<?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-6427635</id><updated>2011-08-24T17:08:00.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The course of human progress staggers like a drunk: </title><subtitle type='html'>Its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>421</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-112056381988129930</id><published>2005-07-05T05:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T05:43:39.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>killageneration.blogspot.com is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you whores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-112056381988129930?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/112056381988129930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=112056381988129930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/112056381988129930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/112056381988129930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/07/killageneration.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-112017991953681166</id><published>2005-06-30T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:05:19.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose teeth are these? Are they yours?</title><content type='html'>mood: insooooooomniaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;music: buzzcocks- ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't have?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 2:39? maybe 3:39? I dont know. It is the wee hours of the morning, and i can't sleep. Boo. I wish someone was online so i could talk to them but instead i'll just go crazy. Lalalalalala! I have to get up at 8 to go to the Portabello Road market. mmm, family outings. How dericious. (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this stop on the Central line metro... and it's haunted. Seriously. It's fucking creepy. It's in between where my friends used to live and where i live, and the train doesnt stop there. It was closed for some unknown reason and the train just goes past there at 5 mph and everyone looks out the window at this deserted metro stop and it's all dirty and half-lit and there are occasionally a few flickering lights and cables strewn out of circuit boxes and ads on the walls from years ago and the whole shebang. I get so creeped out. There's a sign that says "Closures until april 2005" but last i checked it was 3 months past april 2005. Anyway. i thought i would rant. ::shudders:: creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't my internet working? You bitch. I want to publish my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I guess ill type some more random useless shit until my internet connects again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home in 9 days. Yay! The number of days is no longer in the 20s, or the 10s. No! We're getting to single digits here! Woohoo! I was really really excited until i realized: Wow. I hate boulder and most of the people in it. And yet i'm so homesick. Argh. Fucking love. But i do miss several people very very very very much, so even though boulder sucks i'm still reeaaaaaaaaallly excited. Oh yeah. If anyone wants a postcard, they should email me- slinkypandemonium@yahoo.com - with their address. Or you can comment and leave it, i guess... but i wouldn't recommend posting where you live on a site anyone could read. MY DAD could read this site, and come to your house and kill you. So it really is better if you just email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unghhhh. I hate my internet. It should suck it and die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ugly. But not as ugly as the bug-eyed black woman in this show im watching. I'm not racist, she's just ugly. She has the worst bug eyes ever. I almost can't look at her. I definetely cant look without thinking "good god, you're ugly. If i was that ugly, i would hide myself away in a bell tower." Really. If you're ever in london, watch the show "Big Brother." It's the most boring show ever- just videotapes other people's drama- but it has a realllly hot girl who gets naked a lot, a melodramatic metrosexual boy, and a really really ugly bug-eyed girl. Plus, if you're bored/insane/drugged/forced enough, this show might be mildly entertaining to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this week i'm going to hang out with Dino and Sabina! Yay! Coolest old people ever. (not old. like 40.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I almost went to france, and then my stupid friend never called me back until too late, and so now i cant go cause its such late notice. And i was going to buy queen tickets (cause i had the option of going to france vs seeing queen), but while i was convincing my parents to send me to France i told them that Queen wont be that great cause the original lead singer is dead. So now they dont want to go to queen or send me and so i dont get to go to Paris OR see queen.... i get to rot in this stupid, ugly-ass hotel room. Sucks. Oh well. I'll go... uh... enjoy the sights or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, internet connection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-112017991953681166?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/112017991953681166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=112017991953681166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/112017991953681166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/112017991953681166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/whose-teeth-are-these-are-they-yours.html' title='Whose teeth are these? Are they yours?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-112008229898525292</id><published>2005-06-29T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:58:18.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was insane. I woke up to the sounds of people yelling and screaming and playing drums outside my window. There was some huge protest cause some people met in the hotel im staying in and had a conference about iraqi oil. So there were a bunch of protesters, a bunch of passer-bys, and a bunch of policemen and security all over the place in front of the hotel. the closest metro was blocked off and almost all the entrances to the hotel were locked. I got out the back way but my mom tried to go out the same way 15 mins later and had to be escorted into a taxi by a few security guards. Craziness. It was sweet though. They were dressed like pirates, swordfighting in the street "to symbolize the piracy of oil." I want to swordfight in the street... but being arrested/teargassed/anything in london is a bad bad plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I'm watching the wierdest british movie ever. There's a bunch of guys running from some alien thing in the woods and the alien just attacked one of them, spilling his guts everywhere. The other guy runs up to him and frantically starts stuffing his guts back in, going "fit, dammit!" "it's not gonna fucking fit." "IT WILL FUCKING FIT." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wierd. And then they all got up and ran to the car. Tv is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. Some 19 year old kid cracked and killed his parents, then took their credit cards and went on a $60,000 vacation with his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-112008229898525292?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/112008229898525292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=112008229898525292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/112008229898525292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/112008229898525292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-was-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111997848950072446</id><published>2005-06-28T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:08:09.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my uncle's dying. I know i've been saying this for the past few months, but he really is. He has stomach, neck, and jaw cancer that is going to his brain, and now he has pneumonia. The chemo is making him more sick, and not killing his cancer. This sucks. And this man already has the immune system of an AIDS patient in Antartica. Bad news, folks. He'll probably die really really soon, and i dont think that there's any way i'm going to go see him. He is bedridden in california. And i am sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: my mom is insane. And i feel like a bad person. Oh well. Today her cart thingy broke and so now we're all just so pathetic. She can't really leave the hotel room and makes me do shit for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Karma? For.. i dont know. Being a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is falling apart, and i'm so rediculously homesick. I just want everything to be normal and ok.&lt;br /&gt;Someone should send me an email. I'm lonely. slinkypandemonium@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111997848950072446?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111997848950072446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111997848950072446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111997848950072446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111997848950072446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-my-uncles-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111977844977687488</id><published>2005-06-26T03:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:34:09.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i just had a dream that my 4 year old cousin put a bunch of nail polish in her hair and then stuck the nail polish bottles in it. And then we cloned my dog, and there were 3 identical fatties all running around. Fucking wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111977844977687488?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111977844977687488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111977844977687488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111977844977687488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111977844977687488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111972490240193740</id><published>2005-06-25T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:41:42.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry dogs eat dirty pudding</title><content type='html'>mood:tired&lt;br /&gt;music: madness- baggy trousers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. I had a good day. My friends are gone. Booooo. And for most of it they wouldnt hang out with me cause they had to go pack and get ready and stuff. Boo for that. Oh well. I sat in the gayest gay park ever and watched a man dance around to really loud techno in a chicken suit. Haha. Classy. Anyway. Lots of gay boys eating croissants and people with their families and really old lesbian couples and such. And a man in a chicken suit, dancing and dancing and dancing. hahahahaha. Awesome. Paige would have re-created the chicken fight scene from family guy (if you dont know what im talking about, it's probably cause you're not cool enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went shopping, and realized how not-girl i am. I went with Vicki and sat around with all the girl's boyfriends waiting for their girlfriends to try stuff on, and then she'd come out and show me something she was trying on and id go "that's nice" and shed go try something else on.  Haha. I felt like such a man. ::scratches butt and burps:: mmm. OH! but the things i bought are AWESOME. (awesome aviators, cool socks, a book of random words (hungry dogs eat dirty pudding), heat pack thingees shaped like a heart, a PIG CATAPULT!!, a stooges cd and a Madness cd. YAAAAY madness. YAAAAAAY stooges. YAAAAAY new stuff. I'm so excited, i could fall over. Oh. Plus i'm really hyper. I ate wine gums (the really hard, slightly alcoholic-tasting, grosser british version of fruit snacks, i think) and now i'm realllly hyper and kind of want to puke. They're gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Hope you all are having fun in colorado.&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111972490240193740?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111972490240193740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111972490240193740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111972490240193740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111972490240193740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/hungry-dogs-eat-dirty-pudding.html' title='Hungry dogs eat dirty pudding'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111965191384095568</id><published>2005-06-24T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:25:13.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My headphone cord keeps getting tangled like a one-legged malaysian hooker on a thursday night.</title><content type='html'>mood: mucho better. still homesick.&lt;br /&gt;music: some crap movie that's on tv and in french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Nothing really new to say. I sat around at Caitlyn's house today with vicki and caitlyn and we watched a bunch of movies. And it made me wish paige was there. I'm really sad cause all the new friends i made are all leaving on sunday and not coming back until after i leave. Boo, summer vacation. But on the bright side, we're all going clubbing tomorrow in Soho. Should be exciting... i've never been clubbing before but Soho is a sweet area so it should be cool. If all else fails, i'll just get drunk enough not to care and then we'll go wreak havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. last night i told caitlyn that my "boyfriend" was actually a girl named Paige. She brought it up, actually. Asked me what "the person i'm dating's name is" and i said "Paige." and then she was like "i knew it" and we got in this huge discussion (which wasn't really a discussion, more like me talking about how much i miss her, la la la la) Oh well. I'll be able to talk to her soon, and then ill see her! :) Exciting. what, almost 15 days now? It gets less and less every time i think about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I think im watching the english version of the man show. There's a fat man on a horse with cake batter all over his face riding around london. Loverly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? the guy in this show just got hit in the head with a bunch of bottles. And i dont understand half the things hes saying, hes using so much british slang. ::confused:: ah, language. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm sitting here in a towel, so im going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1119651334-2.jpg?1203939179"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111965191384095568?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111965191384095568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111965191384095568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111965191384095568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111965191384095568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-headphone-cord-keeps-getting.html' title='My headphone cord keeps getting tangled like a one-legged malaysian hooker on a thursday night.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111948430196416441</id><published>2005-06-22T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:51:41.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep. I'm still alive.</title><content type='html'>mood: horrifically homesick.&lt;br /&gt;music: golden touch- razorlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm in london. As most of you know. And i'm so horribly homesick, I can't even believe it. I'm so homesick ive gotten past the pain-in-my-chest homesickness and onto the actual puking sick homesickness. I can't even believe how homesick i am. I miss all the people in Boulder, even those who i never thought i would miss. I even miss cleaning my room and moping about how my kitten doesn't love me. I even sort of miss New Vista, and all the drama bullshit. I miss sitting around in Paige's basement, rocking out to the sounds of whales and laughing about Stumpy the no-legged dog with helen. I miss serena. I miss liz. I'm really sad that i never got to see her when she got her wisdom teeth out. I miss lindsay. I miss dancing around and singing and being queer. I miss Paige's laugh, and I miss kissing her. I miss talking about Batman with Dylan. I miss my truck. I miss my puppy. I even miss my kitten, though i rarely see her anyway... she's often too busy stalking/killing things or sleeping to love me. I miss jessie. I miss lazing around with my cousin or jumping on the trampoline or eating ice cream. i miss paige's mom and her hilarity. I miss melissa, and her crazy lesbian shananigans and her crazy vegan food. I miss nicky. I miss knowing where i'm going.  I miss everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so homesick, being in one of the coolest places in the world isn't even fun anymore and i want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... my dad got an apartment. If he moves, i will be happy. But if he wants to bring me, that's too fucking bad for him cause im not leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111948430196416441?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111948430196416441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111948430196416441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111948430196416441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111948430196416441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/yep-im-still-alive.html' title='Yep. I&apos;m still alive.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111785332311520679</id><published>2005-06-03T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:48:43.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you and a half, I don't wanna fucking play.</title><content type='html'>mood: dont know&lt;br /&gt;music: devotchkas-wicked heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fired. haha. I suck. I was gonna go give my 2 weeks notice today, cause i'm sick of working there anyway, and my manager fired me on the spot. Boo. I suck. I'm sort of sad that I got fired. Makes me feel more worthless. anyway. I need a new job... any suggestions anyone? I'm going to be a nanny full time i guess, until i find something less boring and horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Paige is awesome. She bought me flowers and a smoothie and reeses, and came to see me. ::swoon::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the SATs at 7:30 tomorrow morning. :pukes all over everything::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the end of that game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111785332311520679?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111785332311520679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111785332311520679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111785332311520679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111785332311520679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/fuck-you-and-half-i-dont-wanna-fucking.html' title='Fuck you and a half, I don&apos;t wanna fucking play.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111776045762779058</id><published>2005-06-02T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:00:57.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: pissed off&lt;br /&gt;music: the virus- rats in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is a stupid whore who goes digging through my life to find anything she can, and then she takes that and uses it to make my life miserable. She showed up at my school today to talk to my teachers for NO REASON. They didn't call her or anything, she's just a stupid whore who gets bored and needs something to do, i guess. I kinda want to kill her. I'm so angry that she dug through my trash can to "find her cell phone" (and found beer caps) and went to school for no reason (and found out i'm fucked) What'll she do next? peel the paneling off of my bathroom "cause she's cleaning" and find coke? Stupid stupid stupid bitch. She then went to the parking lot at new vista, where i was standing, and yelled at me. Thanks, you dumb fat bitch. I'll put you in the cheapest, grossest home i can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I probably shouldn't be doing these things anyway, but whatever. I still blame her for snooping around. She wants me to change schools and wants "things to be different" ( i havent talked to her yet.) I hope these dont increase the chances of going to london. If my family moves, i'm going to kill something. And not go. They keep being like "oh, it's an option.. oh, it's not an option... blah blah blah" and confusing me. ARE YOU OR ARENT YOU MOVING YOU STUPID CIA WHORES? CAUSE I'M SURE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. And i'm stressing out about Paige. She's all dizzy all the time and wont go to the doctor... i hope nothing's wrong...i'm scared. Maybe i'm just crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::big sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha- Ive been doing this a lot lately- I google image searched "kill stuff" and came up with this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tfp.killbots.com/fanart/paul/070_ill-kill-you-too-buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111776045762779058?