<?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-5882962691718287098</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:34:36.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of Two City Girls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-7403818530515720998</id><published>2009-08-12T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:01:49.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>E:Hello folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: So. Where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: With your new beau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!! When I first got asked out you made me tell the people!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, but yours isn't a fan of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Ohhhhhhhh. That changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, yes it does. I would rather not speak of him online, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Fine then, be that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I will be that way! It's just weird to talk about it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: True. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's just...creepy. There are some things the entire world does not need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Again, true. . .wait! Then how come I had to post my awkward relationship on here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Because yours wasn't completely inappropriate. Not that I'm saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Hahahaha truuuuuuue. But it was awkward. "WAIT? IS YOUR NAME MICHAEL!!!!????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That was just funny, not awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: It was awkward for him hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It's not my fault he was sprinting out of your house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: He was not sprinting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, yes he was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: WAS NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: He was sprinting like your bro. That's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: That makes it even more weird. You thought he was my brother!!! He's like, twice as tall as he is!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It was night. Cut me some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Pish posh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Tee hee! Why is everything so cute suddenly?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Because you're blinded by love. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No I am not!!!!! It is very chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Actually, it's quite hot outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Maybe that's why I think everything is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Because it's hot outside????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Heat makes people crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Ohhhhh, that could explain some things. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Such as...????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: When people say "In the heat of the moment", that's what they mean. Duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Trust me, that's not exactly what it means. It's kinkier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: I HATE THAT WORD!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: K-K-K-K-K-K-K-Kink-ay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I think we should talk about something else. This is so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Hahaha ok. Ummmmmmmm, Summer's almost over!!!!!!!!!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm actually kinda stoked for school to start and for people to leave Starbucks so I can get my damn job!!! But I feel bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: =( he leaves next week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It came by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: I know!!!!! I just don't know what to say, I really am going to miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know what to say either; that's too much work for me. I'm JUST kidding. Or am i...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T:  THAT again. It has been a good summer for me though, so I'm not complaining. State champions, a sweet boyfriend, and a chance to actually relax. Not gonna lie, it's been fun. It sucks that it has to end. Although, I am somewhat excited for senior year. Just not applying for colleges. Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ugh, you talked about way too much there!!!! Give me a second to comment on it. (*she takes a second*) Oh! Same!!! &lt;em&gt;Troublesome&lt;/em&gt; but good! And yes, it does suck that it has to end. Applying for colleges...eghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I am not excited on figuring out to pay for it. SENIOR YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T:  HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2010!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Tee hee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Ahhh!!!!!!!!!! We're so close to being done with high school. Just one more year!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It's so weird to think that, and also that everyone's going to be really cheesy this year, seeing as this may or may not be the last time we will see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T:  Hahahaha true. People are probably going to say anything and everything because odds are you won't see these people again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I hope so. That will make things so much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Yes, yes it will. Hidden feelings shall be exposed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That sounds like a commercial to "Days of Our Lives" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T:  It does hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: If you said that in a really dramatic voice, that would totally make that line. Maybe some dramamtic music too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: I shall work on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Please do! It would make my day. I can play the chord (*name has been omitted*) taught me. It's dramatic. It's also the only one I could be taught without me failing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: Hahaha. What would make my day is a trip to Olive Garden. I've never been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yum yum yum! Titi, you are such a deprived child!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: I know! Some people would say I have everything, and yet I'm so deprived!!!!!!!!!!* she wails in a dramatic voice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Deprived in the food area!!! And I am going to &lt;em&gt;patiently&lt;/em&gt; wait to hear this wailing voice that is in your head haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;T: You'll just have to wait forever cuz it's NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, SO THERE! But anyway, I need lunch. So peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Out my little frogglings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-7403818530515720998?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/7403818530515720998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=7403818530515720998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7403818530515720998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7403818530515720998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/08/senior-year.html' title='Senior Year!!!!'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-6755162709830338072</id><published>2009-07-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:30:49.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cream and Cake, Do the Ice Cream and Cake!</title><content type='html'>E: I hate going first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahaha deal with it. Rawr I am just not in a good mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, your phone bill thing is ridic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: It is!!!! My mom is being so irrational about this. It's not like I'm always on the phone just talking at all random hours of the night. Let's just chop my head off for ONE mistake. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Haha seriously, since you hate talking on the phone. Or at least that's what you tell me--- is this an excuse not to talk to me?????? ew, chopping heads off is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahah you're right! I honestly prefer to either talk in person or through texts, I hate the sound of my voice over the phone. Daddy will fix this, this is ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: How do you know what you sound like on the phone without someone telling you??? Your dad will probably do something about this, you are correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Voice recordings hahaha, like voicemail. If I really do get my phone taken away over THIS of all things, I will leave and never come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay, I was gonna ask why you were recording your voice haha. I wouldn't leave if I were you, especially over a phone issue. At least you don't have to pay for your phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;T: I offered to pay for it. No I won't leave, I'll just stop working and helping around in the house. Within two days, she'll be begging for forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: True that.&lt;br /&gt;T: Anyway, we are going to move on from this negativity, que pasa?&lt;br /&gt;E: I agree with you, no negativity! And nothing I prefer to say online, thought I can summarize it in three words. You?&lt;br /&gt;T: Ooooo digame digame!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: The past couple weekends have been exactly like, "I Love College," if you replace "girl" with "boy" and "woman" with "man."&lt;br /&gt;T: Hahhahahhahah oh my&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, I would tell you about it, but I'm not doing it online. That'd be genius.&lt;br /&gt;T: Hahahha that would be a smart idea. Yummmmmmm ice cream =)&lt;br /&gt;E: I know, right, especially when one of them reads the blog. I should give him a shout out! Hey (*name has been omitted*) Oooo! I had ice cream for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;T: I love ice cream. It's food sent straight from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;E: No no no, that would be the strawberry shortcake I had at a grad party two weeks ago. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that was amaaaaazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: Ice cream and cake and cake, Ice cream and cake and cake. ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND CAKE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: This is going to be in my head all day, and when I start laughing at the wake today, I am totally blaming YOU.&lt;br /&gt;T:Do the ice cream and cake.&lt;br /&gt;E: I'll eat ice cream and cake haha.&lt;br /&gt;T: I love ice cream cake!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Me dos! I had the best cake on saturday. It was &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; as good as the shortcake two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;T: *whispers* Ice cream and cake and cake, Ice cream and cake and cake. ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND CAKE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: I may have to walk out on you.&lt;br /&gt;T: If you do, will you bring me back some ice cream cake? Pweaaaaaaaaase?&lt;br /&gt;E: If I had some.&lt;br /&gt;T: Hahahah it's sad that I have to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;E: If you have to think about a "that's what she said joke," it may or may not work haha.&lt;br /&gt;T: Ice cream and cake and cake, Ice cream and cake and cake. ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND CAKE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: And now I'm leaving. Or am I...?&lt;br /&gt;T: We are NOT doing that again!&lt;br /&gt;E: Or are we...?&lt;br /&gt;T: IT'S FUNNY AND YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: It was the first twenty times I heard it. Now I'm about to drive straight into insanity.&lt;br /&gt;T: Nooooope. Still funny. Dontcha ya know&lt;br /&gt;E: Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i knooooooooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;T: Hahahahhahahha you're silly.&lt;br /&gt;E: So I have been told.&lt;br /&gt;T: I'm so easily distracted hahaha. Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, yes i can tell.&lt;br /&gt;T: Anyway. . .&lt;br /&gt;E: I don't really have anything to talk about. Or at least here. I'm sure I have something, but all that's in my head right now is "ICE CREAM AND CAKE."&lt;br /&gt;T: Ice cream and cake and cake, Ice cream and cake and cake. ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND CAKE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: I am about to die.