<?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-6108517</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:40.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future's Got Me Worried Such Awful Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>And try to keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107884671741186472</id><published>2004-03-09T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T07:41:44.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry, kids.  i would update more often if there were more hours in the day.  i'm so busy and i'm never home.  it's really just not fun at all. i'm only home to eat and sleep.  drumline is going fairly well...just time consuming.  and when i'm not at drumline practice, i'm at play practice.  i'm not really complaining.  i like all my activities, they just leave me with little/no time to do other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107884671741186472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107884671741186472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884671741186472' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107733184524431218</id><published>2004-02-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T18:53:27.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, my lovely fans ( mostly amber) i am back.  i have decided to update, since it has been nearly a month.  i hope you didn't miss me too much.  ha.  who am i kidding?anyway, i've just been WAY too busy to do anything.   drumline   taking up all of my time.  *shakes fist*  anyway, it's going well, and i'm kinda enjoying it.  i've just recently decided that responsibility and leadership and i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107733184524431218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107733184524431218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733184524431218' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107515407528404552</id><published>2004-01-26T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T13:56:43.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some times people make me sick.  as evidenced by this......http://www.bayouknights.org/faqs.htm     geez....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107515407528404552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107515407528404552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515407528404552' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107487305520097247</id><published>2004-01-23T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T07:52:58.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Mario. You're pretty good-all-around.You're most of the time the hero, and you don'tget too hung up in it...just try and let othersget a little spot-light too, k? (plz rate) What Nintendo Charater are You? (pics) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107487305520097247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107487305520097247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487305520097247' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107479551246418028</id><published>2004-01-22T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:20:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are going to marry Brad Pitt. He is alwaysfriendly to anybody he ever meets and he isvery talented as an actor. He is also verysincere and friendly. He will respect you untilthe day he dies. Congrats!! Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (10 results that have pics!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107479551246418028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107479551246418028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479551246418028' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107479527033504075</id><published>2004-01-22T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T10:16:32.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW!! Good job! You know as much about Middle Earthas I do!! Finally, someone who knows MiddleEarth! Most people think they know everythingthere is to know about Middle earth just bywatching the movies! HAH!! well keep up thegood work! ( I wouldn't be surprised if you arelearning elvish!! ) RATE MY QUIZ!! *~* The TOUGHEST Lord Of The Rings Quiz *~*  [with pictures!] brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107479527033504075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107479527033504075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479527033504075' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107456166557989667</id><published>2004-01-19T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:23:04.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, i've picked out my college.  i care not that it happens to be one of the most, if not the most, expensive schools in the state.  i knew i got my all a's for some reason....i really want to go to depauw.  i had such a blast on saturday.  even though i got stuck out in the cold outside for about 20 minutes.  pat forgot the doors lock behind you.  this girl had to let me in.  i felt totally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107456166557989667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107456166557989667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456166557989667' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107429110769994947</id><published>2004-01-16T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T14:13:42.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIKE A TRASH BAG HELMET</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107429110769994947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107429110769994947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107429110769994947' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107428780285144209</id><published>2004-01-16T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:18:37.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>top five musical crimes of stevie wonder during the 80s and 90s.  is it right to blame formerly good artists for latter-day sins?  sub-question:  is it better to burn out or to fade away?okay, now that you're all confused.  don't worry about answering.  it's from "high fidelity".  i love that movie.nothing new.  school, boring, blah.  basically how i see it all.  tonight, pep band.  woopdy doo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107428780285144209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107428780285144209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428780285144209' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107404622687849531</id><published>2004-01-13T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:12:17.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am: OLD SCHOOL. You've been into independantmusic since before most of Jimmy Eat World'sfans were born (or so it seems). Thats cool,but be careful, you may have a tendency towardsthe self-righteous and piss people off withyour apparant elitism. Smile though (or smirkor whatever) you are truly indie. In Search of the Righteous Life...Am I Indie? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107404622687849531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107404622687849531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404622687849531' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107404584001625312</id><published>2004-01-13T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:05:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I picked you out Of a crowd to talk to you Said I liked your shoesYou said thanks can I follow you? So it's up the stairs And out of viewNo prying eyes I poured some wine I asked your name you asked the timeNow it's two o'clock Yeah the club is closed we're up the blockYour hands on me Pressing hard against your jeansYour tongue in my mouth Trying to keep the words from coming outYou didn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107404584001625312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107404584001625312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404584001625312' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107400870788874798</id><published>2004-01-13T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T07:46:57.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hola!  i'm in chemistry right now, sitting with my good friend, Megan.  fun stuff.  nothing really new has happened...still arguing with mojo.  who happens to be calling me bad names.  dude, i didn't call you any names.  what are we, in fifth grade?  i don't care though.  it matters not, 'cause i don't know you, never will, don't want to. school=poopy, poopy times  it's really boring, and i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107400870788874798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107400870788874798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400870788874798' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107386772035245298</id><published>2004-01-11T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T16:35:41.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT?  HE'S DEAD?  THAT'S SO EROTIC!sorry, my night last night was filled with outbursts like this.  don't watch underworld if you happen to want to say everything's erotic.  it's just a piece of advice from me to you.yesterday, nikki, amber and i played lotr the two towers video game, mortal kombat, and super mario. (it's a me, marrrio)  very fun.  went to target, b&amp;n, and marshalls.  got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107386772035245298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107386772035245298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107386772035245298' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107374636215096600</id><published>2004-01-10T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T06:52:58.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so sick of people thinking that just 'cause they are older than me, they are infinitely smarter.  that is crap.  allright?  i might be younger than you, but that's no reason to put me down.  and i'm sick of everyone thinking that because they have an opinion on politics, that everyone else needs to hear it.  that's not it at all.  if you must share your opinion, don't force it on people.  if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107374636215096600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107374636215096600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107374636215096600' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107369242086046553</id><published>2004-01-09T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T15:54:01.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what beth did?  passed her driving test...yeah, what?  so stoked.  i didn't miss any points, even though i messed up a little.  but, shh.  don't tell anyone.  so, yeah, as soon as jan. 31st comes...beth can drive legally(after passing the written test).  it won't be hard, though.  i'll just study a while.nothing really new, mostly just sick of school already.  how sad is that?  though i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107369242086046553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107369242086046553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107369242086046553' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107344077444024462</id><published>2004-01-06T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:59:53.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apples and oranges can't be compared.  certain things just aren't comparable.  it's all a matter of opinion.  and every sport = cool.  i promise you.  that is all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107344077444024462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107344077444024462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344077444024462' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107335193180343387</id><published>2004-01-05T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T17:19:10.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mark the occasion!  1st coke in 5 months.  i kid you not.  it wasn't really all that good for my memories.  i still have yet to eat chocolate.  but, i don't know if this is a for real caffeine joining.  i haven't decided.  but, in honor of the new year, i splurged.  i might just stop again.  i'm getting used to it, now.  it's not that bad, really.  i suggest trying it occasionally.  ah, school.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107335193180343387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107335193180343387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335193180343387' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107325529463525417</id><published>2004-01-04T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T14:28:33.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't even take a breathThe air is cut with cyanideIn honor of the New YearThe press gives us cause to celebrate:These air raid sirensFlood barbed wire skylinesBy artificial night,As we sleep to burn the redFrom our bloodless lives.Tonight we're all time bombson fault lines.Have we lost everything now?We're walkinglike each other's ghostsAround these silent streets(the sedatives </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107325529463525417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107325529463525417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107325529463525417' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107305544360605619</id><published>2004-01-02T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T06:57:41.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am heaven sentDon't you dare forgetI am all you ever wantedWhat all the other boys all promisedSorry I toldI just needed you to knowI think in decimals and dollarsI am the cause to all your problemsShelter from coldWe are never aloneCoordinate brain and mouthThen ask me what it's like to have myself so figured outI wish I knewI hope this song starts a craze.The kind of song that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107305544360605619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107305544360605619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107305544360605619' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107289581077635886</id><published>2003-12-31T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T10:37:08.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meh...sickness=poopy.  stupid flu, you better be gone by tonight.  or else.....  wait, that doesn't make sense.  