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111776045762779058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111776045762779058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111776045762779058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111776045762779058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/06/mood-pissed-off-music-virus-rats-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111747964312249538</id><published>2005-05-30T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:00:43.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood:half asleep, homicidal&lt;br /&gt;music: screeching weasel- love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owwwwwwie. my back hurts. mmmmmmmfffff. I had the world's craziest night last night. Me and melissa drank 'til we couldnt feel feelings any more, and then drunkenly went on an escapade around my neighborhood. Along the way we fell in a ditch, smoked a gazillion cigarettes, walked all the way to king soopers on a dirt path, got scared by the creek/dark, and went to the haunted house in my neighborhood. Quite the exciting night. Then we passed out... somewhere (in someone's lawn? Maybe?)... and then she woke up and woke me up i guess, cause i woke up in my bed to my mom yelling at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow. crazy- ass night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. my mom is being a whore. WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU CRAZY-ASS BITCH!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write later (which means, i'll write in like a week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111747964312249538?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111747964312249538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111747964312249538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111747964312249538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111747964312249538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/moodhalf-asleep-homicidal-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111708605323787374</id><published>2005-05-25T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:40:53.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: oh, the hilarity&lt;br /&gt;music: the mix helen made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy life. But in other news, oh the hilarity. My dad is definetely on a lot of drugs in london. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:24:40 PM): you can take time for yourself&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:24:49 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:24:49 PM): think about the possible&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:24:59 PM): visualize whirlled peas&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:25:24 PM): and when you think about the possible...&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:25:40 PM): then you can make plans to make the possible the reality&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:25:41 PM): it's a journey&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:25:47 PM): and you have the easy job&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:25:51 PM): are you on a bunch of drugs?&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:25:51 PM): just a step&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:04 PM): and the next step&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:04 PM): oh, and another&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:09 PM): see, it's not so hard!&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:26:16 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:26:18 PM): i dunno&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:18 PM): here, take my hand, we'll do the next one together&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:26 PM): see, that was easy.&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:34 PM): now, let out that tense breath&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:42 PM): let the shoulders relax&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:45 PM): now take another step&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:26:57 PM): gosh, we're 4 whole steps into the future by now.&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:27:05 PM): yes.&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:27:14 PM): now what's next?&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:27:21 PM): Oh, another step...&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:27:29 PM): the FUTURE AWAITS, OOH...&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:27:37 PM): there is no future&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:27:42 PM): just a series of steps&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:27:44 PM): in the here and now&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:27:46 PM): what did you eat today?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:27:51 PM): something with ACID on it?&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:27:57 PM): let the future take care of itselff&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:28:06 PM): just worry about that next step.&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:28:13 PM): see, it's easy&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:28:16 PM): i'm trying&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:28:23 PM): now, all together now...&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:28:38 PM): stepstepstep&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:28:40 PM): yep.&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:28:42 PM): stepstepstep&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:28:56 PM): and if you want to dance a step, feel free&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:03 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:05 PM): seriously&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:25 PM): did you eat some magical mushrooms?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:31 PM): or acid?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:33 PM): or uh&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:36 PM): some crack?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:42 PM): are you smoking crack?&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:29:47 PM): it's the standard english breakfast.  mushrooms, baked beans, fried tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:54 PM): yeah?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:29:57 PM): good food?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:31:50 PM): stepstepstep&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:32:09 PM): do you have some news for me on the college stepstepstep?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:32:26 PM): i think ive narrowed the list down to 4&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:32:30 PM): and...&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:32:39 PM): but then i keep finding more to research about&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:32:43 PM): i dunno&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:32:47 PM): stepstepstep&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:32:52 PM): there is no perfect answer&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:32:57 PM): just stepstepstep&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:33:12 PM): remember: The Journey&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:33:28 PM): yoda: life it is&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:33:42 PM): beloit, santa cruz, evergreen state, maybe cu&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:33:53 PM): where is evergreen state?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:34:03 PM): olympia, washington&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:34:18 PM): do you know when they have visitation programs?&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:34:25 PM): er, programmes?&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:34:29 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:34:33 PM): nice, euro dad&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:34:46 PM): stepstepstep&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:35:48 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;fujofish (11:35:54 PM): you like to type that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:36:10 PM): well, if you're lost and need to understand reality&lt;br /&gt;bbohannan@mac.com (11:36:27 PM): just be sure to take The Picture of Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Oh, the hilarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111708605323787374?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111708605323787374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111708605323787374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111708605323787374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111708605323787374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-oh-hilarity-music-mix-helen-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111699067164449261</id><published>2005-05-24T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:11:11.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know what to do with anything/myself/the world/love/the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111699067164449261?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111699067164449261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111699067164449261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111699067164449261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111699067164449261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-know-what-to-do-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111690716980818277</id><published>2005-05-23T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:59:29.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is emo. If you're in a good mood, don't read it. It'll ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: crushed&lt;br /&gt;music: smashing pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited. And then i was hanging out with her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to tell you something..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Fucking great. And then even after all that, I'm done asking her questions but i'm still sitting in my car, being deathly quiet, watching the trees and kids outside in the park, her mom calls. She yells at her and once again, I listen. I always take care of everyone. Who takes care of me?  Nobody. Not even myself. I don't know how, without talking to myself and being a crazy person. I guess I just drink beer. I hurt my jaw really bad trying to open a beer tonight, but still no luck. Oh well. Save me from myself I guess? I wish i had a bottle opener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone come take care of me? I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;If any more of you fuckers try to kill yourselves, I'll just about explode. Everyone should be happy. Maybe I should take my own advice, but then again you should too.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. I realize none of this makes sense. I'm very vague. If i feel like you should know, you should ask me and i'll tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111690716980818277?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111690716980818277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111690716980818277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111690716980818277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111690716980818277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111647562554061596</id><published>2005-05-18T22:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:07:05.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: sad and pissed off&lt;br /&gt;music: the dresden dolls- something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm trying to be nice to Mara... i went and talked to her, and called her and apologized for some shit that shouldn't have gotten back to her but did today. She was nice about it, i hope she wasnt doing that thing girls do where they act like they understand and then go behind your back and talk shit. That's annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if she gets all butt-hurt about me and dylan hanging out, Im going to slaughter her face. She's just scary manipulative and i hope she doesnt make him her bitch and not allow him to hang out with me or see me anymore. I dont know what i would do. I feel like such a stupid ass for letting all this happen, I don't really know what was going on. I know what i want but i still know what I want more, and i don't know how to work it into my attractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so: In conclusion, I'm a stupid moronic bitch face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111647562554061596?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111647562554061596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111647562554061596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111647562554061596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111647562554061596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-sad-and-pissed-off-music-dresden.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111647527863544262</id><published>2005-05-18T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:01:18.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a moron. MORON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111647527863544262?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111647527863544262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111647527863544262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111647527863544262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111647527863544262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-moron.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111629402064032548</id><published>2005-05-16T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:08:28.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: depressed and confused.&lt;br /&gt;music: dropkick murphys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Everything has gone to shit. Well...not really. but it sure as fuck feels like it. My doggy is sick and i have to take her to the vet every day for the next 4 days. Drop her off at 8 am, pick her up at 5 pm. Until she's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my uncle is very cancer-ridden. And dying. Soon i'm not going to have any relatives left. Spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm becoming increasingly dissatisfied with everything. I'm failing New Vista, which is a joke anyway. I feel retarded and I hate going there every day. Oh well. Summer soon, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night was fucking intense. Until 3 am shit was going down and then i stayed up until 5 or 6 crying and generally being pathetic, and then fell asleep, and then woke up in a panic cause i was late to go pick my puppy up from the emergency pet clinic. If you want to know what went down, talk to me. I dont feel like posting it on my blog for all the people I dont know to read. But it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just generally feel like shit. What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm being too clingy. Or something. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go eat some noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111629402064032548?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111629402064032548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111629402064032548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111629402064032548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111629402064032548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/mood-depressed-and-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111605545853072940</id><published>2005-05-14T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:24:18.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am confused as fuck, and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to my girlfriend on the phone. She's really really drunk, i hope she's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get fucked up way too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Exchange is snotty and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queer prom tomorrow! excitingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That is all. My life in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111605545853072940?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111605545853072940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111605545853072940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111605545853072940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111605545853072940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-confused-as-fuck-and-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111462598142709884</id><published>2005-04-27T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T12:21:22.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like shit. Nuff said. Whatever sickness i have- everyone has it. It's pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i kind of want to die and then be magically not-dead when i get unsick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, boo. i have to work today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111462598142709884?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111462598142709884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111462598142709884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111462598142709884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111462598142709884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111439669642596967</id><published>2005-04-24T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:38:16.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A mind is a terrible thing to waste! You would gladly waste it just to just to save face!</title><content type='html'>mood:hyper, manic&lt;br /&gt;music: operation ivy-smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is at action shot and i'm not because 1. My mom is a bitch. 2. I went to my girlfriends dinner thingee for her birthday instead. 3. my mom wouldnt let me go afterwards cause she's a BITCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met paige's entire family today. Fucking scary as hell. she's all "come to a dinner party" and so i was thinking "okay, i'll go and there will be like 5 people" (like my tiny family) but no way was there 5 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were like 20 people, running around and drinking beer and just generally being crazy. SO INTIMIDATED! I walk in and walk around the corner and theres this HUGE group of people. And i was intimidated. Because clearly, i AM a 13-year old boy. haha, fun times though. It was like, the exact opposite of my family. (Small, sits around talking about the newest whatever and getting good grades and being pretty.) Crazy people throwing poppers at paige's mom (hilarious!) and anime geeks (if youre reading this, you rock... no worries!) and dogs and children and fried chicken everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And i have these handcuffs on my belt, and i walk out and some old man (grandpaish character?) makes some comment on how i should use my handcuffs on paige for her birthday. And i wanted to die. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action shot, why are you breaking up? I am sad. And stuck in my room with 2 4-page papers to write. Boo and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO RUN AROUND AND SKANK MY BRAINS OUT TO ACTION SHOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::pouts::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111439669642596967?