&lt;br /&gt;T: NO DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: It's your fault!!!!!! With you and your constant playing of the ice cream song.&lt;br /&gt;T: Bahahahahhahahahhahaa. It's part of my plot to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;E: That's a very odd way to take over the world, not gonna lie.&lt;br /&gt;T: But it can work!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Good luck, that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;T: Thank you. I shall brainwash you all with Spanish music and the jonas brothers hahahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm moving to China.&lt;br /&gt;T: I'm going to rule over china too, duh.&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm moving to Mars.&lt;br /&gt;T: Fine then! Be that way!&lt;br /&gt;E: I am more than happy to be this way!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: Hahahha I have to go to work, so we should end this. . .Ice cream and cake and cake, Ice cream and cake and cake. ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND ICE CREAM AND CAKE DO THE ICE CREAM AND CAKE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: Peace&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;E: O-o-o-o-ut!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-6755162709830338072?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/6755162709830338072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=6755162709830338072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/6755162709830338072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/6755162709830338072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-cream-and-cake-do-ice-cream-and.html' title='Ice cream and Cake, Do the Ice Cream and Cake!'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-9011692813343950496</id><published>2009-07-09T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:10:30.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy oh boy</title><content type='html'>E: Well, what a shocker. I am first again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: That's what happens when you're the youngest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is not my fault. I did not choose such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahahahah&lt;/span&gt; deal with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: K. So. . . .anything you would like to say to the readers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes. Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  Did I miss something? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;- What? WHAT IS THIS?!? IS THIS A CRUEL, SICK JOKE?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;" is how you say "I" in mandarin. It's not spelled like that, but it sounds something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: You would say such a thing. I am so tired you don't even know. AND I have a soccer game tonight a hour and a half away from here. It's for first place, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, I would since I am learning mandarin. My god, you are going to be exhausted for tomorrow. Good luck, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  Thanks. I'm so excited for tomorrow!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I would be too!!!! T Cake is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seventeeeeeeen&lt;/span&gt;!!! T Cake is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;seventeeeeen&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I will be seventeen. Tomorrow =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: All though, I'm a tad bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that *Name has been omitted* won't be there =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I would not accept any excuse from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I'm too nice. Darn my niceness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You need to stop being so nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt; I'll work on that. Well, his excuse was pretty legit. I mean his grad party is the next day and he has work too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: He's had weeks to plan his grad party and I am sure that he does not work all 24 hours tomorrow because that is illegal, according to the book,S&lt;em&gt;tarting a Business in *name of state has been omitted*, &lt;/em&gt;published by *name of publisher has been omitted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  I'm just trying to be somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt; about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Buuuuuut&lt;/span&gt;, I am expecting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;reaaaaaally&lt;/span&gt; nice gift from him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;, T Cake. He better make this up to you or I will beat his ass. And since he doesn't know me, you have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ha other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; the fact that he's about 5"10 and 190 something pounds of muscle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Suuuuuure&lt;/span&gt;, I have nothing to be worried about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What makes you think I can't fight?????? And I know men, I can get them if I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: What does that mean?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: If means this: If this guy treats you like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;shiiite&lt;/span&gt;, I got you covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Awwwwwww&lt;/span&gt; thank you. Ironically enough, you're not the first to say that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;shini&lt;/span&gt;" is "thank you"in mandarin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! And good! We should all be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; out for you or we're all butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I can take care of myself, but thanks anyway. I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;shia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;shini&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's what you &lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt;. And you better make sure you say that with the right tones or you are going to end up saying the &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hahahahhahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Good! Or, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hooooooowwwww&lt;/span&gt;" is "well" in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; moving on. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I am sorry I enjoy speaking another language in which I should soon be able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;diss&lt;/span&gt; people in. No, I'm kidding. I wouldn't do that. Or would I...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: We have more important matters to discuss. . .sorry. Why the hell do people (in this case a boy) feel that they can say whatever the hell they want? Really? This is ridiculous. How can a boy,  who knows NOTHING about someone, who probably never even SPOKE to this person at at anytime in their life, say something so rude and mean?! I just don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I am not sure how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;attack&lt;/span&gt; this situation because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have a different view on things now, even though it is a bit more hostile. I think that, even thought he doesn't know her at all, it is better that he said that to her instead of talking behind her back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; that's worse. There is always truth in what people say, whether that may be about the person they are hurting or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;. I think it would be best for her not to take it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; personally, but to examine what he said, how he acts, and how she acts. I don't think she is like this, but it could be an opportunity for her to better herself and come out stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I do understand your point. And I agree that it's better that he said it directly to her than to talk about it behind her back. And you're right, we have to take into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;consideration&lt;/span&gt;  if he was just being a dick for the fun of it or if something she did managed to come off in a bad way and offended him. If the latter is the case then I think he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; said it in another way.  Like I can't tell if he's just trying to antagonize her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No, I don't agree with that at all. I think it is better for people to be very blunt about what they say, no matter how much it hurts, than to beat around the bush. It helps people come to their senses. Like, when *name has been omitted* pretty much called me straight out an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;unreasonable&lt;/span&gt; bitch, I was like, "Huh. Maybe he's right," instead of hating him forever, even if I did for a good couple of months. It helped when I came back into the whole somewhat of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; thing a year later and made me look at things differently. I think that him being very blunt with her will help her look at her non-romantic (or is it and I am not aware...?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with him and how he acts and responds to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: And I somewhat disagree with that. I think that some people need to be bluntly told what they're doing wrong because that's the only way they'll understand. But some people, and I am one of these people, who can be really sensitive when it comes to these things. Someone could walk straight up to me and call me a bitch and I'll be really confused and just become really upset because I won't know what I did exactly to make them feel that way. But if someone calmly walks up to me and takes me aside and says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; like "Yesterday you were acting really rude and stuff " something like that, I would have to understand. But how am I supposed to understand what I did wrong if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; just says "You're being a bitch". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;, we're both two different people and we both have different ideas on how things should work. I have no problem if someone is blunt. But to be blunt and rude is not something I tolerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, but if people are &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; nicely telling you things, then you'll never get the point and you will never change. Wow, I must know a lot of jerks or something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe that explains my reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; I disagree with that too. If people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;respectfully&lt;/span&gt; telling you something and you choose not to understand or change that's just being thick-headed and you probably deserved it in the first place. AND DON'T SAY IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's what she said!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: I told you not to say it. You would say that.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes I would!!!! And did you need to get going?&lt;br /&gt;T: Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;. So I take it we agree to disagree on this one?&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, that is correct.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; k. 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Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: How do I begin this? Let's see, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; i put up a status about how i was writing a complaint letter to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obama&lt;/span&gt;, because that's what I was really doing, and I was talking to a friend about it. Then some girl, who's name I won't mention because that's what she wants, comments something like, "Talking about politics on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; is pathetic." And I didn't think of anything of it because I really don't care. And then my friend commented about that, saying how it's not pathetic. I agreed, saying that some of us want a future and this affects us. The other girl commented back something like, "Go talk about it at your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;book club&lt;/span&gt; meetings, not on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, " which seriously offended my friend, who I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a message from later telling me that. She said i should just delete the comment, but I was like, "This is so retarded. I cannot stand this girl." So I started dissing her because she deserved it. If you would like to see it, you can go onto my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and look at it. It's under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;obama&lt;/span&gt; status. Then it looked like I ended it by calling her a whore, because that's the truth, but then she sent me a message because she apparently can't say it in public. So as of right now, I am still arguing the shit out of her until she stops being so stupid. I don't think I've ever, ever, ever been this mean to someone. And I don't plan on doing it again. Right now, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; is like arguing with myself because she can't come up with a decent comeback besides loser and pathetic. Thank god I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahahahahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;. To me, this whole situation is funny. Because it's these exact same people who will say something and expect everyone to agree with what they say. But when it comes to politics, oh no! I get that some people do not like discussions about politics because they can get really heated, but at the same time, we have a right to say and discuss what we want as long as it's not disturbing anyone else. If this girl didn't like the fact that you were talking about politics she could at least have said in a more polite way that she didn't like it. But not only that, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; just ignored it. Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; always notifies you when someone replies to something you said, but the beauty of it is you have the choice of whether to respond or not. The fact that some of us have no problems discussing and expressing our opinions on important matters does not make us nerds or that we should only talk about them in book clubs. It means we are informed and we care about things besides how tan we are or the next time we are going to chill with someone. Fact of the matter is, everyone is entitled to their opinion, whether it be a logical or just plain stupid one. If you don't want to be rational and hear others' opinions, then don't expect anyone to want to hear yours. Plain and simple. Some people are just so petty, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ridonkulous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I find it absolutely hilarious too. Like, when she sent me the (summarized here) message, "You should watch your mouth, you don't know who I am, stop talking to me, something something something," I started &lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt;. I was like, "Why would I be scared of you???????? I know way more important people than you do. And why are&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; commenting on my status and replying then???" Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ridic&lt;/span&gt;. And it's not like I was planning on talking about politics, I was simply saying what I was doing at the moment, because that's what statuses are. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; since when do you talk about politics at book clubs???? Don't people talk about &lt;em&gt;books&lt;/em&gt; there? There is no way I could even be in a book club, seeing as I can never get through a book. I don't care if I personally offended her, it's time someone did. You don't see me rudely commenting on people's statuses and then telling them to leave me alone. That makes no sense. And I like how she thinks she's hurting me. I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;. Really. Honestly, I could hurt her a lot worse. Like, who does she know? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Manwhores&lt;/span&gt;???? I've got lawyers and nightclub owners and brokers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;psychologists&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;real friends&lt;/em&gt; and businessmen and I can get her &lt;em&gt;fired from her job&lt;/em&gt; because I know how to work with people. Other than working &lt;em&gt;into getting into their pants.&lt;/em&gt; So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hhahahha&lt;/span&gt;, like I said, it's just funny. I honestly would've just let it go, because the type of stuff she's trying to start is just petty. I just don't know how to describe it. But it's funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, I find this hilarious. And trust me, I'm not one to start this kind of drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ahhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bviously&lt;/span&gt;, or ever again, but this is so retarded!!!!! Why should I let her do this? It's not like I'm the only one she does it to. And it's not like she offended me, she offended my friend. Giving up is giving her what she wants. I would know, my mom is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;psychologist&lt;/span&gt;, even though she isn't...normal. I never thought I'd say this but, &lt;em&gt;Thank god for my mom!!!! I have learned everything I ever needed to know about arguing with people!&lt;/em&gt; Not that I do. No one has anything to be scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I say we drop it because &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; and her drama aren't worth talking about. Now what else did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;you have&lt;/span&gt; to talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: True that. That's what she wants. So remember when I told you about (*his name has been omitted*) and his liking me or something lame like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Yeah. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: So for maybe a split second, I considered running him for a test drive, just out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;. And then I was talking to (*his name has also been omitted*), who &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; cares about me, shocking enough, and finally came to my senses. I just thought you would be proud of me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Oh thank God! I was literally about to murder you. But yes, yes I am proud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Way to go, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Lizy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, I probably would have, sadly enough, if he would keep his pants zipped, which should summarize a lot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Yes, yes it would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: He's so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I just don't like him. But whatever floats your boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: But *name has been omitted, because that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;embarassing&lt;/span&gt; if he knew what I am about to say* sure does ;] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt; just kidding! Don't kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Are you talking about (*name has been omitted*)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: No! Your boat, not my boat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hahahahaah&lt;/span&gt;! Then who on earth are you talking about? When did this become about my boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: It always was about your boat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Pay attention! I was talking about *name has been omitted*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! You need to clarify things!!!! That makes me laugh. I am &lt;em&gt;never ever &lt;/em&gt;bringing (*her name has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;omitted&lt;/span&gt;*) to a grad party AGAIN! All I have heard since then is, "He's so hot! He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt;' that shirt! Can we go to his house? Can we hang out with him? He is eye candy, man!" Sometimes, I really hate having hot friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I wish I had been there. Damn soccer tournament. . .oh well, we took first place AND I SCORED!!!!!!! It was a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I told you to go!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;! Why didn't you tell me you scored????? You never tell me anything ahem!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, my bad. I thought I did! We are going to end this so I can take a nap. I am sleep deprived. Peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Me dos. OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I have clarifications to make! And more bad news to tell you, Titi. You may shoot me; though it's all for a good cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  Uh-oh. Tell me the bad news first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Remember fourth of July when you were like, "WHAT HAPPENED????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Yessssss. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Long story short, I have no clue how to make this long story short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ohhhhhhhh boy. This does not sound good at all. AT ALL!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Oh no, it's fine. Ok, so once again, long story short, I flirted like hell with the kid because Jaleesa and I needed a ride after getting caught in the storm, which ended up me needing a ride, and then found out he was in (*city has been omitted*) and &lt;em&gt;can't even drive&lt;/em&gt;. Why didn't anyone tell me this??????????????????? And then made him feel bad for it, just to stay on his good side because we all know he has extremely hot friends. I was just like, "I could have made that trip worthwhile!" So, titi, don't shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I won't shoot you. But. . .yeah, I got nothin for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Yeah, how do you think I feel???? I called him &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: WHY!? Why would you do that?! Oh good god, I can already see how this is going to turn out. He takes it the wrong way and pursues you to no end. NO END, I TELL YOU, NO END!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: No, that would be (*name has been omitted*). And two words, &lt;em&gt;hot friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: NO END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: He has to end it sometime if he plans on going to college. Hopefully. I can only pray. Speaking of praying, I went to church yesterday!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  Oh goody. That's always nice. Hahaha, I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I have been feeling very remorseful lately for all the shiite I have been pulling. And if anyone would like to know, that arguement is done. We're all good now. I apologized and did some research on her and offered her something I knew she wanted. We're all good now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahahahah nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I know. I have a way with people. Anywho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I have to leave, so we're going to end this now so Peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: O-O-O-Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-4036897621193524324?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/4036897621193524324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=4036897621193524324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/4036897621193524324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/4036897621193524324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-drama.html' title='Oh, The Drama...'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-8130714393219591576</id><published>2009-06-23T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:55:22.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been Such A Long Time...</title><content type='html'>E: We have so much to cover today, and I disbelieve we will get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahah I agree with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, you begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Nope. I'm older so I say who starts. You start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: But all my stuff is lame and probably can't be said on the internet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ohhh! Then tell me!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. I'm just afraid that my mom will end up reading this and find out about what &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; happened about some things I said. But then again, she will never get the address to this unless she gets it from me. Which she will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahaha that wouldn't be a smart idea. Because there are certain things I wouldn't want my parents to know about either. Ahem. Pertaining to a certain person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Hmm, like your lover????? What's really ironic about not getting grounded for (almost) throwing a house party was that my parents locked all the alcohol from the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I HATE that word!