screwed somewhere...? but i can't be sure. i might get another check soon. i'm supposed to get paid weekly, but who knows. so THAT'S that story....&lt;br /&gt;another story that's a happier one....I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!! buehler's is my weekend job so i wanted a job for during the week. so i applied at cold stone creamery and i got the job!!! yay!! they open on march 12, so y'all should come in and see me!! and march 11 is friends and family night...everyone can come in for free ice cream. how awesome! so that's been my life lately. lots of drama, but also lots of good times. i think i've laughed more in the last month, despite all the crap, than i have in a LONG time. i saw jaygoode today...TWICE. how weird is that? i don't see the kid for HOW LONG and then i see him TWICE within a couple of hours?? i still think you were following me, jay...lol kidding. i'm SO glad that spring is coming because winter is so damn depressing. so hopefully i will keep updating...i might forget....sorry don't mean to...it just happens. nothing personal. i hope you all have a great a day as i am having! later gators!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110918978067122418?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110918978067122418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110918978067122418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110918978067122418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110918978067122418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-baaaaaaaaaack.html' title='i&apos;m baaaaaaaaaack!!'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110684412330834563</id><published>2005-01-27T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:42:03.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>wow...i haven't updated in forever...hmm....i don't have anything to say right now...i'll be back later when i do...peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110684412330834563?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110684412330834563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110684412330834563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110684412330834563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110684412330834563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/01/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110598817735939360</id><published>2005-01-17T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T10:56:17.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choir class</title><content type='html'>no more frizbee condom...no more stress ball...no more emosewa times...all because jerkface quit...lol kidding...but still, choir won't be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110598817735939360?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110598817735939360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110598817735939360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110598817735939360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110598817735939360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/01/choir-class.html' title='choir class'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110538530307035377</id><published>2005-01-10T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T11:31:17.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school sucks</title><content type='html'>ok today is the first day of school since christmas break. blah. it sucks already. i started classes at 8 this morning and i won't get done until 9 tonight. what was i thinking???? my first class this morning was sociology. big mistake. that guy is a complete jerkface. he did nothing but put us down and say that we were wrong about everything that we ever learned. i don't want to go back. my next class was math. it's math, so it automatically sucks. and then the teacher told me that i have to buy a $90 calculator. yeah. let me just pull the money out of MY ASS cuz i sure as hell don't have 90 bucks. last night was crappy and i didn't get any sleep cuz keith and i got into a fight and he told me never to call him again...and all sorts of other mean things that a boyfriend should NEVER say. so i thought that we were breaking up and i lost it. i hung up on him and i couldn't stop crying. so he finally realized what he did and apologized and everything's ok now. i swear he suffers from male pms. it IS a real symptom. i think that's hilarious. but every time a get off my period...sure enough a week later, he's grouchy again. it's definately male pms. i don't know what i would do if we actually would break up. i don't think i could handle it. he means everything to me. he called me today on his lunch break just to say hi. he told me that all of the roads to get home are flooded. so i don't know if i can go home this weekend or not. that really sucks that my little town is now an island. every single road that i could possibly take to get home is closed. grr. damn this rain. at least the snow could be PUSHED off the road. rain is just retarded snow. it forgot to freeze. that's all there is to it. well i'm gonna go now and take a nap before choir. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110538530307035377?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110538530307035377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110538530307035377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110538530307035377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110538530307035377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-sucks.html' title='school sucks'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110502282441052471</id><published>2005-01-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T06:47:04.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone save me</title><content type='html'>i am so freaking bored. i have nothing to do all day while everyone is back in school. i'm used to arguing with  my sisters or talking to/being with keith. it sucks  being here all alone. i pray every day for 11:00 to come around cuz that's when keith is on lunch break and he comes to pay me a visit. and then i pray for 3:15 to come around cuz that's when school gets out. i have no life. i am aware of this...no need to tell me. i am actually looking forward to school starting...is that weird? i just want something to do and i miss all my school friends. i think i'm gonna have my long time friend katie over today...maybe we can finally exchange christmas gifts...hehe...we're not procrastinators or anything. :) oh well. not a big deal. i woke up this morning to my sisters (all 3 of them) talking as loud as they possibly could...my room is like 50 feet away from theirs and it sounded like they were yelling right into my ear. so i go in there to tell them to shut up and i look at the clock and it's 9:00...?? school starts at 8:10...so on top of my "just woke up" confusion, i also had the "what the hell" confusion thing going on...it sucked. so i ask them why they're still here and they inform me that there was a 2 hour delay because the roads are icy. lovely. more snow is coming. grr. so i think i'm gonna go take a nap and pretend that this never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110502282441052471?