oh well.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TABI!  yea!  i hope it's good.  i'm just sitting at home, very bored.  i wish i wasn't sick.  i had to go drive this morning.  i think i might have scared my instructor a bit.  just a little.  not very good at driving yet.  will have to work on that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107289581077635886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107289581077635886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107289581077635886' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107274206082189963</id><published>2003-12-29T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T15:54:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm... let's start with status...current mood:  less than what could be hoped forcurrent music:  marsvolta "inertiatic esp"well, the day started out okay, i went shopping and out to lunch w/ amber, erin, &amp; kate.  that was fun.  we went to goodwill, then target, then steak &amp; shake.  then i got to go to barnes &amp; noble.  i bought a new cd, the aforementioned marsvolta.  it's really neat.  went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107274206082189963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107274206082189963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107274206082189963' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107227904024019961</id><published>2003-12-24T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T07:17:36.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE MY PARENTS!  they are really the sweetest people ever.  who else's parents would get them the limo with a clown on top for their 16th birthday party?  it was really embarrassing, but it was SO fun.  they are really goofy, but so so so nice.when i saw that, i was like"oh, geez."  how silly!  anyway, i had a great time at my party, and i hope the attendees did as well.  who knows? anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107227904024019961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107227904024019961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107227904024019961' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107211215491969024</id><published>2003-12-22T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T08:56:09.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>status:  freezing, hands=ice blockscurrently avoiding:  venturing downstairs, "freaky friday" is being watched by nikki and becky....ew.current music: bright eyes, some song i don't know the name toi'm very excited about my party today.  i think it'll be really good.  but it's three hours away, and i'm bored.  i might just break down and watch that stupid movie.  it eats time, i guess.  meh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107211215491969024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107211215491969024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211215491969024' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107205966841967472</id><published>2003-12-21T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T18:21:23.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so tomorrow's the big day of my party.  seriously, i've been looking forward to this for a really long time.  like, a week or something.  in beth time, that's like a millenia or something.  today, i went to church, and then shopping.  bought stuff for the 'rents, and that was about it.  i grow so weary of shopping.  i just give up, i can't take anymore!  i really don't know how all those people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107205966841967472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107205966841967472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107205966841967472' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107194133400954675</id><published>2003-12-20T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T09:29:08.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, now two days after my birthday.  it was fun.  but it's not over yet, oh no.  monday, dec. 22nd my friends, the ones who aren't afraid of breaking bones *cough* and i are going ice skating!  how exciting is that?!  i haven't been ice skating in years, and it'll be really fun.  yesterday, 3 finals.  blah.  i don't know how i did on algebra II, that's the only one i'm worried about.  speech, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107194133400954675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107194133400954675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107194133400954675' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107177694709981322</id><published>2003-12-18T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T11:49:21.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how funky is YOUR chicken?HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!  16,FINALLY!i can't type like this, so i'll write more later.lates,b.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107177694709981322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107177694709981322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107177694709981322' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107160789160880764</id><published>2003-12-16T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T12:51:45.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, new day, new finals to study for.  not that i'm REALLY studying that much.  just a wee bit, in some classes.  i really am dreading this, and it's not gonna be pretty.LOTR TONIGHT!  TONIGHT LOTR!  I GET TO SEE IT!  KICK BUTT!  sorry, that's my taunt of the day.  can't wait, totally stoked.  well, i should go, my bro needs the computadora.  lates,b.  p.s. details for party will be put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107160789160880764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107160789160880764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160789160880764' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107154070362939179</id><published>2003-12-15T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:11:57.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>allright, here it is.  i might do this in person, and i might not.  but it is published in any case.  i'm really sorry about anything i did/said in the recent past.  i'm really stressed out, and not feeling super well anyway, so please don't take it to heart.  i was really emotional for some reason.  we'll just chalk it up to p.m.s. and move on with our lives.  i know that this might not work, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107154070362939179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107154070362939179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154070362939179' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107144958486260776</id><published>2003-12-14T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T16:53:18.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all of you going to my party, here are some of the details. to get into the pepsi coliseum, it's $4, and to rent regular skates, it's $2.  