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's why i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Jerkface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh why thank you ever so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Oooh. You still need to tell me what you want for your birthday. It's next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: A new mom would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I'm sure my Daddy could arrange that. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: He probably would. He is a miracle worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I know. I luvs him. Even if he does think it's possible to fail the ACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Tee hee, you spelled "love" like "luvs." That's poor spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Wow really? We are out of school so I can spell however the hell I want to! SO STICK THAT IN YOUR JUICE BOX AND SUCK IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's what he said!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: That joke makes no sense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I can't explain it without laughing. You'll have to find someone who is more mature to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Moving on. . .soooooo, how's the boy. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I like to pretend he is not alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Well that's nice. But really, how is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Good, I think. How on earth would I know???? If he wants something, he can call. So I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: So that's how that works. I figured everyone talked to their significant others all the time like I do hahaha( I'm kidding. . .we don't talk all of the time. . .). I have been enlightened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I try to talk to him as little as possible. It's the same thing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, and yeah right you don't talk to your lover all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I STILL HATE THAT WORD!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:(Skips turn because she used a mean word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: And no, we do not. So THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;em&gt;Lover&lt;/em&gt; is a &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; word. I do not know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: When I think of the word "Lover", I think of "Making love". Which is sex. So you are implying that we are having sex. Which we are NOT. And THAT'S why I hate that word. Plus, in all of those romance novels a lover is consider a person you have sex with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Thank you, Titi, because I had &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea what making love was. And how am I supposed to know what you two do? And why would I &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to know? Ewie. Hahahahaha romance novels and FABIO!!!!!!!!!!! That guy is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I would have to agree. Moving on. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What?!?!?! You don't want to talk about Fabio?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: * Shudders* NO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:Well, I have much to talk about to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ooo, Do tell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: The first one I can't exactly say online, because it is something no one else knows. I f I tell you, you cannot tell a soul. Not that this will be of any importance to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I would never tell anybody. So tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: (*Eliza tells Titi so all of you people can't read it*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahaha woooooooooow! I won't say anymore than that. What was the second one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm not really sure where to begin with it. Let me collect my thoughts while you speak of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Like what? Ohh I shall talk about how BOMB Transformers 2 was! It was actually way more hilarious than I expected. Are you done collecting your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ohmigosh yes transformers was Ah-mazing!!!!!!!!!!!! It has become my second favortie movie, seeing as the first one is my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: You are evading the question. Tell me what the second one is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh my bad. Loss of focus. Um um um um um. Ummmmmm well it starts with (*name has been omitted*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ohhh. Continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, as of right now, he can kiss my firmly toned ass goodbye. I can tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahahahahahhahahahhahahhah. K done with that. Continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Nothing, like, extreme happened, I guess. I am just really annoyed with him and I am finished putting up with him, even though I've said that at least a million times in the past year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Don't pull a *Name has been omitted* Tell me WHAT HAPPENED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's not even, like, the story. That's just the beginning. Actually, the majority of it has nothing to do with him. I just wanted to get that out the way so I can stop hearing "BUT YOU HAVE TO HAVE (*Name has been omitted*) OVER!!!!!" without cringing at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ahhh got it. Continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay then, we need to quickly check facebook real quick to make sure he doesn't read this blog, even though I don't plan on saying who it is. Yet. Or ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Fine. Don't tell me!. Continue with the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: (*after we checked facebook*) Okay, good, we're safe. Or I should say I'm safe. Sooooo last night, I don't even remember how this started becauase I was so focused on the other shocking news, I was talking to someone, which somehow turned into a flirt fest which turned into a "Hey, wanna hang out?" to a "I really like you" (actually, he said that) And that's where the problem is. &lt;em&gt;I don't even like him. &lt;/em&gt;I just totally led him on, for no reason at all. Actually, there is a reason, but i don't know. I am so screwed up right now. I am a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I NEED TO KNOW THE NAME DANGGIT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No, I don't even want to say it. Not that he's like, retarded or something. It hasn't set in yet. I pray (that's a lie) it doesn't. I refuse to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Jerk. Fine then, what's the rest of the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's kind of it, I guess. I don't really remember anything, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Oooooooooo. I still need to know the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Give me time. My mood is "OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: How much time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: 'Til I know I won't get shot for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I won't shoot you. One, because I don't own a gun. And secondly, I would feel too bad. Even if you did deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No no, you will. Even I would. I just thought I would inform you in case you wonder why I refuse to speak about the &lt;em&gt;other one&lt;/em&gt; (*eliza cringes*). I think he has something to do with this, like in my mind, I mean. Oh, that makes me sound mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I would NOT. I promise. Pinky swear. Anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Moving on...Nice weather today, I love rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Nope not moving on. And the weather sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Perfect. So we are not changing the subject and you are going to tell me his name because I won't shoot you. Go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I really should be going. I won't get lunch if I'm not home. Though, knowing my luck, they probably already ate without me. I. Am. Starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Seriously? That's just plain mean. I would tell you the name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Wait, my family not feeding me or not saying the name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Not saying the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You won't get it out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TELL ME!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I have to go eat!!!!!! I am telling you, they are already eating and I am not in the mood to miss lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Fine. But sooner or later you will tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You are tellin' me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Please please please please please tell me =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: If I can eat something here, maybe. I do not want to venture home, especially with the mood my mom is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Oh no prob, I was just actually about to ask if you wanted to eat the fries too. K now tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ay yai yai yai yai, okay. Now, before&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I say anything, just remember, &lt;em&gt;I do not like him. At all. &lt;strong&gt;At all!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I must have been on something at the time. You're guess was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: * Raises fist in gesture of triumph* I knew it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, that's why I don't have my phone around. I will freak if he tries to get ahold of me. This is why it is hazzardous for me to talk to people at like, three in the morning. WHY DIDN'T SOMEONE STOP ME???????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I wasn't aware you were conversing with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Or else I would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: OMG! OMG!!!!! It all makes sense now. I totally get why I am like this!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ooooo. Do tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Besides the whole (*name has been omitted*) thing, (I am about to scare off male readers. My bad), it's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; time of the month. Why else???? Why else would I do that?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: So true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Anywho, enough of me for godssake before I get, like, sick over hearing this, your turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: There isn't really much to say. I pretty much resolved the Transformers issue. But I still don't know why he called me a a jerk haha I'll figure it out soon enough. It's probably something stupid. But anyway, things are still good. I sill am baffeled about how he got grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, it's not like you did anything. It doesn't amke sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Oh I know. It might have something to do with. . .that's probably it hahaha wooooooow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I am a bit speechless. And kinda scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahhaha don't worry, I was kidding. KIDDING. Even about the part I told you but not &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh I am &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt;. And confused. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: hahaha I was joking. All we did was hangout and kiss that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Fine, don't believe me hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Fine then! Moving on. . .I am so tired. But it's so worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I know what you mean, kiddo. Wait...what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I am older than you thank you very much haha. I couldn't really sleep because I was so wired from the movie and a certain person not texting me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh I know!!!!! That movie kept me up cuz all I could think was how AWESOME it was, and because of all the stuff that happened last night, like (*name has been omitted*)'s news!!!! Finally something happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  OMG I know!!!!! I think it's sweet =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I do too. It's about time she got some action from him. I am so tired of hearing her talk about him and not doing anything about it!