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111439669642596967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111439669642596967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111439669642596967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111439669642596967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/mind-is-terrible-thing-to-waste-you.html' title='A mind is a terrible thing to waste! You would gladly waste it just to just to save face!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111396760900469209</id><published>2005-04-19T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:26:49.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4/20 makes me sick. it's absolutely retarded that people need a day to religiously get high. That takes all the fun out of the adventure. Plus, all of Boulder's gonna be really rediculously retarded tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111396760900469209?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111396760900469209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111396760900469209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111396760900469209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111396760900469209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/420-makes-me-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111396637669342793</id><published>2005-04-19T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:06:16.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: heifer-esque. So full of chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;music: some hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. nothing to really say. i just thought i'd update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kitten is walking around my room. it's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. i went to prom. Pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113798513-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly=confused=hilarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113798445-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me+ paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113800013-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113799952-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige and beau sure do dance good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113798575-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hovav is the coolest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113966453-2.jpg?1273516032"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dylan is way drunk. But still looks snazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113798543-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helen and liz are way sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113799984-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indy train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a tattoo. Damn not being 18... damn it to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss jessie. i need to hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111396637669342793?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111396637669342793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111396637669342793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111396637669342793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111396637669342793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-heifer-esque.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111353566354902738</id><published>2005-04-14T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:27:43.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the bitch who has everything</title><content type='html'>Dear Mara,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you more than anything in the world and someday i'll punch your untouchable pig face in and everyone will spit on you and see you for the backstabbing whore that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear world,&lt;br /&gt;I realize i brought this on myself. If i knew why, i wouldnt be so confused. And thus, better. Dont comment telling me i have no reason to cry. I realize this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my dad made me a comic of some pictures we took. Wierd old man. I sort of miss him, which is strange cause normally i'm wishing that he got cancer. Here is the wierd comio he made me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f606.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter/Page_1.jpg?viewimg=1&amp;box=Inbox&amp;MsgId=9339_4095530_72089_1390_84205_0_1784_113169_3873068102&amp;bodyPart=1&amp;filename=Page_1.jpg&amp;tnef=&amp;YY=40459&amp;order=down&amp;sort=date&amp;pos=0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111353566354902738?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111353566354902738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111353566354902738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111353566354902738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111353566354902738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-bitch-who-has-everything.html' title='For the bitch who has everything'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111333073814567125</id><published>2005-04-12T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:32:18.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To prepare yourself for marriage you must think: I am going to to bury this person.</title><content type='html'>mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;music: my hotel room. So uh... nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Art museum day! Pictures up the wazoo. (also, i havent posted all of them. go to http://sporadicfujo.buzznet.com/ for more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113329531-2.jpg"&gt; the inside of the art museum we were in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113329900-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113329894-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face in a bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113329915-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113329929-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a fortress of hangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Fun with modern art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you suckas are enjoying school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111333073814567125?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111333073814567125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111333073814567125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111333073814567125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111333073814567125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-prepare-yourself-for-marriage-you.html' title='To prepare yourself for marriage you must think: I am going to to bury this person.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111319086657910244</id><published>2005-04-10T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:41:06.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(oh yea. The reason why there's so many pictures of trees is not cause i'm just wierd. Every year these cherry trees bloom for  2 oe 3 days out of the whole year. It's impossible to predict when they're gonna bloom, and they're the most beautiful things ever. Flowery trees all over washington dc. Anyway. We're here during the only 2-3 days they bloom, and so that's whats with the pictures.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111319086657910244?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111319086657910244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111319086657910244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111319086657910244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111319086657910244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111319064489628973</id><published>2005-04-10T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:37:24.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dont like it, THROW IT ON THE FLOOR!</title><content type='html'>mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;music: nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. I'm in washington dc. So far we've stayed in a fancy hotel, taken a bunch of pictures of trees, been hoitey-toitey, eaten yummy breakfast, been woken up at the crack of dawn, and hung out with crazy chileans. Oh man. Today. We went to this woman's house... she lives down the street from bush's sister and there's secret service people all over their neighborhood all the time apparently. It's this HUGE house with all these fancy things all over it. Anyway. I was talking to her husband, and he was the most hilarious person ever. He would serve me all this yummy cheese and dip and stuff as an appetizer and then say (In a really heavy chilean accent) "This is Brie. If you dont like it, THROW IT ON THE FLOOR!" and the best part was that he would say it in such a jolly voice. He also told these crazy stories that went on forever and then just ended. He told us this story about this guy who worked all his life for this huge fancy house, and moved to an island and built this huge fancy house, and brought his kids there, and made a life, and made it perfect, and then at the end of his story he goes "And one day he was driving around in a jeep and BAM! He died. Jeep rolled over and he died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the hilariosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. It is really late here, and i have to get up at the CRACK OF FUCKING DAWN to go to some crap meeting with my dad about this dinner we're here for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are having fun living in igloos, it's 80 degrees here, clear skies, with shorts and sun. It's beautiful. Oh well. I'm sure no-pants girl is having fun in her miniskirt with the 2 feet of snow you guys have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm hoping you have a snowday, btw. Dont comment telling me you hate me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. And what blog entry would be complete without pictures? Not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113189904-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113189911-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113189920-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again! And i look like a little, innocent girl. With a flower in my nose. MM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1113189962-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crazy chileans! (but, unfortunately, not the hilarious guy. Just his hilarious family.boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now! See you fools on wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111319064489628973?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111319064489628973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111319064489628973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111319064489628973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111319064489628973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-you-dont-like-it-throw-it-on-floor.html' title='If you dont like it, THROW IT ON THE FLOOR!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111305525041714149</id><published>2005-04-09T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T08:00:50.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>come home smelly!</title><content type='html'>mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;music: fyp- toys that kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. so. It is really early in the morning, and i realize this. New exciting things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dylan is coming climbing with me a whole bunch, its so rockin!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm less confused about stuff and more relaxed&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm going to washington dc in 2 minutes to visit my dad and go to some fancy conference thingee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. I think thats it. If i'm gone and you dont know where i went, that's where i went. To washington dc. And i will be back wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111305525041714149?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111305525041714149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111305525041714149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111305525041714149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111305525041714149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/come-home-smelly.html' title='come home smelly!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111258242030757720</id><published>2005-04-03T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T20:40:20.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mood: something.&lt;br /&gt;music: If you love somebody set them on fire- dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm kind of sad. But okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/twistedthoughts/1052020404_uarebender.gif" border="0" alt="you are bender"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Bender Bending Rodriquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/twistedthoughts/quizzes/What%20Futurama%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Futurama 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;Also, there is a large parachute in my room. This makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Go see Sin City. It's fucking awesome. But first, read the graphic novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111258242030757720?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111258242030757720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111258242030757720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111258242030757720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111258242030757720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/mood-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111247781462229855</id><published>2005-04-02T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:36:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>So my dad is gone. To london. For several months at least. (minus visiting trips.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to the airport and it was almost sort of sad. Him and my mom are so cute. Love is so cute. She cried and he held her going "i love you i love you i love you" and they kissed and it was quite possibly the cutest thing ever. I wish i had my camera. Old people in love is so rediculously cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I dont have anything of any importance to say, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody comments on my blog anymore. This is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111247781462229855?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111247781462229855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111247781462229855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111247781462229855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111247781462229855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111242508211564527</id><published>2005-04-01T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:58:02.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This aint no brain! This here's a damn bees nest!</title><content type='html'>mood: sore&lt;br /&gt;music: The cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face hurts. I really think i fucked it up. Fucking ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realllllllly wish Mara would be eaten by demons. Her and stupid Emma fucking "crevass of death" Cox. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1112424957-2.jpg?1608203691"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know i'm retarded, childish, and mean. Don't comment telling me this. Oh, and i know my demons suck. I was lazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was snarfing around... and i found this: Myspace for your pets.&lt;br /&gt;http://burnerkitty.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. People are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else to say. Anyone want a job at buffalo? They're hiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111242508211564527?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111242508211564527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111242508211564527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111242508211564527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111242508211564527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-aint-no-brain-this-heres-damn.html' title='This aint no brain! This here&apos;s a damn bees nest!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111233172114476345</id><published>2005-03-31T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:02:01.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><content type='html'>mood: good&lt;br /&gt;music: radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really good. i'm really happy with the way things are going with dylan. We're so close and at the same time there is so much freedom. I love hanging out with him and i still love it when he calls me several times a day. I love how understanding he is with this whole situation, and i love how our relationship is. I might get a new exciting girlfriend and i'm so happy that he's still so close to me. I'm so happy. so happy so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our entire school is talking about me and dylan. Even teachers. I cant decide how to feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. In other news: My dad moves to london on saturday. For several months. Fucking rock. I mean, i guess i'll probably miss him and stuff, but it's still exciting. I get a new prius. I can smoke lots of pot and do stuff again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige and i made a fort in my room. It's rockin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anything else to say. I'm talking to dylan on the phone, and it's making me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111233172114476345?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111233172114476345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111233172114476345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111233172114476345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111233172114476345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/mmm_31.html' title='mmm'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111204530157956796</id><published>2005-03-28T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T14:28:21.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: frustrated&lt;br /&gt;music: People are strange- the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo! my truck ran out of gas in my driveway. Laugh it up, losers. At least it says "Magestic Stallion" on the side of it. I bet none of your cars say that. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr, but now i cant do anything. I have to pick my cousins up in like, a half hour. And i have no car. Interesting, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuckity fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come save meeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, my house is clean. There are little hispanic women running around, cleaning and cleaning and cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooooooooeeeeeeooooeeeooo,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111204530157956796?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111204530157956796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111204530157956796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111204530157956796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111204530157956796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-frustrated-music-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111190440921414305</id><published>2005-03-26T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:20:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You shook me all night long</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom teeth got taken out, hurts like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors are singing drunkenly to ACDC's "You shook me all night long." Fucking hilarious. They're all inside their house too and even through 2 closed windows and a yard i can hear the drunken words. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing pretty good, i guess.  Dylan and I broke up, but it's okay. I feel bad for being such a bitch, but i guess this is something i need to sort through on my own? i dont know. I'm one confusing motherfucker, especially to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. My neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are now drunkenly singing to Shaggy's "Angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are my ::drunken incoherence:: you're my darlin, baby! ::drunk drunk drunk:: fish you are to meeeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111190440921414305?