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110502282441052471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110502282441052471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110502282441052471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110502282441052471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/01/someone-save-me.html' title='someone save me'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110476725259446470</id><published>2005-01-03T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T07:49:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid people</title><content type='html'>i swear my manager is retarded. i told him that since i'm on break, i can work anytime during the week now. i asked off for sunday because i'm going back to school to hunt down where my classes are. so what does he do? he doesn't schedule me AT ALL during the week and instead, he schedules me on sunday. did i miss something?? so i had to call him today and tell him that i can't work and HE got mad at ME. jerk. so i almost told him not to schedule me at all cuz i quit and then i remembered how broke i was. i hate being a poor college kid...lol. i had plenty of money until school started. it sucked me dry. i literally have MAYBE $90 in my account...and i need to pay $139 for my car payment by the end of the month. this sucks big time. and another thing that sucks, is my sister...YOUNGER sister i might add...has a later curfew than me?!?!?! oh you can bet that i yelled at mom for that one. she got to stay out later than i did on new year's eve. that pissed me off. so i just didn't come home....kidding. i did come home...and on time too. because i'm trying to get back on my mom's good side for some reason. i don't even know why i'm NOT on her good side. whatever. i'm tired of this mess. i should just go back to bed. i think i just might. nighty night......zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110476725259446470?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110476725259446470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110476725259446470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110476725259446470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110476725259446470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/01/stupid-people.html' title='stupid people'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110459391080154076</id><published>2005-01-01T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T07:38:30.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a new year</title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone! i spent last night with keith. we just hung out at his house because i didn't want to go to a party or anything. i didn't feel much like drinking. and apparently neither did he, because he didn't object...which is good. so we hung out at his house and watched "not another teen movie" and then we took a nap (i love sleeping in his arms. it's the best feeling in the world). i woke up just as the countdown for the ball to drop was on "5" so i woke him up and we watched and then we each got our new year's kiss. it was the best kiss ever. this is going to be a good year. i can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110459391080154076?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110459391080154076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110459391080154076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110459391080154076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110459391080154076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-new-year.html' title='it&apos;s a new year'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110447638910239022</id><published>2004-12-30T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T22:59:49.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hallelujah!!</title><content type='html'>thank the good lord above! the snow is finally melting!!!! i don't think i've ever been so happy... ok yes i have, but you know what i mean. me and the sisters are still fighting...well me and 2 of them are...i get along fine with the other one. she's not a complete biotch like the rest of them. that was mean...sorry. but one of the twins (emily) has just really been pissing me off lately. she has been "talking to/dating" this guy brett (asshole) for about a year now. he dates like 4 or 5 girls at a time and doesn't want a serious girlfriend. he just wants to date around. ok i understand that. i really do. but when you lead my sister on and drag her around on a little leash, FOR A FUCKING YEAR i tend to get a little hateful towards you. so in case you haven't guessed by now, i hate the fucking loser. he is just using my sister and she won't listen to me. she thinks that i'm jealous...HELLO?!?! i have a boyfriend who i'm madly in love with...but whatever, emily. you're right like always. that's a bunch of bull. so anyways. she FINALLY "gave up" on the evil one (aka brett) and she was "moving on". or so we all thought. she swore up and down to me and erika that she would never date him if he asked her out and yada yada yada (more bull...) and so she started hanging out with this guy named justin. i personally love this kid to death. he is so sweet and he really likes her, unlike dick face. so i was ecstatic when i found out that emily told justin that she liked him and then they started dating. well justin went to florida for christmas break and the day that he left, emily had brett over. i walked in and my jaw just dropped. i looked at him and his face went pale cuz he knows i hate his guts. so i tried to ignore the fact that he was at my house. didn't work. he finally left around 1 in the morning and i finally went in there and yelled at emily. she was like "we're just friends. i'm not hurting anything." well she doesn't seem to understand that justin hates brett too. i don't blame him. so a couple days later, brett asks my sister out. and do you know what she said? she said YES! that bitch! she completely stabbed justin in the back while he's on VACATION and he didn't know until i told him. then she got mad at me because i "wasn't staying out of her business" and when i asked when she was gonna tell him she said, "eventually". no. that doesn't cut it. he had to know now. so i text messaged him and told him what happened and he tried to call emily and she wouldn't answer her phone. so i went in there and told her to stop being a prissy snob and pick up her phone. she didn't. so i had erika call him from the house phone and explain the whole story and then emily walked in and heard us. oopsie. my bad. NOT. i don't feel bad for stepping in. and i'm really sorry that my sister is a little stuck up bitch who gets every fucking thing she wants. i'm glad i'm not like her. i'll write more about this later. i'm going to bed. nighty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110447638910239022?