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  Hhahaha true. It took forever!!!! Me and you know who kissed the first time we hung out haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes it did!!!!!!! Well, good. You should have. At least it wasn't in a park. What is with the park faze? Aw, you and (*name has been omitted*) make me do this----------&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Same =). Oh! I forgot to tell you! He finally showed me his tattoo! It's sad that that makes me excited haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I can't believe you didn't see it til now. How did you miss it??? It's on his &lt;em&gt;arm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  Funny thing about that. . .it's not on his arm. It's on his chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, weird. I can't believe they put something so...&lt;em&gt;explicit&lt;/em&gt; in the yearbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  Hhahha that's kinda what I was thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I was just kidding. That's not really a big deal. Wait... if it was on his chest...&lt;em&gt;how did you miss that????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hhahahahha when you're usually hanging out at your house where your brother and sister are. . .seeing your boyfriend with his shirt off. . . somewhat difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You really need to work on that. And stop hanging out with him when your brother and sister are around!!!! Go to a park if you have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: You and parks!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It was a one time thing. And I am not the only one!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hhahahaha I just may have to try it some time. Seeing as how you and *Name has been omitted* Both had your rendezvous there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I care not to speak of that. You know what would have been funny? If it was at the same park. And if you do, make sure you don't, like, get caught by the cops for being there after dusk, seeing as there are more cops in (*name of home city has been deleted*) than (*name of major city has been omitted*), which makes no sense since no one gets murdered here, but they do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Hahahah I'll make sure I don't get caught.. I usually don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;T:  We should probably end this. Peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:out homeslices!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-8130714393219591576?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/8130714393219591576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=8130714393219591576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/8130714393219591576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/8130714393219591576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-has-been-such-long-time.html' title='It Has Been Such A Long Time...'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-825498344429788597</id><published>2009-04-10T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:29:43.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Overview of the Past Month</title><content type='html'>E: As my sister would say, "Hey hey hey!" It has been requested that I speak of my trip to (*name of college has been omitted), but you can talk about going to London first since that is about a million times more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I plan on moving there. It was awesome. Can't even describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well maybe you should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I'm working on it! But while I do that, you should tell us about your college visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ay yai yai. I actually am not sure where to begin since it was so long ago. I will give a quick run down since I have so much to talk about today!!! Took the bus there. Made friends with a mexican guy at the bus stop in (*name of city has been omitted). Went to the (*name of hall has been omitted). Listened to a speech thingy. Took a tour of the school. Went to a chemistry class which I will elaborate on because it was awkward. So the escort (no, no, no. Not that kind) on the way to the class said I would be late cuz she was late. We get there. She told me to pick a door to enter (there were two). I PICKED THE WRONG DOOR. THERE WERE NO OPEN SEATS IN A LECTURE HALL OF 200 EXCEPT FOR ONE ON THE OTHER SIDE OR IN THE MIDDLE OF TWO PEOPLE. I had to sit in the middle of two people. It was incredibly awkward. Anywho, after that spiel, went back to the hall. Wanted to talk to some people at the PSEO office, so they had to get me another escort. He finally came. He made my day. It was like (*insert "Ahhh" sound like the sound of angels or something. You know what I mean.)! I was all, "Hellllloooooo!" Anywho, on the way he told me that he was in the sport management program, which was so wicked! I think I am done with the story now since I just wrote a freakin' book. I could go on, but I will not . NOW TALK ABOUT LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Can't do it. It was awesome though. Sounds like your college trip was fun. I can't wait for college. I'm going to visit the University of Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You should go visit it. And which one? There's a couple, aren't there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: The one with the Gators as the mascot. My dad said we could visit over the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh! Yes, that one looked very interesting. You definitly need to visit this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: For sure. My other options are Iowa State University, Miami University in Ohio and Illinois Wesleyan. A few others, too. Oh. And St. Thomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ha. Ha. St. Thomas. Don't go missing! Iowa State is aweseome, not gonna lie. You just have to be into small cities. When they say it's a college town, they aren't lying. It really is. There's a really good Chinese place there called "Madarin." What happened to Miami in Coral Gables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: That's still an option too. But it really depends on my ACT score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ughhhhhh. ACT. Don't remind me. And what do you mean it depends on your score? You probably got a 36.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: HA HA! What a joke! If I got a 36 I would die and go to heaven. There was no way I got a 36. The science section was so freaking hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: As good as heaven is, I highly doubt you would want to go there right now. SCIENCE WAS RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: True. It was ridonkulous! I think the ACT should be banned! Who's with me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I am. This song is really sad. But I kinda like it, shocking enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Shocker! That's a first. Elizabeth liking a song by a Disney Artist? Oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Hell must have frozen over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I know! It's a miracle haha. So. . .anything important happen that you haven't told me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Is that supposed to mean something...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Maybe. . .haha just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Suuuure. Sure you are. That is what they all say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Or is it. . .? Gah I have nothing to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, I have stuff to say! I'm just not sure where to begin. It will come to me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Ohh! Tell me! Run fool! They gon kill you! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is quite random haha. And tell you what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Tell me what you were gonna say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ah, yes. So over break I was in my basement looking for something when I found this shelf with books on it about psychology and sociology and business and being able to read people's body language, which tells you exactly what they are saying. I started reading the body language ones and IT IS SO CREEPY! Everything makes sense now! My life is complete! I can read people like a book! Which is so odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Ohh! What am I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I didn't mean like that. And I've only gotten past the part about "courting" and "flirting," oddly enough. It was the first couple chapters in the book. I have actually been reading! I haven't ben able to get through a book since, like eighth grade. Well, there are some other things I can read. It's just hard to pick up on it. And it's things you never would have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What do you mean, "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Nevermind. What exactly have you learned so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ay yai yai! Where to being? When a guy and girl are talking and the guy starts to fix his clothing, like tightening his tie or pulling on his shirt, you can tell that he is "in the mood." Not all the time, though, I mean, only when it's natural. If that makes sense. You can tell if a girl is flirting with a guy if she crosses and uncrosses and then crosses her legs a number of times. When a person tilts their heads to the side and smiles, they like you. A guy's eyes will dialate and his face will flush when he likes a girl. He will also stand taller and try to show masculinity. If someone greets you with an open palm, they like you (this is normal liking). I can't think of a ton of other stuff at the moment. I will let you know if anything else comes to my mind. Which it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is part two of this entry. When we did the first part, like, a week or two ago, we got distracted and stopped blogging. I think we were blogging last, we were watching Teen Cribs or something on MTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Teen Cribs is bomb! But anyway, would you like to know what I've discovered? What I've  discovered is that there are still some boys that are actually nice! I have also discovered that my Daddy is my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E: You know, oddly enough, I was thinking that last night (the guy thing). Your dad is my hero dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I was shocked! For example * Name has been omitted because. . .I just feel like it* always says sorry if he thinks he's said something to upset me. It's so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E: And that is why you should go to prom with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: We have already discussed this. He doesn't really like Prom, and just because he asked me it doesn't mean I'm going to make him go. So there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E: Well maybe you should discuss this with him instead of not going. You know you want to. You know he wants to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: No, I don't think he wants to. Just sayin. Just puttin that out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E: Ah, so another steals my phrase. If you don't find out, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: If I don't find out, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: If you don't find out if he wants to go or not. You don't know that for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I do too know that for sure. Beause I'm psychic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: Oh no. Not this again. Are you going through your psychic phase again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: No. . .Maybe. . .Yeah, so. What's your point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E:Nothing... nothing at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Uh huh. That's what they all say. Anyway. . .how was the track meet yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: That's right. That is what they all say. I LOVE BOY'S TRACK MEETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: You would say such a thing. You would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: Yes I would! I do the posting and it was awesome because yesterday when I left the trailer, there were always shirtless men around and it was like, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" (that's the sound of heaven right there.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I kind of hate you. ( You saw him SHIRTLESS, in the rain and you didn't tell me?! Selfish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: I feel loved. (Haha, I REMEMBER THAT!!!!!!!! That was terrible of you, not calling when something miraculous happens. It was possible to get there. It was possible.