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111190440921414305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111190440921414305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111190440921414305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111190440921414305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-shook-me-all-night-long.html' title='You shook me all night long'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111172159202393913</id><published>2005-03-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:33:12.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a complete asshole. I'm sorry. I dont know why this is this way or why i feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just trust me that things will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: it was my birthday yesterday. Happy birthday to me. Thanks to melissa, paige, liz, lindsay, roxanne, cheyenne,my mom, my dad, and especially dylan. I had the most rockingest birthday ever. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a parachute for my birthday. Happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111172159202393913?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111172159202393913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111172159202393913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111172159202393913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111172159202393913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-like-complete-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111095238517681096</id><published>2005-03-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:53:05.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake.</title><content type='html'>I feel like i've stolen everyone's identity and turned it into myself. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like i like things i shouldnt like and tell people (especially melissa) way too much about shit i like and shouldnt. &lt;br /&gt;I feel dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;I feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i never help my friends when they need it, but i bitch about how much i need the world&lt;br /&gt;I feel ugly as hell today&lt;br /&gt;I feel like not doing my graduation proposal&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i never help anything&lt;br /&gt;I feel awkward&lt;br /&gt;I feel unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;I feel busy&lt;br /&gt;I feel needy&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating a box of gummy worms&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111095238517681096?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111095238517681096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111095238517681096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111095238517681096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111095238517681096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/fake.html' title='Fake.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111095181445996467</id><published>2005-03-15T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:43:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate pudding= teh shit</title><content type='html'>mood: okay&lt;br /&gt;music: johnny cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. today. I am pmsy, confused, tired, and cold. Per usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say. I went to this play at new vista and miriam rocked it up in it. And at the end there was mad dancing to michael jackson. All in all, a good time. Oh. also went to play pool with Paige and went to red robin with Paige and Will. WILL IS LIZ'S BROTHER! good god. Didn't know that. Almost fell off my chair when i heard. Was amazed. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm sitting in my room, drinking orange juice and dreading the proposal  i have to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days until my birfday! I'm excited. Maybe ill convince my parents to go visit russia for a weekend and throw a mad party. (not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night,  everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111095181445996467?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111095181445996467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111095181445996467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111095181445996467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111095181445996467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/chocolate-pudding-teh-shit.html' title='Chocolate pudding= teh shit'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111073331382737059</id><published>2005-03-13T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:04:00.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige, Abby, and the box.</title><content type='html'>So my family got a new tv,and we stole the box to color in and play in because clearly, we are 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1110732539-2.jpg?1516393645"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are watching tv in the box, yes we are. Paige is examining a smushed orange dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1110731777-2.jpg?1497332040"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese larvae in pageland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1110732233-2.jpg?1816980835"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paiges groupies (consist of a lot of girls with big big boobs and some guy doing the disco/jerking off with a flacid penis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1110732166-2.jpg?300762637"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige vs. me. (i'm the giant chicken. Paige has rabies. We both have knives stabbing us in the face. We're also terrorizing the town under the "fagular" clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1110731743-2.jpg?186289016"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud o' poop of poop. No explanation for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1110731763-2.jpg?2100061295"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Clearly, we're in a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1110731722-2.jpg?735125283"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige is a loser. She had "loser" written on her face but  she tried to wash it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, me and paige are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: the guy who was gonna pay me $250 to draw 5 logos for his company definetely got arrested a few days ago for having sex with some 15 year old in minnesota. He's like, 41. Figures. Sorry gwenna, no money for us. Thanks anyway for helping. I wonder how long you can stay in jail for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dylan. And i cant go see him cause it's snowing and i would need a snowmobile to get to his house with my driving skills. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry! (and this post is way too long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111073331382737059?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111073331382737059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111073331382737059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111073331382737059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111073331382737059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/paige-abby-and-box.html' title='Paige, Abby, and the box.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111065486590317949</id><published>2005-03-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:14:25.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aieee..... scared.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::hides::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111065486590317949?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111065486590317949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111065486590317949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111065486590317949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111065486590317949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/aieee.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111060670020085825</id><published>2005-03-11T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:51:40.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brainfreezes=teh suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm at home on a friday night, cause i am cool. Nothing really interesting happened in my day, i guess.. i went to the Safe Schools Leadership Coalition (queer conference) which was cool. Lots of hot girls, and lots of ugly lesbians hitting on me and melissa. 'specially lester. Anyway. Enough. &lt;br /&gt;Today at buffalo, i met the new employee. His name is John and he looks EXACTLY like Tom Cruise. It's hilarious. People (especially tourists from other countries) ask him if he's tom cruise all the time and he fucks with them by telling them yes. Anyway. It's hilarious. But he's cool. Yay for one more person who works at buffalo exchange and isn't a coke-obsessed snobby ass! ( or a girl. Now 2 of the 8 employees are boys. No wait, 3! a new record!! Awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I like him. He's funny. Someone should come in and ask for his autograph or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but on the bad side, the pants i designed for buffalo got STOLEN. Right off the pants rack. Fucking retarded. oh well. They're gonna pay me anyway. But seriously, who would steal them? they were only like 20 bucks. For pants. Really really cool pants. Is that horrible? Maybe ill take it as a compliment- someone HAD to have them but didnt have $20. Oh well. Rip off buffalo til the cows come home, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to kill that ringtone frog. Seriously. "The coolest ringtone in the world"? What self-respecting cretin would buy that? Or even download it for free? It's so annoying. "Bum bum bum bada ding ding ding ding ding!" ::BANG::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. my toe hurts. and theres a wierd bump on it. Maybe i have toe cancer. Cause i KNOW you were all just dyyyyying to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima go read this book i stole from dylan- "Youth in Revolt" (about a sex-crazed  14 year old boy so far) because its funny. Yay reading, boo being social!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secretly, ill cry cause im too lazy to go to parties tonight or go see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Helen- i hope you feel better. Stop dying!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I think you got me sick... you bastard! My tummy feels funny and im all coughy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111060670020085825?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111060670020085825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111060670020085825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111060670020085825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111060670020085825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/oww.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111043862461261476</id><published>2005-03-10T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:54:30.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm noodle bill!</title><content type='html'>1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (name of first pet + Street you live on): Fish Driftwood, (yeah, i had a fish named fish. I was a stupid little kid. I had 2 of them and their actual names were "Fish one" and "fish two" and everytime one died my parents would replace it and hope i didnt notice. And i never did until they told me....)&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favourite snack food + Grandfather's first name): Noodle Bill&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left + Favourite restaurant): Thin Carelli's&lt;br /&gt;4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favourite Spice + Last Vacation Spot): Ginger Canada&lt;br /&gt;5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied): Banana Penticton&lt;br /&gt;6. FLY GIRL ALIAS: (aka J.Lo) - (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name): A. Bo? Abo's? God, that's unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen): cookie olive oil&lt;br /&gt;8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favourite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School): puppy fairview/new vista&lt;br /&gt;9. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favourite Alcoholic Drink): Yoplait Beer&lt;br /&gt;10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived): Marie Kilkenny&lt;br /&gt;11. ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favourite Candy + Last Name Of Favourite Musician): Reeses Michaels&lt;br /&gt;12. GREASE ALIAS: (Favourite Swear Word + Last Word of Favourite Movie): Cunt Force (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Still want to kill my dad, but i guess i should cut him some slack, its not his fault he's such a fucking retarded parenty bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i guess i should sleep and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111043862461261476?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111043862461261476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111043862461261476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111043862461261476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111043862461261476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-noodle-bill.html' title='I&apos;m noodle bill!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111034001832490271</id><published>2005-03-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:46:58.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=pictures%2Bof%2Blincoln%2Bnebraska&amp;btnG=Google+Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://wtop.com/index.php?nid=104&amp;sid=436247&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111034001832490271?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111034001832490271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111034001832490271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111034001832490271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111034001832490271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/hahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111025429769521050</id><published>2005-03-07T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:58:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take him out back and rough him up a bit</title><content type='html'>So. My birthday is in 16 days. I think that's all i can say without sounding  like a total cynical bitch right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to make some money, ill pay someone like a hundred dollars to take my dad out back and rough him up a bit. Or just YELL at him for hours and hours. About nothing. Stupid reasons (exactly how he yells at moi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. im going to go lay in my bed. There's no hope for the peace and civility in my house anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111025429769521050?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111025429769521050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111025429769521050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111025429769521050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111025429769521050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/take-him-out-back-and-rough-him-up-bit.html' title='Take him out back and rough him up a bit'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111016089296303780</id><published>2005-03-06T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:01:32.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah. Ima be 17 in 17 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111016089296303780?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111016089296303780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111016089296303780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111016089296303780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111016089296303780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-111016072196181361</id><published>2005-03-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T18:58:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;music: action shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. Had a good weekend, i suppose. On thursday, kira, melissa, and i drove down to denver to go to the action shot/voodoo show and it was sold out. so we sat in the denver diner for a while, doing fucking nothing. Then went home. Then on friday i worked a lot, and saturday i opened AND closed... (shitty.) and then i hung out with dylan and he made me yummy breakfast in bed :) yay! and then i did homework. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a tattoo. Anyone want to underage tattoo me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-111016072196181361?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/111016072196181361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=111016072196181361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111016072196181361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/111016072196181361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/mood-tired-music-action-shot-mm.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110982789405946830</id><published>2005-03-02T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:38:32.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music: minor threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Just no. To all of tonight- fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i still had friends who liked going to shows and getting the shit beat out of them. I would like to do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  brittney- thanks for not getting too pissed when i stole your car and drove off with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110982789405946830?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110982789405946830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110982789405946830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110982789405946830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110982789405946830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/music-minor-threat-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110980255501775917</id><published>2005-03-02T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:29:15.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor=black cellspacing=2 cellpadding=10&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font face=verdana,arial,helvetica size=2&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=814&gt;&lt;font color=#505A84&gt;Which character from Alice in Wonderland Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=#505A84 size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheshire Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheshire cat confuses people for his amusement, but still, very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe. 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That would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT IS DONE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something is wrong with my printer. It will print the last page and a half of a document and then spaz the fuck out and then stop and flash lights for a little while and then print the whole document, start to finish. Wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do not care because I AM DONE WRITING MY PAPER AND I NEVER HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN! EVER! yaaaaaaY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110974122321132832?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110974122321132832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110974122321132832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110974122321132832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110974122321132832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-stud.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110972617359637640</id><published>2005-03-01T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:16:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTACK!</title><content type='html'>mood: gurgle...