and they only have open skate from 2:30-4:30 P.M. that day.so that's some of it.  more details later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107144958486260776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107144958486260776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107144958486260776' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107144914037838220</id><published>2003-12-14T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T16:45:53.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/120703/public-service-announcement.gifahh, geez.  i love stupid crap like that.  he he for all you blogging fans.  (myself as well.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107144914037838220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107144914037838220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107144914037838220' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107143302355024091</id><published>2003-12-14T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:58:51.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, somewhat crappy state of affairs.  not horrible, but nonetheless no good.  i wish people would tell me about this crap when it happens.  and, if you don't know what i'm talking about, don't ask.  just put me in a bad mood for a while.    hmm....GOT MY TICKET FOR LOTR!   YEA, IT COMES OUT TUESDAY/WEDNESDAY @ MIDNIGHT!  FABULOUSLY EXCITED!  allright, enough of that.  i'm sorry, i'm a bit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107143302355024091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107143302355024091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107143302355024091' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107124385006166723</id><published>2003-12-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T07:44:22.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN THAT CASE THERE THEN!!  i swear if i hear it one more time, i'm gonna hit my head against a wall!  LAST DAY OF DRIVER'S ED!  totally stoked.  you have no idea, well, maybe you might have a clue.  (especially jessi, i TOTALLY  understand what you were talking about now)  oh, well, i'll get over it.so, last night, got out of d.e., and went home for all of a half hour.  then headed over to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107124385006166723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107124385006166723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124385006166723' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107110855786176316</id><published>2003-12-10T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:09:30.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so here it is.   everyone mark this date.  i like so many before me, am blogging for the 2nd time in one day.  how magical is that?so, how many times can you say "in that case" in an hour time period?  i assure you, it is nowhere near the amount that my driver's ed instructor says it.  60, one kid in my class counted.  and this is just in regular teaching.  it's driving me and everyone else in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107110855786176316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107110855786176316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110855786176316' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107107045875032081</id><published>2003-12-10T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T07:34:30.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah,  birthday countdown:  8 days and counting.  totally stoked.  have already received a present.  (it was from nikki, she doesn't know how to keep gifts until the day that they are to be given)  so that was exciting.  two new cds for beth!  flogging molly - "swagger"  and me first and the gimme gimmes-"have a ball".  it's so fun.  i made my mom listen to me first in the car this morning. she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107107045875032081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107107045875032081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107107045875032081' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107072620012781667</id><published>2003-12-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T07:56:50.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, here it is.  the account of a night that could've been fun, had we gotten into the concert.  (it was actually still fun, just in a different way than intended.)  so, we piled into kate's matchbox car, not meant for 5 people by the way.  anywho, we got the concert around 7, 7:15.  and the line was around the building and off in front of people's houses.  so, we stood in line for at least an</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107072620012781667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107072620012781667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072620012781667' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-107058844906498931</id><published>2003-12-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:40:59.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, here it is again.  i should update this stupid thing every once in a while, i suppose.  nothing special going on.  failing english tests is always fun, i suppose.  i hope that's just a vicious rumor.  *fingers crossed*well, driver's ed officially is torture.  as if you didn't know that.  how horrid can things get?  first off, the annoying mooresville girls near me NEVER shut up!  i want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107058844906498931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/107058844906498931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058844906498931' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-106969561091537978</id><published>2003-11-24T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T09:40:18.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>welcome back to the drudgery that is school....at least it's a three day week this week.  thank god for thanksgiving.friday:  went to amber's house, no particular activities, watched Bridget Jone's Diary, and looked at goofy kids on hotornot.com.  there's a sad sight.  oh, and rathergood.com, very hilarious.saturday:  drove to rockport, got a little lost, went to kentucky.  watched the game, we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/106969561091537978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/106969561091537978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969561091537978' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108517.post-106937071350570131</id><published>2003-11-20T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T15:25:20.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>allright, bandwagon, i'm jumping on.  fabuloso.  who knows?  maybe this is more fun than being bored in speech class.  i had a fairly good day today.  it was cool, except for the silence between two people who will remain nameless.  i don't know what the deal is.  anywho, happy b-day scotch.  my birthday is so close yet so far.  i need to have a party.  this is the big one, i can't just ignore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/106937071350570131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108517/posts/default/106937071350570131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rookie-bs18.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937071350570131' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11509205103800170595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