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;PART THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: So this is part three because we did the same thing we did last time...stop blogging because of distractions. I don't remember what that was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Haha it was because me and my Daddy had to build that table. Which didn't even work! The stupid directions made no effing sense! Oh well. I still got paid for it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: Ah yes, I do remember how you were not able to get the box open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Stupid box. Sooo. . .anything important happen that you would like to tell the readers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: Nothing I would tell the readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Then tell me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: It is nothing of importance. Really. I always have useless shiite to talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: IS YOUR NAME MICHAEL!!!!!!!!!!!! I am never gonna let you forget that haha. That pretty much made my day haha. I think he was somewhat embarrased when you said that haha. Silly Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E: I will clarify this for the readers because no one gets the inside joke. SOooooo Titi has a lover now, who I had noooo idea who he was. And last night (that was friday) (just in case you were wondering), I was leaving my house for a party and I look at over at Titi's house because I see this person running out of the corner of my eye, thinking it was Tolu, Titi's brother, I yelled, "HEY TOLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! " Because it looked like him, not gonna lie. And then when he didn't respond, I was thought "OMG! THAT MUST BE HER LOVER!" So then I yelled, "IS YOUR NAME MICHAEL????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????" And then he was like, "Yeah." And then Titi comes running out of her house and comes to clarify to me before I left. (Oh, and this was at, like, 11 at night, which is why her lover appeared younger than he actually is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;PART FOUR (we just decided to continue the convo from before, even though that was from...days ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: HE IS NOT MY LOVER!!!!!!!!!! (Just my boyfriend. . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Oui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  I'm hungry haha. That is so random. Anyway, I was going to go into a rant about men(again), but I'm not going to. Why? Because I have finally realized that is not worth it. I could keep whining and ranting about it, but in the end it's not going to change anything. So I'm just going to forget it. And thay's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I am sorry to hear that and I am sorry that I am no help. I have mixed feelings right now and I am not going to bring that problem into this. Anywho... this weather is nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Not cool. Tell me! Tell me now! I need to talk about something else besides &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; subject. Or else I will go crazy. So please, please, tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I think I have already gone crazy. You won't be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Your attempts at changing the subject aren't working. So tell me. Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: What?!? You don't like talking about the weather? What is wrong with you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: The weather is lame. Just like your attempts at changing the subject. Hhaaaha. No. But really, tell me what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: No, I am trying to let this pass. (That makes it sound like a kidney stone or something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Kidney stone? You are one weird child haha. Fine then. Be that away. Withholding information just leads to it bubbling up inside you then it bursts out anyway. One way or the other, I will find out haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I always find out. When I want something, I stop at nothing to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I am so scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: You should be. Be afraid, be very afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: There is nothing to fear but fear itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: You're tellin' me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Hahah, what's that supposed to mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Nothing. I just meant "You're tellin' me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Uh huh. Sure. that's what they all say. Seeing as how you won't divulge this information, I will move on to the next topic( for now, anyway). Do you want to know what I think about relationships and crushes and all that fun stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Thank you!!!! What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  I have realized that relationships make you paranoid. At least for me, I'm always more worried about what that other person is thinkning or feeling, than myself. But I hate that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: You're tellin' me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;em&gt;That &lt;/em&gt;again haha. But it's true. It's the hardest part of relationships. You always want to make that other person happy, so much that you forget that you need to make sure that you're happy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I'm sorry. I just have no emotions today. I guess. I don't know what to say. I'm not really the person to ask for advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  I wish I could be emotionless, sometimes. I think I let my emotions get in the way a lot. Stupid emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Yeah, I (don't really) know what you mean. I just... I am speechless today. I guess? Yeahhhh. Yea. Ye. Y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Ahhh, you make me laugh. Now I understand why they say think with your head and not your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E:  I never understood that. Maybe that's because the difference doesn't apparently work with me. Haha. Head. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I wish. My life doesn't work that way. See, this thing I like to call my brain thinks rationally. But this stupid organ I like to call my heart throws all the rules that my brain thinks, out the window. When It comes to my heart, there are no rules. Stupid heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Ah, impulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Stupid impulse. It ruins everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: In relationships, I would believe. I work on impulse all the time. I don't believe I ever think. But I would agree, it does ruin some things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I got nothing. I'm somewhat filled with mixed emotions right now. Stupid emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Welcome to Eliza's world. On the bright side, school is almost over. Yah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Oh thank goodness. I just want it all to be over. High school, I mean. Like, I will miss everybody, don't get me wrong. But I'm just ready to move on to the next part of life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Come join my empire! That's what I'm working on right now, while everyone is getting high and getting drunk and doing idiodic things, I am building my Trumpness. (Part one of it at least)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Haha Trumpness. That's a funny word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Yes, yes it is. While all of you are working regular jobs in college, I will hopefully have a very steady income at a very steady business! HA! I will hire you Titi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Oh, see. I will be somewhat busy establishing foreign contacts and forming relationships with the future powerhouses of other parts of the world. However, if you need a foreign correspondant. I am your girl haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Well, then, I can hook you up with people across the world later on. And I will make you an ambassador. That's what you should do. Be an ambassador. That's, like, the perfect job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: That's what I want to be when I grow up. But it is  a very strenuous process. But it would be the perfect job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Just about any job is strenous. You know what's strenous???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: BROKERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Hhaha. Oh my gosh, I would probably jump off a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I'm amazed I haven't. But this is what I like doing so, whatever. But the building I want is TWO MILLION DOLLARS. TWO MILLION. Not that I would have to pay it all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Ohmidios. That is a TON of money. Yeah, you wouldn't have to pay it all at once, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I'm not really worried about the price right now. I'm worried about someone else purchasing it. That would suck so badly. That reminds me, I should go call the broker today. I told him I would two weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Yeah, you should probably do that. One day, you have to show me this building. Like, in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I have to go check it out first to see what renovations can be done. Which will be many. Oh, I have an announcement that I have been meaning to say. If any of our readers is over 18 (I KNOW THERE ARE, SEEING AS I HAVE SPOKEN TO YOU) and want part ownership in a business, I need to know. I would ask you Titi, but you are not 18. As far as I am concerned. As for workers, I have enough right now. (You are one, Tea Cake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  I just might have to kill you if you ever call me that again. I am NOT a fictional character from a book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Ah, I miss English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Me too! Except the Tea Cake part.  I also miss (*math teacher's name has been omitted) class. It was fun, not gonna lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Yes, me dos. I miss the daily talk of "Family Guy." The only person I can talk to about that now is (*name has been omitted*) but I am afraid to talk him right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I haven't talked to that kid since 2nd grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: Oh, you are missing out. I heart that kid. Though, if you can't take very... dirty talk, I would highly recommend not talking to him. Often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Hahaha. Then I will probably not do that, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: I think we should end this incredibly, extremely long blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: K, Peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E: OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-825498344429788597?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/825498344429788597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=825498344429788597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/825498344429788597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/825498344429788597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/04/overview-of-past-month.html' title='An Overview of the Past Month'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-3140991790942430180</id><published>2009-03-20T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:03:30.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E: Well hello children. It has been quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pft&lt;/span&gt;. Children. Anyway, did anything new happen . . .Oh! I remember what I was going to say! I really do want to know where *name has been omitted* got that big sign from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is such a random thing to use. How horrible would it have been if she said she didn't want to go to prom with him? How embarrassing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: That would have sucked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; it was such a bright sign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, yes it was indeed. I nearly went blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: It was very. .. I WANNA WATCH THE LITTLE RASCALS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: If I find it, I will give the movie to you. It might not work though, since it got stuck in our VCR when I was, like, eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Interesting. Apparently, when I was little I always used to stick pencils and various things like that into our VCR. We weren't through a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VCRs&lt;/span&gt; during my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is such a weird thing to do. I feel bad for your parents, having to pay for all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VCRs&lt;/span&gt;. It's funny how they're so obsolete now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mhmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Roighty&lt;/span&gt; then. You did not give me much to go off of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Sorry, I just don't feel too well. How was your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I went to school, so it obviously wasn't exciting, thanks to the fact that fun is banned in high school. And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I was irritated by a lot of the people in my fourth hour. But not by the person you would think.  