&lt;br /&gt;music: david bowie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gurrrrrgle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 page paper to write. Was due...monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrgh. Dont want to do it! Plus, my mom= cunt zilla/monster/extravaganza. She wont stop bugging me about stupid annoying things like what i ate for lunch and how i think something i did 4 months ago is going to affect me in 30 years. Stupid new vista classes that i take for a quarter dont determine shit, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to find a new friend with lots of personality, who will dance all night in the middle of the street and be crazy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::gurgle::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110972617359637640?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110972617359637640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110972617359637640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110972617359637640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110972617359637640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/03/attack.html' title='ATTACK!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110964683218052742</id><published>2005-02-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:13:52.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish right now i could have a big emotional sneeze that would shake the foundations of my very existence. And then i could go back to working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110964683218052742?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110964683218052742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110964683218052742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110964683218052742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110964683218052742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-wish-right-now-i-could-have-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110964633157446790</id><published>2005-02-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:12:35.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samoas!</title><content type='html'>mood: procrastinatory&lt;br /&gt;music: some ska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever have one of those weekends where you wake up and have nothing to do and then you lay around even though you have so much shit to do and then a few days later you realize how much shit you have to do and then you DONT DO IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. My life. Right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so behind in schoolwork it's not even funny. Seriously. Failing kind of not funny. Sheeyit. But on the bright side, i have samoas, crazy music, and my cleaning person came and cleaned my shit up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, crap. Plus i'm on UAS again. crappy crappy crappy. Sometimes i wish my parents would just give up already. But no, they dont. Oh well.. Today i went and took care of my cousin and we finger-painted with our toes. Which was so fun. She's really cute. Horrible, but still cute. How does she pull it all off? I wish i could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts. I hit it on my stove today. Ow. crappy to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eye hurts. And the girl on the Samoas box is really creepy. Am i the only one who thinks that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.parnasas.com/PopArena/Articles/potato/1newgraphics/cookies%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in almost 23 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110964633157446790?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110964633157446790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110964633157446790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110964633157446790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110964633157446790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/samoas.html' title='Samoas!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110957120833088805</id><published>2005-02-27T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:13:28.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Edward scissorhands</title><content type='html'>mood: content&lt;br /&gt;music: choking victim- five finger discount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. i had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up lateish, and went snowboarding with jessie. It was wicked fun... i like going with jessie cause she's so much better than me and kind of forces me to get better right away. anyway. that was fun. keystone= lots of old women in fake fur coats walking around enjoying mountain "scenery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i cut melissas hair. it's cute. Less mullety. Kind of looks like an upside down mullet, but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dylan. i want to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110957120833088805?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110957120833088805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110957120833088805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110957120833088805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110957120833088805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/like-edward-scissorhands.html' title='Like Edward scissorhands'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110945882124713910</id><published>2005-02-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:00:21.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really really want to scream at the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110945882124713910?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110945882124713910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110945882124713910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110945882124713910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110945882124713910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-really-really-want-to-scream-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110945847246284172</id><published>2005-02-26T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:55:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter.</title><content type='html'>Dear Buffalo Exchange employees, my parents, depression, mooches, 7-page papers, acne, stupid people, rage, stalkers, death, being too young, dry skin, itchy skin, gross messes, gas mileage, broken things, myself, my hair, George W. Bush, rules, things that need batteries, crappy music, people who ditch you, crappy days, Todd (the owner of buffalo exchange), UAs, my social life, stress, feeling ugly, jobs, money, chores, alcohol, and school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;   Abby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110945847246284172?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110945847246284172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110945847246284172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110945847246284172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110945847246284172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/letter.html' title='A letter.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110918819481979361</id><published>2005-02-23T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:51:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad, and the leftover crack.</title><content type='html'>mood: sick&lt;br /&gt;music: leftover crack- gay rude boys unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is in exactly one month! march 23! So you all better friggin remember. Cause nobody ever does. I hate birthdays. But i'm excited anyways. whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my puppy is sleeping on my bed which is cute but she sheds like mad. Maybe i should buy another dog bed? or put a sheet on my bed during the day? Eh. Whatever. I guess i cant be bothered. I could shave her? But then she would look even more retarded plus she would be cold all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i sang in performance ensemble, but apparently nobody could hear me cause the new vista microphone system= teh suck. But oh well. i was nervous as shit, but it was still fun. And i was really tired cause katie called me like 4 times in the middle of the night to tell me she was going to miss me when she went to boot camp. Huh. But now shes gone, apparently. If she shows up to oasos tonight cause "her flight got delayed", i very well may strangle her. And then get a restraining order. All's fun. Oh well.  If she did go, i wish her the best of luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for nutella-banana sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for leftover crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for getting out of school at 11:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for the end of this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110918819481979361?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110918819481979361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110918819481979361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110918819481979361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110918819481979361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-bad-and-leftover-crack.html' title='The good, the bad, and the leftover crack.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110891866531859785</id><published>2005-02-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T09:58:23.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queer prom!</title><content type='html'>mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;music: reel big fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. last night ALL these crazy people came to my house. melissa, travis, ian, cheyenne, roxanne, my aunt, her two kids, my parents, their friends... it was crazy. i babysat for a little bit and then... queer prom! whoo. so fun. They actually played good music ( i.e. Michael Jackson, the 99 luftballons song, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1108918269-2.jpg?2114639741"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all so hot at queer prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1108917589-2.jpg?996704363"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gay boy love train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1108917604-2.jpg?97201671"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute gay boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1108917618-2.jpg?1551802671"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hot hot hot date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1108918042-2.jpg?1625496692"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too cool for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... here's the hot girl: (the butch one in white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1108918054-2.jpg?1206805023"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here's melissa getting the hot girls #! (woooo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1108918067-2.jpg?1807736849"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much fun! dancing+craziness+good music+queer prom=teh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110891866531859785?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110891866531859785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110891866531859785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110891866531859785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110891866531859785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/queer-prom.html' title='Queer prom!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110861828176277711</id><published>2005-02-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:31:21.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the only black leprechaun!</title><content type='html'>mood: good&lt;br /&gt;music: night at the roxbury playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. i had such an amazingly awesome day. yay! I'm so happy. I woke up all early cause melissa was here, and STILL managed to be late somehow but my teacher was later! haha! victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that i played the sax for 2 hours, we're playing Take On Me by rbf, and people are strange by the doors, and doing a ska cover of hit the road jack. ITS GOING TO BE SO AWESOME. anyway, then teaching my healtherwood kids was fun, and after that i went and saw all the boulder high kids. I hung out with andy which was AWESOME. we went to my house, got super drunk, paige and brittney came, and we made won tons and watched aqua teen. Then we drove around town and went to oasos for a little while (literally. 15 minutes.) and then we left after picking up katie and went to penny lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at penny lane, there was this hilariously drunk guy who was wandering around going " I AM THE ONLY BLACK LEPRACHAUN! I WILL GRANT YOU SEVEN WISHES!!!" and wandering around granting wishes and saying how he got all mad at cops and cursed them. Then the owner came outside and told him to leave cause he was drunk and the guy walked away going " I AM THE ONLY BLACK LEPRACHAUN! I WILL CURSE YOU! NEVER AGAIN SHALL YOUR PENIS RISE!" and he ran off. drunk crazy people are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. im going to go watch night at the roxbury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110861828176277711?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110861828176277711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110861828176277711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110861828176277711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110861828176277711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-only-black-leprechaun.html' title='i&apos;m the only black leprechaun!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110856612956564554</id><published>2005-02-16T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T08:10:02.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stunning english.</title><content type='html'>mood: surpisingly energetic/optimistic&lt;br /&gt;music: cunninlynguists- lynguistics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. Melissa spent the night last night so i got up REALLY EARLY and got ready in about 15 minutes and so now i have nothing to do. So i'll write in my blog! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went to blockbuster and bought Night at the Roxbury (yes! EVERYONE NEEDS TO COME WATCH IT.) and Troy and then went back to my house and ate these really really good vegan chocolate chip/cranberry cookies that melissa made. yum yum yum.::munches:: Anyway. Troy is like 3 hours long, and we didnt feel like moving so we fell asleep and woke up early and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::munch munch:;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to apologize to everyone for me being so pmsy lately. But now i got my period, so hopefully i will be less bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to draw MORE logos for sarah and howard's company.... gwenna you wanna help? ill give you money.  They havent chosen one yet, but they liked the one with the stars and the blue E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something in my room smells the way yogurt tastes.... it's really disturbing.... and i dont know where it's coming from... there is also a slight scent of hampster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will go put my shoes on and go to school now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110856612956564554?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110856612956564554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110856612956564554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110856612956564554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110856612956564554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/stunning-english_16.html' title='stunning english.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110843254452309169</id><published>2005-02-14T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:55:44.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss hanging out with my friends without them NEEDING to get fucked up. i miss doing nothing with melissa all the time. i miss going over to jessies house and playing with all the new shit her dad bought. i miss hanging out with jessie without feeling like i'm just the replacement for when her other, better friends arent there. i miss getting little presents from people and then being happy for the rest of the day. i miss not driving. i miss ditching PIB la to go get $1 ice cream just cause it's snowing. i miss swimming. i miss giggling all the time for no reason. i miss being able to see without glasses. i miss real math. i miss not looking at flowers while wishing someone had gotten me some. i miss being dirty. i miss my purple/green/blue/orange/pink/red hair. i miss doing nothing and not be thinking about all the things i have to do. i miss laughing at prude, jewish boys. i miss watching ryan cram 6 french fries in each nostril. i miss punk rock stuff. i miss being friends with lola and julien and ellie and the whole crew. i miss sleeping with my kitten in my bed. i miss jessie's cat sleeping squished into my legs/stomach/boobs/back. i miss ditching swimming to get baked and clean my locker with alice. i miss getting really drunk and asking jessie if she thinks my parents will notice. i miss going to shows. i miss getting a buzz from a cigarette. i miss fairview school lunch french fries. i miss the ability to drink hard liquor without puking it all up. i miss feeling really exceptionally special. i miss being happy all the time. i miss haunted houses. i miss jessie's sink and how you step on it in order to get it to work. i miss not being stalked by crazy people. i miss mango chutney veggie burgers. i miss listening to stories told by crazy old people in missouri. i miss people not being dead. i miss not being aware of gay bashing.  i miss middle school crushes. i miss not covering my ass around everything i say, wondering if i'm going to get made fun of because of it. i miss bouncing around. i miss wreaking havoc. i miss friends who will tell me to shut the fuck up when i'm stupid and then stick with me no matter what i say and no matter what happens. i miss my old, broken cell phone. i miss my old, shitty music. i miss close family. i miss nice people. i miss not being taken for granted. i miss not taking things for granted. i miss laying in my bed every day after school because i have no job. i miss taking the bus to left hand books just to hang out with jessie and dylan and connor and alex for 4 hours. i miss feeling beautiful. i miss feeling special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS+valentines day= overwhelming feelings of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i got paid today and asked my manager to schedule me more so ill get paid more! (cross fingers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110843254452309169?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110843254452309169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110843254452309169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110843254452309169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110843254452309169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-miss-hanging-out-with-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110834517496012403</id><published>2005-02-13T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:39:34.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooooo happeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy pink elephant day. i'm full of yummy  food and about to go eat orange cheesecake... mmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110834517496012403?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110834517496012403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110834517496012403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110834517496012403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110834517496012403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/sooooo-happeeeeeee-happy-pink-elephant.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110824567426905319</id><published>2005-02-12T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:01:14.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>livin' in a box!