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110447638910239022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110447638910239022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110447638910239022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110447638910239022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/hallelujah.html' title='hallelujah!!'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110407032088650174</id><published>2004-12-26T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T06:12:00.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not snowed in</title><content type='html'>i went to my grandma's house for christmas eve and i honestly didn't think we were gonna make it there because of all the snow. i really wanted to go and my mom was NOT gonna let us miss it so we all risked our lives to go see dear old granny. i was really sore yesterday because one of my sisters, my mom and myself had to PUSH my dad's HUGE dodge ram into the garage because his reverse went out of the truck. so we pushed him in backwards and it took us forever because we're all really weak. so then to make my soreness even better my sister and i went outside yesterday to dig our cars out from under this awful white powdery stuff that trapped us inside the house for 3 days. we whipped out the snow shovels and started digging a path and i swear we were out there for almost 3 hours. it sucked major donkey dick. that snow is ridiculous and i haven't seen my boyfriend since tuesday and i get to see him tonight!!!! yay!!! i have to go to work now, though. i'll let you know how things go! ;)  see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110407032088650174?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110407032088650174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110407032088650174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110407032088650174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110407032088650174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-snowed-in.html' title='not snowed in'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110383609310505520</id><published>2004-12-23T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T13:08:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowed in</title><content type='html'>i am officially stuck in my house. there is SO MUCH freaking snow outside. my car is completely covered. i couldn't leave if i WANTED to. i'm going nuts. my sisters and i are fighting non-stop. and no one is able to get along for more than 5 minutes. we tried to all sit down together and watch movies and then molly started screaming about something and we asked her to be quiet and she started screaming even louder. we are all on our last nerve with each other and i think i'm gonna try to go back to school as soon as i can. i can't tolerate this much longer....someone save me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110383609310505520?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110383609310505520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110383609310505520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110383609310505520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110383609310505520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/snowed-in.html' title='snowed in'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110374602281844152</id><published>2004-12-22T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T12:07:02.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>i hate snow. it snowed...a bunch. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110374602281844152?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110374602281844152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110374602281844152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110374602281844152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110374602281844152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110326044247130977</id><published>2004-12-16T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:14:02.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time! whew!!</title><content type='html'>finally! christmas break has arrived!!! i only have one more final (speech) and i'm home free. that's so exciting. me and the roomies completely turned our room inside out trying to catch up on the cleaning the other day. i did the dishes tonight and packed for the break. (woo hoo!!) and i'm actually excited about working this weekend. i need money so bad. i need to pay my car payment, phone payment and do some more last minute christmas shopping. it seems like every time i think i'm done shopping, i remember someone that i forgot to get something for. i also need to buy next semester's books. but i learned a lesson this semester. i'm not buying ANY books until i KNOW i'm going to use them. i did not even OPEN my damn biology book (used: $100-ish), i didn't use my volleyball book (used: $20-ish),  i didn't use my TWO english books (both used: about $70-ish a piece), and i didn't open my math book either (new: $100-ish). that really pisses me off. i could've saved a BUNCH of money. but NO! so i'm not going to buy books until i actually have homework from them. ok...i'm ready for bed now...i just had to write for a lil bit. if i don't see any of you guys, have a great break!!! see you "next year"!! yay! 2005!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110326044247130977?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110326044247130977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110326044247130977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110326044247130977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110326044247130977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-about-time-whew.html' title='it&apos;s about time! whew!!'