</title><content type='html'>mood: happy, accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;music: box- mustard plug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really hate having a mac computer. I WANT TO PLAY SIMS 2 AND IT FUCKING WONT LET ME UNTIL MAY 30TH! BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I went to chez thuy last night and got this really really good soup, and then i put it in a container with a bunch of rice cause i wanted to eat rice with it and i go this morning and it's a BLOCK of soup-flavored rice. Its kind of gross. i put it in a bowl and it came out in the shape of the container. Gross gross gross!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, i got bored of blogging. Im going to shower and then go climbing with dylan :) I'm really excited, its gonna be fun. i'm a climbing geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110824567426905319?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110824567426905319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110824567426905319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110824567426905319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110824567426905319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/livin-in-box.html' title='livin&apos; in a box!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110819471195134928</id><published>2005-02-12T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:51:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like i should update...</title><content type='html'>but i have nothing to say. Shannon Gross is quite possibly the ugliest girl on the face of the planet. Including people whose faces are half eaten or half indented or soemthing. Plus, she has a really really ugly mullet and i want to point and say "mmmmmullet!" every time i see her. (but i dont.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i rearranged my room. thats new. Pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be the most rockingest day ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110819471195134928?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110819471195134928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110819471195134928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110819471195134928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110819471195134928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-feel-like-i-should-update.html' title='I feel like i should update...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110783122667516313</id><published>2005-02-07T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:53:46.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched the ice melt on the glass</title><content type='html'>mood: depressed, thinking&lt;br /&gt;music: the shins- young pilgrims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm sure this isnt the only blog post that will be written about this topic tonight. If you dont want to read about suicide, me whining, or if you're going to post some comment telling me how wrong i am in thinking this, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm kind of a GBLTQ rights advocate, and it makes me sad to know that eric killed himself on thursday. Apparently he had just come out to his parents a few days earlier, and they sent him to "straight camp." This just makes me pity humanity. Maybe pity isn't the right word. I didnt even know the kid that well... he sat behind me in Biology and we went to a few parties. I guess the reason why i'm so sad is because this is the shit we try to stop. And yet it still happens.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this just affects me too through other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are only 16 and nothing will be the same as it is right now"&lt;br /&gt;That's what they say. But it's true. Maybe that's why we keep going, we listen to what the experts say. Because if every bad day resulted in a suicide, the whole world would be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where i'm going with this. Don't call me cliche, asshole. I just dont know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110783122667516313?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110783122667516313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110783122667516313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110783122667516313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110783122667516313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-watched-ice-melt-on-glass.html' title='I watched the ice melt on the glass'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110771773836401690</id><published>2005-02-06T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T12:22:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;music: still rappin- haiku d'etat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had such a rockin day! i woke up next to dylan, and layed around for many many hours which was nice. i havent been able to do nothing in a while, and i love doing nothing with you ;) and then i painted his toes! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1107716568-2.jpg?1825574772"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that i hung out with helen and went climbing, which was ROCKIN! and then i went to elise's dance thing... she's such an amazing dancer. its beautiful. and she got to wear pajama pants during some of it!! YAY PAJAMA PANTS! Then after her dance thing i went to miriams party, danced around a bunch, and then left. I wanted to see kaley, but she didnt show up until after i left :( boo! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i lost all my motivation to write about 2 sentences into this post, but i just wanted to say good morning/afternoon to you all. call me today and hang out with me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110771773836401690?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110771773836401690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110771773836401690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110771773836401690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110771773836401690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/mood-happy-music-still-rappin-haiku.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110756771839952220</id><published>2005-02-04T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T18:41:58.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty exciting.</title><content type='html'>mood: gross&lt;br /&gt;music: lets dance- david bowie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i get to go to a fashion show! Whoo. I get to dress up and watch everyone get drunk and do coke and talk about whose ass hangs out of their pants the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i need to go exercise. I'm lazy and alice would come point and call me a chunky bitch (fuck you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fashion industry. By the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110756771839952220?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110756771839952220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110756771839952220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110756771839952220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110756771839952220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/pretty-exciting.html' title='Pretty exciting.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110749109546108417</id><published>2005-02-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:24:55.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=17807" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#000000 bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center bgcolor='083360'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=17807' target='_new' style='text-decoration: none;'&gt;&lt;font style='color : #ffffff; 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I never new little kids could generate that much puke. The best part was unclogging my sink (with gloves on) and getting wrist-deep in 6-year old vomit. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been working too much. Which makes me unhappy. This morning i drove to school crying and couldnt stop, it was bizarre. And Rona wont pay for my ticket, so i have to go to court and argue it. Pain in the ass. I'm better though. Dylan makes me really happy whenever i'm sad, which is good cause a lot makes me sad lately. moody much? I thought birth control was supposed to help that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving cigarettes... wierd cause i dont smoke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110748812169990178?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110748812169990178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110748812169990178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110748812169990178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110748812169990178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/as-much-as-i-love-to-clean-up-puke.html' title='As much as i love to clean up puke...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110740854443774588</id><published>2005-02-02T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:29:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>c'mon baby we're gonna make it</title><content type='html'>mood: fucking awful&lt;br /&gt;music: eyedea and abilities- exhausted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible day. I guess it was just one of those days where nothing goes right. I was late to class, my shoe broke, i lost my cell phone, etc etc. Oh. And cuntzilla (aka Rona) will still not give me a parking permit. It's rediculous that this has to be such a fight. So today i did things her way. I parked on one of the neighborhood streets (like she said to) and i got a $20 parking ticket. Thanks a lot, assholes. The marvelous part is that tomorrow ill show her the ticket and she wont give a damn. Its like the only way im going to get to do anything is if i quit my 2 jobs and take the bus to school. Fucking pain in the ass. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, i went to my CE which was fun, i guess. I photocopied things for 45 mins basically, and then left. I went and talked to Carla who told me that she couldnt do anything to help my parking dilemma, only told me to "make my decision and wait for things to get better" (ahem..while im waiting, WHERE DO I PARK MY CAR??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to get dylan and cried at him while he let me snot all over him and then he bought me ice cream. And then we went to my doctor and he blew off going home to sleep in order to hang out with me and all he got was a nice nap in my truck. And then i woke him up and he was in a really bad mood, and i felt so bad because it wasnt his fault my fucking doctor took so long but i guess thats how it goes. Nothing is really any of our faults, but yet we get the shit end of the stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what ive been doing wrong lately, but everything hates me. Karma is taking a big shit all over me and everything within my 6 foot armspan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also really sad cause today i was thinking about this girl who was my best friend last year, and then she moved on and found cooler people. And i started to think that maybe this girl was only my friend because there was noone else who liked the things she liked. So she put up with me being retarded so she'd have someone to hang out with. But it sucks, cause i dont feel like im her friend anymore. Anyway. Senseless drama babble. Ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id say something about katie being dramatic too but i think like 8 people would kick my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though i just bared it all, i will now be quiet. Besides, i started crying again. My eyes ache from crying so much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont see me at school tomorrow, its cause i couldnt find anywhere to park my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110740854443774588?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110740854443774588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110740854443774588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110740854443774588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110740854443774588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/02/cmon-baby-were-gonna-make-it.html' title='c&apos;mon baby we&apos;re gonna make it'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110723482802319708</id><published>2005-01-31T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:15:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cheston.com/pbf/PBF005ADNoSurvivors.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey Blanket was awesome. Too bad i had to go home early and too bad it was in a SNOWSTORM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dont really have much to say. Im sitting around in my underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110723482802319708?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110723482802319708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110723482802319708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110723482802319708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110723482802319708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110702493194788954</id><published>2005-01-29T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T11:55:31.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather die in the name of my favorite lunch meat</title><content type='html'>mood: happy&lt;br /&gt;music: Land of the free?- Sloppy joe solo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who alls going to the whiskey blanket show? YOU. YES YOU. You all better come. get your tickets, theyre going fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to write. I'm happy, and half braindead this morning. Ill just post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curled up in my papizon chair with a big, white, skinny, cute blanket named dylan wrapped around me. I am insanely happy. :) This morning i woke him up by taking pictures of him, cause he is insanely cute. i can't stand it. Pink Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1107024861-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1107024895-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1107024912-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all. I promise my next post will have something that is less soaked in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, that is all. I am soaked in love and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110702493194788954?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110702493194788954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110702493194788954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110702493194788954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110702493194788954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/id-rather-die-in-name-of-my-favorite.html' title='I&apos;d rather die in the name of my favorite lunch meat'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110687932802577484</id><published>2005-01-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:28:48.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>mood: exhausted, angry, garlicy&lt;br /&gt;music: mustard plug- Evildoers: Beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i found out that i have to write an essay, so this will just be a summary, cause i want to go to bed asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rona = Cuntzilla&lt;br /&gt;2. got 2.5-3 hours of sleep last night, up all night finishing this complicated project i really didnt have to do in the first place&lt;br /&gt;3. ate really garlicy, cheesy pasta. Dylan would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;4. In desperate need of snuggles. (i promise ill brush my teeth!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. i need to go to bed. Stuff is so stressful lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110687932802577484?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110687932802577484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110687932802577484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110687932802577484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110687932802577484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110680985297082796</id><published>2005-01-27T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T00:11:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckshit pretend blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 bgcolor=black cellspacing=2 cellpadding=10&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font face=verdana,arial,helvetica size=2&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=796&gt;&lt;font color=#505A84&gt;Which Ren and Stimpy Character Are You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=#505A84 size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;Powdered Toast Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powdered Toastman is everyone's favourite superhero and breakfast food huckster. Saving kittens, the Pope, and even the President are all just another day's work. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=796&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" border=0 src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz796outcome6.GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=796&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=2 color=white&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1 color=C0C0C0 face=verdana&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My movie is rocking. I am really really tired. I want to hold dylan for hours and hours and tell him i love him. I want coldstone ice cream. I want i want i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110680985297082796?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110680985297082796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110680985297082796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110680985297082796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110680985297082796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuckshit-pretend-blah-blah-blah.html' title='fuckshit pretend blah blah blah'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110662736937927688</id><published>2005-01-24T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:43:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass vase cello case</title><content type='html'>mood: sad for no reason&lt;br /&gt;music: whatever happened to my rock and roll- brmc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you all this one thing:&lt;br /&gt;If you've never been in love, dont even begin to fucking tell me what it's like. Following some guy around for a month because he has a nice ass is not being in love. It is you being retarded. I could go on for hours about that. But if you can't even begin to comprehend, dont talk shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go swimming. Today in my advisory we did this yoga stretch thing where we go into a streamline, and i really wanted to go swimming. It was nice. (the stretch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. i like my job more and more. It's getting a lot better now that i understand all the coked- up sarcasm coming from everyone. I only wish i was old enough to be a model for this stupid fashion show thats coming up. That would be fun. Am i too old/fat/not disgustingly flawless to want to start modeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you should leave an anonymous post and tell me who/what you like more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110662736937927688?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110662736937927688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110662736937927688' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110662736937927688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110662736937927688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/glass-vase-cello-case.html' title='Glass vase cello case'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110653559717651551</id><published>2005-01-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T19:59:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110653559717651551?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110653559717651551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110653559717651551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110653559717651551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110653559717651551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-happy-happy-happy-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110626841394002651</id><published>2005-01-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T17:46:53.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protest day!</title><content type='html'>mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;music: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i skipped school and went to go protest the inaguration. Way fun. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1106267680-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;massave petition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1106268013-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1106268067-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more, go to http://sporadicfujo.buzznet.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110626841394002651?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110626841394002651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110626841394002651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110626841394002651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110626841394002651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/protest-day.html' title='Protest day!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110616642106062732</id><published>2005-01-19T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:27:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America Makes me Sad.</title><content type='html'>mood: sad&lt;br /&gt;music: more opivy. It never stops. Its like the song that never ends cause IT NEVER ENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some poll today that was kind of old about who is better: Bush or Kerry. I know this elections over, and if you comment telling me that you should shut the fuck up. It's so amazing to me how ignorant over half of America is. Really. The most common anti- kerry pro-bush comment was "vote for bush, Kerry is a fag and a nazi." Sweet jesus. 51% of our voting population has the mentality of a 4-year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tomorrow i get to not go to school and go down to denver, to the capitol, at 12:00 pm and protest inaguration day. If you can, you all should come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sickened by our country and the morals it holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110616642106062732?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110616642106062732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110616642106062732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110616642106062732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110616642106062732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/america-makes-me-sad.html' title='America Makes me Sad.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110610759701503294</id><published>2005-01-18T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:06:37.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a freeze up comin!</title><content type='html'>mood: tired&lt;br /&gt;music: Smiling- OpIvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. New day o' school. Not so bad. Forgot i SUCK AT PLAYING IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE when i attempted (badly) to play my saxophone today. I'm pathetic. Stage fright? I swear i dont suck that bad when im by myself. Anyway. Everyone posts their schedules, i might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st period- NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;AM block- Sociology&lt;br /&gt;Seminar- Performance ensemble&lt;br /&gt;PM block- Statistics (ewwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 classes. Take that, fairview/boulder/centaurus/monarch bitchezzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickening part!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/thumb-msg-1106106744-2.jpg?id=814076&amp;r=1229384432"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture would be the cutest ever if it werent so blurry and therefore tiny. But only one special person will know what this is. This picture makes me want to pounce on you and roll around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1106106844-2.jpg?496004156"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine!! ( i might have already posted this picture. But it is cute. ) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1106106716-2.jpg?59023195"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am a big dork who continues to take pictures of her cat and put them on her blog. Shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, sickening part over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i hung out with Ashley which was rockin! She has so many crazy sisters/dogs/pets running around her house, i love it. There is always something going on and always something to do. Plus, she has a cool snake which was SOOOOO COOOL! i love the way snakes move. Its one of the coolest things i have ever seen. I had a lot of fun playing around ashleys house. Everywhere you go in her house is somewhere completely different, with lots of personality of that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else to say. I have really yummy black cherry juice (sounds wierd, but good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my classes work out, its hard to not hug dylan every second im in stats, and i hope i get less stage fright, i hope gwenna is doing okay (i love you!) and i hope someone pees in alex's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110610759701503294?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110610759701503294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110610759701503294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110610759701503294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110610759701503294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/theres-freeze-up-comin.html' title='There&apos;s a freeze up comin!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110592044001049720</id><published>2005-01-16T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:07:20.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a good day for a birthday!</title><content type='html'>mmm. So it is 5:00, and i have done NOTHING today except lay around and take pictures of my kitty. I am still in my pajamas. Good god I'm boring. Maybe ill grow up to be a little old lady with 80 cats and i will die alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105864657-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105864675-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of my nose STILL HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::pouts::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110592044001049720?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110592044001049720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110592044001049720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110592044001049720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110592044001049720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-is-good-day-for-birthday.html' title='Today is a good day for a birthday!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110590919677191870</id><published>2005-01-16T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:59:56.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hells yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074669322' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name:' value='Abby' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Favorite Food:' value='cheesy noodles' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Wants to Bang you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/~retro4/johnny_depp003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;This many times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;204&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='phobia'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074669322'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. I'm half awake, listening to blondie. Call me today and hang out with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110590919677191870?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110590919677191870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110590919677191870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110590919677191870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110590919677191870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/hells-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110586329874931138</id><published>2005-01-16T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T14:00:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There once was a girl who lived in a beautiful castle</title><content type='html'>mood: happy, sexy&lt;br /&gt;music: miles davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. I had an absolutely EXCELLENT day aside from the whole talking to my dad aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my last post i was all crying and upset, and my mom was all "oh honey, come here and let me pluck your eyebrows. You will feel better." Haha. My mom is funny. But now i am wonderfully tweezed, which is happy i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that i went and hung out with Brittany and she bought me the movie Gia which makes me super happy, i love that movie. After that, Dylan took me out to dinner (originally at Carelli's, but the wait was super long. But if you get some money and a chance to go there, do. Its super good.) Anyway, so we went to the Olive Garden - breadsticks and salad and pasta galore! It was all sweet and romantic except dylan wouldnt stop talking about comics. Haha, just messing with you. Pink Elephant. And the other day he brought me cheesecake at Buffalo... mmm. You rock. &lt;br /&gt;Pink elephant x waybiggerthananyoneevenknows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of my nose really really hurts. Maybe i should quit picking at it, its making it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go do heroin and rape some blind quadraplegic 8 year-olds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110586329874931138?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110586329874931138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110586329874931138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110586329874931138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110586329874931138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/there-once-was-girl-who-lived-in.html' title='There once was a girl who lived in a beautiful castle'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110582463983519016</id><published>2005-01-15T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T14:30:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: angry&lt;br /&gt;music: E+A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is mostly just me bitching, so if you dont want to hear that dont read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush's inaguration party/ball/whatever is going to cost tens of millions of dollars. I find this fucking rediculous. How could over half of our ignorant country vote for that? He's going to hold SEVEN balls around how awesome he is and all of the rich, white, gay-hating, gun-toting republicans will come whooping and hollering. With the money he is wasting he could have bought 200 brand new, fully-equipped hummers to help fight in iraq, he could have given 20 MILLION sick children all their lifetime vaccinations worldwide, and he could have used that money to help people and STOP BEING SUCH AN ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud to be an american. Who has dual citizenship who wants to marry me and run away with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will convince dylan that england isnt so bad and we will run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. And my dad is a sniveling little cock. He wont stop nagging me about "my future" since Oh god, i am CLEARLY not doing anything. Just sitting around and smoking pot, being unemployed, without a car, and no dreams. Nothing i am interested in AT ALL. Oh yes. I am CLEARLY GOING DOWN THE DRAIN since i have a year and a half to figure where i want to go anyway and of course i am doing NOTHING to change that.  Good god. I hope he chokes on his own saliva and dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go. And stop ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110582463983519016?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110582463983519016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110582463983519016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110582463983519016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110582463983519016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-angry-music-ea-this-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110581836543102590</id><published>2005-01-15T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T12:46:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiling when your friends are watching YOU!</title><content type='html'>mood: happy, bouncy&lt;br /&gt;music: Operation Ivy- Smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that it is saturday morning, ive already had an awesome weekend, and i dont have to do ANYTHING related to school except play my saxophone a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the downside, my tummy hurts like a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man oh man oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a tattoo of the opivy skanking guy on the back/side of my calf. For all of you who dont know what that is, its this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.beyondmainstream.com/img/cover_operation_ivy.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would i get sick of this in 10 years? Hrmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Last night was a good night. Hung out with melissa, emily, emily, johnny, courtney, zach, katie, and that stupid girl shannon (who, by the way, has probably the worst mullet ive ever seen in real life and i dont think she realizes it.) and some other people i didnt know. We all went to IHop for like 2 hours, and sat around, and then went back to my house and ran around and took pictures and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently a lot of crazy people read my blog. Comment if you're crazy and you read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a good mood. I want to dance around in my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i just might!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110581836543102590?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110581836543102590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110581836543102590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110581836543102590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110581836543102590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/smiling-when-your-friends-are-watching.html' title='smiling when your friends are watching YOU!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110560021865651847</id><published>2005-01-12T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T00:10:18.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger Zone!</title><content type='html'>::shakes fist at dylan::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: sexy&lt;br /&gt;music: Shake it up- the cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. It's all late. I should be sleeping. BUT NOOO. I AM UP AT MIDNIGHT TAKING RANDOM PICTURES AND CUTTING UP MY CLOTHES. (and then sewing them back together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105599470-2.jpg?1048184411"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me fucking around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105598764-2.jpg?1619731765"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new pants! and a shirt! that is all cut up in the back. And stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. My day. Uhh... went to school, went to LONGMONT! with helen, hung out with my dylan, went to oasos, sat on pretty girls and drank coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. By the way: In the words of helen, longmont makes her feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105600138-2.jpg?1492692774"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(helen is way better at making that face than i am, but oh well i tried.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just go to bed so im not delirious like this tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110560021865651847?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110560021865651847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110560021865651847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110560021865651847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110560021865651847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/danger-zone.html' title='Danger Zone!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110549913721490060</id><published>2005-01-11T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:05:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stop talking to me. I'm dreaming about you and it's confusing!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i.myspace.com/70/18/1998107/14753245_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha. Don Hertzfeldt is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say, so i will post a bunch of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;Which Family Guy character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink elephant. Je t'aime. Ik zie je graag. Te Quiero. 我爱你. Wo aie ne. Ich liebe Sie. l'amo. Ik houd van u. amo-o. я люблю Вас. Jeg elsker De. 我愛你. I love you I love you I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110549913721490060?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110549913721490060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110549913721490060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110549913721490060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110549913721490060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/stop-talking-to-me-im-dreaming-about.html' title='&quot;Stop talking to me. I&apos;m dreaming about you and it&apos;s confusing!&quot;'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110541294594094806</id><published>2005-01-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:16:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why wont you fight?&lt;br /&gt;You see what you want, you strive to reach it&lt;br /&gt;But there aint no fucking way youre going to get it &lt;br /&gt;when you're just laying around.&lt;br /&gt;You see what you want, and you strive to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you fight?&lt;br /&gt;The army is ready to fight, they just need a leader.&lt;br /&gt;Guns poised, pride worn, waiting for direction.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just angry at how easy you give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you are not who i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you. I will go and i will love.&lt;br /&gt;In all its sickening wretched glory.&lt;br /&gt;I will eat roses and shit puppies&lt;br /&gt;and lay around enjoying it all&lt;br /&gt;not giving a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And one day, when my heart is broken,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i will learn my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i will not.&lt;br /&gt;But this fact remains true in any context:&lt;br /&gt;Someday your princess will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110541294594094806?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110541294594094806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110541294594094806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-wont-you-fight-you-see-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110532951046218665</id><published>2005-01-09T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:58:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: geeky&lt;br /&gt;music: the postal service- such great heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... today. Or last night. I went to dylans house, and hung out with him and layed around which was much needed. Ive decided that my new years resolutions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. be happier doing whatever i do&lt;br /&gt;2. do things for me&lt;br /&gt;3. walk my fatty dog and make her less fat&lt;br /&gt;4. move away from people who make me miserable&lt;br /&gt;5. ignore attention-craving whores. (when they are being attention-craving whores)&lt;br /&gt;6. drink less&lt;br /&gt;7. become more beautiful than ever&lt;br /&gt;8. go climbing more than 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good? or did i just say the same thing over and over? Oh, yes. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Dylan and his friends came over, and shot some movie. Way fun. Probably should've been doing other stuff, but oh well. It was exciting. And now Dylan is less stressed, which makes for a better time altogether. Pink elephant. I miss you now, after seeing you for like 2 days straight. Anyway. After that, CHEZ THUY MADNESS!!!!! mmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be doing things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, im going to post pictures!  Pictures pictures pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105328887-2.jpg?1421520900"&gt; my dog just chillin out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105327881-2.jpg?1268754483"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm cute. And procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110532951046218665?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110532951046218665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110532951046218665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110532951046218665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110532951046218665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/mood-geeky-music-postal-service-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110521376136404050</id><published>2005-01-08T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T12:49:21.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daily Overview&lt;br /&gt;January 8, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're openhearted and full of life. Anyone can approach you, although no one can possess you for long. People may be your stepping-stones, but that doesn't make you any less grateful for the support they provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horoscopes are retarded. But this is truly how i feel today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but that doesn't make you any less grateful for the support they provide..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110521376136404050?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110521376136404050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110521376136404050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110521376136404050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110521376136404050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/daily-overview-january-8-2005-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110516757067924519</id><published>2005-01-07T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:59:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had kind of a shitty day, but its okay now because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dadunnnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1105167145-2.jpg?1645018749"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110516757067924519?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110516757067924519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110516757067924519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110516757067924519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110516757067924519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/had-kind-of-shitty-day-but-its-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110506764868553483</id><published>2005-01-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:14:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="300" style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the year 2005 I resolve to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		Pick my nose at stop lights.&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="color: red;"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what? i already do that. Bitches! (Is that wierd?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="300" style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: white; color: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the year 2005 I resolve to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		Have at least one orgasm per hour.&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net" style="color: red;"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is more like it. I hope the second one counts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110506764868553483?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110506764868553483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110506764868553483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110506764868553483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110506764868553483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-year-2005-i-resolve-to-pick-my-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110489656780307413</id><published>2005-01-04T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:42:47.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking sad. Dont know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110489656780307413?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110489656780307413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110489656780307413' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110489656780307413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110489656780307413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/fucking-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110489061569991253</id><published>2005-01-04T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:03:35.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps to a better day:</title><content type='html'>1. Open a new file in your computer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name it "George W. Bush"&lt;br /&gt;3. Send it to the trash.&lt;br /&gt;4. Empty the trash.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your PC will ask you: "Are you sure you want to delete George W. Bush?"&lt;br /&gt;6. Click "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;7. Feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v98/blindsideme85/bushdelete.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. Courtesy of jessica- this random girl in new york. Rockin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110489061569991253?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110489061569991253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110489061569991253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110489061569991253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110489061569991253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/steps-to-better-day.html' title='Steps to a better day:'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110482080621623977</id><published>2005-01-03T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:40:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i really dont know why i'm not sleeping....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rainbowfairy/1036948272_cstnbcZero.gif" border="0" alt="You are...ZERO! You're loyal and a good friend. You'll help whenever you're asked and even though you may not always be appreciated for helping, that doesn't phase you!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110482080621623977?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110482080621623977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110482080621623977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110482080621623977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110482080621623977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-really-dont-know-why-im-not-sleeping.html' title='i really dont know why i&apos;m not sleeping....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110481999571297912</id><published>2005-01-03T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:26:35.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only 7 of you told me a cool interesting secret. Man, are you all boring. You should be ashamed. But the people who DID comment rock my socks more than anything. Who has a crush on me?? I'm wondering really hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dont know how you can wonder HARD, but oh man i am doing it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110481999571297912?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110481999571297912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110481999571297912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110481999571297912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110481999571297912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/only-7-of-you-told-me-cool-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110481424540194259</id><published>2005-01-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:50:45.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something greater?</title><content type='html'> I have been chased.&lt;br /&gt; sometimes i just need to be held, &lt;br /&gt;and to know that tomorrow the night will look the same&lt;br /&gt; and my room will still be here.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to kiss you, because if i do, i might cry again&lt;br /&gt;My favorite flowers are lillies,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i like to walk down the street with you&lt;br /&gt;    and have the most fun i have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of death, but i dont know how else to feel.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm not sure what to think about the world anymore,&lt;br /&gt;and i cry too much when i start trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;    People I dont care for care for me, and likewise.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have the heart to tell them i hate them&lt;br /&gt;so i live.&lt;br /&gt;But you are not one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;   i lay awake at night wishing you were with me&lt;br /&gt;and yet hating myself for wishing.&lt;br /&gt;And so i go, falling back on all i am&lt;br /&gt;and yet falling in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Maybe tomorrow the sun will rise in a different part of the sky.&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/6427635-110481424540194259?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110481424540194259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110481424540194259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110481424540194259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110481424540194259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-greater.html' title='Something greater?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110481127558082767</id><published>2005-01-03T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:01:15.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is surreal</title><content type='html'>mood: kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;music: still breathing- someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss jessie. She should come back, right now. Because she makes me happy. And jessie, i'm sorry i am always such a lameass about hanging out with you. We should go snowboarding or sit around or do drugs or dye hair or watch mXc or something. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot better time at school than i thought i would. My body was having a war with every other part of itself today, from emotional to physical... I saw Mara a few times and she would not look me in the eye. I didnt feel so physically sick though, white blood cells to the rescue? mm, there is hope. I was achey and cold all day though, maybe my white blood cells are really not there and there is some virus parading around pretending to be my white blood cells. Ya Bastard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like photography. i'm such a dork. Climbing and photography and being wierd, it's amazing i have any friends left at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittney- i know you will never read my blog ever, but i just wanted to put out the fact that i am sorry. Sorry for confusing the whole situation with your parents up even more, sorry for being so wierd, sorry for making fun of you cause you own 6 seasons of Xena, Warrior Princess. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. This post really has no point, i had something to say but i forgot it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my life concludes itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the good ol' days. But they are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing involving people is fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. oh yeah, i'm in a wierd mood, so you should probably just disregard the bad part of this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110481127558082767?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110481127558082767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110481127558082767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110481127558082767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110481127558082767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-is-surreal.html' title='Life is surreal'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110480310932253531</id><published>2005-01-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:45:09.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something amazing and also really scary.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104802032-2.jpg?443743745"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ROOM IS CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigodomigodomigod. ::falls over.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. More pictures, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104802447-2.jpg?2046038813"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104802299-2.jpg?718878115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104802148-2.jpg?15289955"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss for you to end the day. Sorry there werent many kisses today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone call me, i am procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110480310932253531?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110480310932253531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110480310932253531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110480310932253531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110480310932253531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/something-amazing-and-also-really.html' title='Something amazing and also really scary.....'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110472389774863879</id><published>2005-01-02T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T20:44:57.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This picture rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104723778-2.jpg?806277172"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is amazing, i wish i could have taken it. Carlos Johnson, you rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110472389774863879?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110472389774863879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110472389774863879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110472389774863879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110472389774863879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-picture-rocks.html' title='This picture rocks'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110469152235770406</id><published>2005-01-02T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T11:45:22.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes</title><content type='html'>mood: dead&lt;br /&gt;music: eyedea- paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104690695-2.jpg?2141296316"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kind of scared to go back to school. I'm afraid of all the drama, the people, the depressed mooches. I've had such a good break surrounding myself with whoever i wanted to (even though i missed some.) And now i dont really want to go back to school. New Vista is a shitload different than i wanted it to be. I thought it would be great, and i would get rid of the high school drama and the depression, the people who i want to stab. I dont want to confront people with the situations that need to be confronted, i dont want to see the people who will make my mind race. I just want to be with myself and whomever else i want to be with. i love my school but i dont love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got a job offer in London, so i could be moving there for 1-3 months to (hopefully) do my Culminating Project. I want to take pictures of anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that alice was at my house, and she was chopping all these vegetables for her mom cause she had to get this done, and alex and dylan kept eating them and eating them and then finally she got frustrated and gave up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends are like that. I feel like an asshole, but i am sick of dealing with people who need help. True, i probably need help too. And maybe that is why i am so sick of helping other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my printer to work, and my book to be done. I'm so fucking sick of coloring, it's bizarre. I want to collage. Or grab someone i love and sleep the rest of the week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind won't stop racing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110469152235770406?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110469152235770406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110469152235770406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110469152235770406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110469152235770406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-eyes.html' title='My Eyes'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110460804376985093</id><published>2005-01-01T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T12:34:03.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New years, bitches!</title><content type='html'>So. New years. Had fun. hung out with dylan and gwenna and sam moritz and then me and dylan went to Emily's party. Dont really have anything else to say.... pictures were taken and HERE THEY ARE! ::babummmm!::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104604691-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily looks really cute, i look like i'm going to kill something very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104604667-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture turned out cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104604676-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting smashed on new years... before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104604684-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users5/sporadicfujo/default/gallery-msg-1104604700-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patrick mcheiser and his babe drunkenly dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, my dad called about 11:30 pm FREAKING OUT and made us come home. Stupid. Second year in a row ive been rushing home at 12:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110460804376985093?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110460804376985093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110460804376985093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110460804376985093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110460804376985093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-years-bitches.html' title='Happy New years, bitches!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6427635.post-110452000979465564</id><published>2004-12-31T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T12:06:49.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go see Blade Trinity. It tries a little to hard to be badass, but it's still cool. Also, the hot arrow-slinging girl's name is Abby. Boo-yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/new_line_cinema/blade__trinity/jessica_biel/blade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6427635-110452000979465564?l=killageneration.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/feeds/110452000979465564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6427635&amp;postID=110452000979465564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110452000979465564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6427635/posts/default/110452000979465564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killageneration.blogspot.com/2004/12/go-see-blade-trinity.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10636016691740108947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.ezthemes.com/previews/t/taxi_driver.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