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110307800916445086</id><published>2004-12-14T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T18:33:29.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals suck</title><content type='html'>ok i am tired of finals already and it's only tuesday. this sucks. my finals on monday were a joke. i had to wake up to go to my english final at 9am. that was stupid because all she did was hand back our portfolios. i found out that i have an A in that class.  so then me and my friend ashley went out for our usual run of breakfast at the wonderful bk. after that, i had NOTHING TO DO until my volleyball final at 6pm. so i hung around my room and slept all day. ahhh it was nice. when i woke up, i played some games on my computer and then just hung out with the roomies. we still haven't seen my one roomie. she doesn't live here anymore...well she does, but we tell everyone she doesn't. i hadn't seen her for 2 months before thanksgiving break and then i saw her for 5 seconds before i left for break. she came back from break A WEEK LATE and i haven't seen her since. not that i'm complaining...i don't like her. she wakes me up all the time when she stumbles in drunk. and when she IS living here, her hair dryer wakes me up EVERY SINGLE FREAKING MORNING. she just isn't considerate of other people's feelings. i would like to see her move out for good. ANYWAY back to finals. i have a B in my volleyball class because i did HORRIBLE on the tests. i took my biology final this morning...and again i had the WHOLE DAY to do nothing. it sucked. but i now have an A in that class, also. that final was optional because our lowest test score would be dropped and it ended up bringing my grade up 7%. how cool is that?? tomorrow i have to take my math final. i hate math. when i say i hate math, i mean I CAN'T STAND IT. but i have an A in that class too and the final can't hurt me at all because our lowest test score will be dropped. so i will pass that class with AT LEAST a B and i'm cool with that. i don't have any finals on thursday and the only final that i have on friday is a speech final. that kind of sucks though because i have to study for that one. blah. oh well. i'll let you know how it goes. 4 days til christmas break! (counting today) woo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110307800916445086?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110307800916445086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110307800916445086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110307800916445086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110307800916445086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/finals-suck.html' title='finals suck'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110290106117295633</id><published>2004-12-12T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T17:24:21.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lil sis</title><content type='html'>i have 3 sisters. emily and erika are twins and they are 16 years old. molly is 8. well about a week or 2 ago, molly and i got into a argument. it was stupid, really. i got on mom for never punishing molly when she does something wrong. it's annoying. i always get blamed for stupid shit when it's the munchkin's fault. so i took it out on molly. i wouldn't stop yelling at her and she told me that she hated me and that she wished i would die. (how nice) well in my head i was thinking that i would love for something to happen to her to teach her a lesson. i didn't want her to DIE, but you know what i mean. so anyway, i went back to school and didn't think any more about it. then i had one of the biggest scares of my life on friday. my mom called me at 11:00 friday morning and asked if i had talked to my dad or my sisters. i didn't understand what she was talking about. i hadn't talked to anyone yet. and then here comes the bomb....mom told me that molly was put in the hospital the night before. (KABOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!) my jaw dropped and i instantly felt tears at my eyes. what had i done?? how could i wish pain upon my sister?? she's only 8 years old!!! mom told me that molly had been vomiting for the past 2 days and she thought it was just the flu or something. then she took her temperature. it was 104.5 degress. mom said that she rushed molly to the hospital and they immediately admitted her to the emergency room. they took 4 vials of blood from her arms and she had an iv. i couldn't stand picturing molly in the hospital. i was gonna leave to go home immediately, but i still had to go to the women's choir dress rehearsal for the concert. that wasn't until 1:00. i had to sit there and think about molly all afternoon. i couldn't stop crying. so i finally go to the dress rehearsal and asked dan if i could leave a little bit early. he said he would get me out of there as soon as possible. that wasn't very soon at all. i was there until 2:45 and then i had to go back to campus because i forgot something. so it was a waste of time. so i finally get home and i drove to vincennes to go see my sister. it was so hard for me to go in there and see her. she was all wired up to all kinds of machines and she had tubes hanging out of her arms. i couldn't stay long. i left after about an hour. mom said they would probably let her go home on saturday. sure enough, saturday came and she was home in the afternoon. it was nice to have her back. she is covered in bruises from all the needles. before she could go home, they had to do more blood tests though. they still don't know what was wrong with her, but she's back to normal. she's hyper as always. she told me that she doesn't hate me anymore. that meant the world to me. i feel like such a bitch and i feel like the whole thing was my fault. i'm just glad she's ok. i need to learn to think better thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110290106117295633?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110290106117295633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110290106117295633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110290106117295633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110290106117295633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-lil-sis.html' title='my lil sis'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110270006495471125</id><published>2004-12-10T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T09:34:24.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>biology test</title><content type='html'>i DID do good on my biology test!! woo hoo! i got a 94%! that's right...who didn't study?? ME and i got a flippin 94%!! that's freakin emosewa!! i about fainted when i saw my grade though. i knew i did good, but i didn't realize how well i actually knew the material. my lab practical on the other hand didn't go so well. i don't know my score for that yet, but it definately wasn't a 94%... :) oh well. i'll survive. i'm gonna finish packing to go home now, i just wanted to update and share the good news that I'M A FREAKIN GENIUS!! haha kidding...later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110270006495471125?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110270006495471125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110270006495471125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110270006495471125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110270006495471125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/biology-test.html' title='biology test'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110260701547195448</id><published>2004-12-09T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T07:44:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky me</title><content type='html'>i just took a biology test and i so TOTALLY passed it! i'm psyched! i didn't study for it, i merely looked over the notes once. it's pretty easy material, but at the same time, i have really bad luck and i was positive that i was going to fail. we find out what score we got later on today. can't wait. i have my biology lab practical/final today at noon. woo hoo. let me jump for joy. THAT final might kill me but i'm pretty sure i can handle all of the other ones...except math. math is up there with biology....ewwww. but i just thought i'd let you know that i am a genius (wishful thinking) but i DID pass my test...i think. we'll find out by 4pm...hehe...until then, sianara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110260701547195448?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110260701547195448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110260701547195448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110260701547195448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110260701547195448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/lucky-me.html' title='lucky me'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110255370850123945</id><published>2004-12-08T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:00:24.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more drama!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok...when i left high school, i thought the high school drama would be over. damnit i was wrong again. i cannot believe all of the stupid shit that people try to start. honestly, doesn't anyone have anything better to do than ruin other people's lives?? i don't care what other people think about me. i really don't. but i do care when people say things about me BEFORE they get to know me. that really pisses me off. one prime example would be when i started working at buehler's buy-low again...a guy that works there that i had NEVER MET BEFORE IN MY LIFE called me a stuck up bitch...?!?! what the hell? i am far from that, but let me tell you something. i can be the biggest bitch you'll ever meet if you make me mad enough. another example of people's idiocy and immaturity is one of the girls in choir. i have never done anything to this girl. i actually wanted to be her friend until i found out she HATES ME. and if anyone is actually reading this...(chamber choir folk will be the only ones who will know what i'm talking about)...it's about the whole jay goode situation. correct me if i'm wrong, but i do believe that i have told jay that i have a boyfriend and that my boyfriend and i are not breaking up. basically, i told jay that he doesn't stand a chance with me...no offense jay, you're one of my good friends...and that's all we're gonna be. i don't understand why this girl has to interfere with our friendship and try to make things out to be more than they are. i never thought that i would cause such a stir just by being someone's friend. i'm sorry that i'm a friendly person. if you have something to say to me just say it to my face and save all the god damned drama. if you have something that you want to know (instead of making up something that sounds better) ASK ME! i don't fuckin bite. i don't know why people are chicken shits and can't come up to me if they want to know something. i really don't. if i want to know something, i usually go up and ask. who cares if i look stupid, at least i found out what i needed to know. so give me a fuckin chance before you put me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110255370850123945?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110255370850123945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110255370850123945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110255370850123945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110255370850123945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-more-drama.html' title='no more drama!!!!!!!'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9450819.post-110211028206772122</id><published>2004-12-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:44:42.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first blog!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;today is the first day of my blog! i'm excited! katelyn talked me into getting a blog. (go katelyn!) i am sitting outside of carter hall right now while katelyn is curling my hair for the madrigal dinner. this is so fun. KIDDING! i'm actually pretty bored right now. that's why i'm writing in a journal. i hate journals. i probabaly won't update all the time, but i'm sure you'll get over it! i'm not THAT lovable! ;) well i think i'm gonna go now, i just wanted to see how things would work out with my new journal! later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9450819-110211028206772122?l=lainalynch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/feeds/110211028206772122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9450819&amp;postID=110211028206772122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110211028206772122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9450819/posts/default/110211028206772122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainalynch.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-first-blog.html' title='my first blog!!!!!!!'/><author><name>elaina graced your presence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960733932926143906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