I'm just getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;annoys&lt;/span&gt; by pretty much everyone lately. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;! On the plus side, I got to see one of my favorite people today. It made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: First, who are all the people annoying you in first hour? And what a shocker that (*name has been omitted because he is too odd to be mentioned) didn't annoy you or have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt; attack again or something. Two, who is this person you saw that made you smile...? Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  It's fourth hour, not first hour. Their names start with C, and I can't think of the rest right now. Two, the same person who makes me smile all the time, when he's not being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;butthead&lt;/span&gt;; that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, my bad. I'm having memory issues. Yes, she is annoying. OH!!!! SO HE MAKES YOU SMILE!!!!!! A HA! THAT makes my day because.. it just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Well then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes. Well then. I have a lot to talk about, ...but at the same time, I have nothing to talk about. It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weeeird&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: You &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;say such a thing =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ahaha&lt;/span&gt;! That phrase makes me laugh. And I would say such a thing. That is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Laughing makes you live longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Is that so? So does holding your breath when you pass near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cemeteries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: This is scientifically proven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What makes you think holding your breath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; that you pass a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; isn't scientifically proven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Because if it is, then it's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You would say such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:You would say that I would say such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: YOU WOULD SAY THAT I WOULD SAY THAT YOU WOULD SAY SUCH A THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: You would say that. You would you sick, sick individual. JUST KIDDING! Or am I. . .?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: But I didn't even say any innuendos to get that! So ha! So there. Moving on before we lose the last of our fans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Speaking of which. . .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SHOUTOUT&lt;/span&gt; TO DEREK!!! He is awesome. No, really. He is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: If you say so. (Kidding. Or am I?) I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shoutout&lt;/span&gt; to the lunch ladies, like the people on the announcements who make me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to go to Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  You know you think the lunch ladies  are bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I would like them even more if they made half-decent food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Blame the school district, not the lunch ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I have gotten uncooked chicken in wraps before. I highly doubt that is the district's fault. I will eat &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; but I won't even eat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ewwww&lt;/span&gt;. those things look disgusting. I actually like the chicken salad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; that they have. Especially with chicken noodle soup. I like chicken noodle soup. It's yummy. No really, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: How could you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; like chicken noodle soup??? What a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: * Rocks out and reminisces about the good 'ole days*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Thank you for giving me something to go off of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: You're welcome. DON'T JUDGE ME, WITH YOUR SILENTLY JUDGING EYES!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: As someone I once hung out with told me, "Eyes give away everything." I give it the stamp of approval. It is true. So, so true. Not that I was judging you. Just silently laughing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: If eyes give away everything. . .then I'm in somewhat of a spot 'o trouble. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "Spot 'o trouble." That makes me giggle a bit. And what is that supposed to mean...? You'd better explain. Don't be like (*name has been omitted since we haven't got permission yet) and be in an angry mood and blow me off. (As of now, I am silently making a fist inside and saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aghhhh&lt;/span&gt;! I HATE THAT.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I'm not blowing you off. I would just rather not post my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ishh&lt;/span&gt; on the net for everyone to see, such as College Admission People. There was a segment on the news about that once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Obviously you aren't blowing me off today. I'm at your house. I don't get why people post things on the web that can get you into serious trouble. Like, when people post pictures of them being drunk. HOW STUPID DO YOU GET???? The people on (*name of TV station has been omitted) in the morning say that two drinks is the limit for posting pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Honestly, if you party. Be careful about the pictures you take. You never know where they might end up. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: So. Moving on. Enough about idiots. Anything exciting in your life that you have "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;" forgotten to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Er. . .no. Same question to you. Oh wait, I was just reminded of something. I guess it's "Prom Asking" Season now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Not much here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Attempting&lt;/span&gt; to start and business and move out early. Ah, yes that season has now approached us. What a good season for people who like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't see all the hype. Hundreds of dollars towards another dance. Why would you do that? Once, sure. But three times? Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-prom or anything. It's just not the biggest priority in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Same. I'm just glad I didn't go last year. That would have been a very, very bad idea. I don't get why people spend hundreds on it, either. Does it need to be that costly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  No, no it does not. You could find a perfectly gorgeous dress and it does not have to end up costing you a lot. It's ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Like many people. I think we should end this now since I must skip to my house and attend my sister's Academic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Triathlon&lt;/span&gt; Finals tonight soon. Woo to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; have fun with that and wish her good luck for me. Peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Will do. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-3140991790942430180?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/3140991790942430180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=3140991790942430180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/3140991790942430180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/3140991790942430180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-well-hello-children.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-5733127445597549676</id><published>2009-02-20T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:09:30.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: Well. It has been two weeks since we last blogged! Thanks to sickness. I think I have figured out where my mono came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;! Where?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: My mom did research on it since she is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; curious about why I got it. Since I can get it from someone who does not show signs. And I won't show signs for at least a month, or at least that is possible. And since no one around me sneezed or was sickly. And I haven't touched weird door handles. Nothing of the sort. There is one person I could have gotten it from. I am going to kill him. He is the reason I am failing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;APUSH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  But, But you said he was the reason you're failing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;APUSH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;APUSH&lt;/span&gt;, that's funny =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: WHAT??? How on earth would I have gotten it from him???????? NO! He is NOT the reason I am failing. That's just awkward on so many levels. Okay, so let me explain this. I have not shared any food with anyone. I have not shared any drinks with anyone. I have not shared anything like that. There is only one thing I have shared with one person. There is only one way to know if I got it and that would be to ask him, which I will not. And I am failing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;APUSH&lt;/span&gt; because I was gone for so long and haven't made up anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: This all is too funny. Well, in my mind anyway. These things always come back to haunt you. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Funny for you! I have to watch my spleen for a month and cannot do any contact sports or rough housing. And whatever, I have no regrets about that night. SO HA! HA ON YOU! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Ha rough housing. No regrets. Huh, that's interesting. Considering you won't talk to the guy. So HA HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I won't talk to him because I don't feel like it. That is why. And that would be just awkward. And what is there to regret about it anyway? Answer me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Nothing, really. I still don't see why you can't talk to him, you strange child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It's just weird since he has a girlfriend and everything now. I don't really have a reason to speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Uh, yeah you do. You could be like "YOU GAVE ME MONO, YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BUTTFACE&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, but I am not completely sure that it was him. I just have a strong feeling that it was him. Like, where else could I have came from? It didn't just come from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Ha, like I said. This is so weird, but funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, yes it is quite odd. It's like it just came down and struck me out of nowhere. Mono is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Headaches aren't fun, either. I just laid in bed for three days, eating nothing. It was no fun at all, AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh I know what you mean about not eating. It is horrific. How is one supposed to live without food???????? You had a headache for three days? You should really get that checked. That...that's not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I did have that checked and my doctor did NOTHING! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hurmph&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Your doctor lies. Not that I can, like, diagnosis you or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: He does. He's a loser face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;. You're doctor is a &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;. That is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Some people would say that that is so sexist. I for one, think it's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I was just kidding. Duh. That would be so mean. But so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yess&lt;/span&gt; it would. I'm hungry =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Are not we all hungry? I for some reason cannot wait to eat tonight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I like how ADD that was. I mean how we went from doctors to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  If you haven't noticed, we are very ADD. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Megh&lt;/span&gt;. I kinda wanna end this now. Peace &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-5733127445597549676?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/5733127445597549676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=5733127445597549676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/5733127445597549676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/5733127445597549676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/02/elizabeth-well.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-3253222134861895741</id><published>2009-02-02T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:54:20.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: I am in a very philosophical mood today. In which I mean I keep thinking about life and the future and relationships and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friendships&lt;/span&gt; and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;: No talking about the future; I just had to write a paper about it, IN SPANISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's why you don't take Spanish 5. And not necessarily the future future, just when I turn 17. I am very scared for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I'm scared when I have to go to college. Who knows what kind of whacked out people live outside of ( *City name has been omitted as to ward off creepers*). Hell, who knows what kind of whacked out people live &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; (* City name is still being omitted as to ward off Creepy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Creepertons&lt;/span&gt;*)! Example A: (* Name has been omitted because he's a creeper*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What is it with you and swearing suddenly? Jeez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;louis&lt;/span&gt;. Ah, I don't even want to talk about college right now because I think college is officially not an option for me and it makes me sad. And I can tell you what type of whacked out people are out there and here. I can introduce you to some too if you would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  What is this nonsense I am listening to? I can't tell if I am in  a crabby mood or not? And are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It is what we non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; worshippers call music. I don't know, I am extremely annoyed with Disney people and Hip Hop/ Rap. It's all drum machines and it's fake. That is why rock is better. I win. What do you mean by "I can't tell if I'm in a crabby mood or not?" No, my mood is not totally okay. Though I have to keep pretending like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  I'm not sure if I'm in  an angry mood or if I'm just "Eh". And why do you have to pretend?  Just let your emotions out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, that sounded funny even before I finished typing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, okay. It was the question mark that threw me off. It's not necessarily pretending, more or less I don't want to be in a bad mood around other people. And I don't want to be in a bad mood. But everything just keeps coming back to me and I can't run away from it. That was cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Yes, yes it was. Do you wanna know who I have been dreaming about lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Do I want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Well, if you don't I'm not going to tell you. I'm not going to tell you about something you have no interest in hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I wasn't sure if this was something bad. Or dirty or something odd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Oh no, nothing like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: So your story is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: It's not a story. I was going to say that I've been dreaming about *name has been omitted because, well that would be awkward* a lot lately. It's weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ah, yes that is quite odd. Wasn't that very ninth grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I know! That's what makes it so weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is weird. And what do you mean by "dreams"? As in...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  I don't know. We just always seem to get together and then for some reason * name has been omitted because that would be even more awkward* gets jealous and a love triangle ensues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You have a lot of love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;triangle&lt;/span&gt; dreams. Or so I have noticed. That is kind of...kinky. At least you have dreams about good looking men. (Or I will be believe he is. I can't remember what that child looks like) I can't even say what my recent dreams have been. Real life frightening, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  I hate that word! Oh, he's tall. Tan, nice curly/wavy hair, cute smile. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I was kidding. Do you remember the, I think this is what we called them, tall dark handsome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; players?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Oh my! They were beautiful, they were. Good times. * Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, and now I know many of them. How odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Although, I'd rather not talk about boys right now. They confuse me way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Men are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Except Derek! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, not that I disagree or anything, but why exactly are they evil now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh my, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;, what are you inferring there...? I was kidding. about men being evil I obviously love men, especially if the reason I have decided not to choose about twenty colleges because there were more female than male. And if I dislike sitting with a group of females at lunch. Or just females in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Females can cause unnecessary drama, es la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It's kind of annoying. I don't even know what to say about it, I guess. I am speechless as of...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Speech! No me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gusta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;clase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Speech is a good class! Not that I've had it or anything. But (*Name has been omitted*) is a good teacher. You'll hate him for his grading, but in the long road, you'll appreciate it. I did. He makes you a well rounded person. Or at least in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  That's what you always say. Well, we're done here. Peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-3253222134861895741?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/3253222134861895741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=3253222134861895741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/3253222134861895741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/3253222134861895741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/02/elizabeth-i-am-in-very-philosophical.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-101696763824124231</id><published>2009-01-29T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:56:37.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: I have a funny story! And another that I will say later because it is less important. So one day I filled out this form for the National Guard because I am thinking about going to war, and so as I was filling out the thingy, I clicked on a box that said "I would like to speak to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Guard&lt;/span&gt; member" or something like that. I figured that they would just call or something. Then yesterday I went to the Country Inn and Suites to get an application. I come back home and my mom is all "What the heck do you have going with the National Guard?????" And I was all. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;?" And she was all, "While you were gone, there was all of a sudden this banging on the door and then I saw these two men all dressed in uniforms and they were big and scary and I though they were coming to take someone away and then I answered the door and then they kept asking questions about you and wondering where you were and asking if you had any questions and all this stuff. I was freaked out." I don't know, maybe this story is only funny to me because I am weird like that. And I did not think that they would show up at my house with their vehicles and uniforms and freak my mom out. That makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Oh that was funny. That somewhat brightened my mood. Somewhat. Not really. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sad/pissed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It was. I am upset I missed them by twenty minutes because I actually &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; need to talk to them. Ah, moods. It is a good thing we didn't blog after third hour or after school because then we would have one heck of a depressing blog. Is this mood just because of the grade thing or is it about something else which you have refused to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: For the most part, the grade thing. And the weight thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You need to eat. No questions. And I am not kidding. When you don't eat every three to four hours, you put your body into shock mode and even though that does help you lose weight, it slows your metabolism which makes it harder to lose weight. It also makes your body go into it's emergency &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; or something like that, and it takes the essential vitamins and minerals out of your bod. If you eat more often you gain a higher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;metabolism&lt;/span&gt; and you will lose weight faster. And there is my health lecture for the day. It is sad that I know all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: That makes no sense. How does eating MORE make you lose weight? That's redundant. And I do eat every four hours. I had a brownie in first hour and noodles when I got home from school. Plus I exercise. So there's no way I can't lose weight; so THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It's not eating more, it is eating more often. And it has to be healthy. BROWNIES ARE NOT HEALTHY. When you eat more often, it keeps you body from going into emergency mode and all this other stuff I can't remember. And by the way, first hour and the end of school are, like, seven hours apart. I win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: LIES!!!All of it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What's a lie? I know it isn't. I studied health books like the bible. I know what I'm talking about. Like did you know that one bell pepper has 380% of your daily Vitamin A? A I think. I can't completely remember. A or D or E. But the number is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I eat peppers all the time. Most of the food my mom makes me eat contains the stuff that gives me vitamins. I'm doing this for my own benefit. It'll help me in the long run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You eat a whole pepper a day? Weird.... I forgot what I was going to say. But on another note, I think we should talk about something else. Food makes me hungry. Oh, it was about eggs. They provide around half of the protein you need a day. They're really beneficial. You know what depressed me today? Or more like, what hit me hard today? Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, that sounded wrong. Or should I say kinky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Yes, because I stuff whole peppers in my mouth. Wow. I hate eggs, shrimp, ribs, BBQ, and I can't think of anything else I don't like. Now anyway. What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You never know. Some people are odd like that. YOU HATE EVERYTHING!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! Then again, I eat almost everything. Health. That is what happened. We had some guest speakers today who talked about drinking and driving and accidents and drugs and stuff and being impaired while driving. It 1) made me not want to ever get in a car again 2) hit an emotional button in moi. It just scares me to know that people my age &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; dumb enough to drink/get high and drive, and if anyone, &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; (except a certain few) died or was critically injured, a little bit of me would die inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Psh&lt;/span&gt;, I name three things- OH I FORGOT SUSHI! I hate sushi too. Anyway, I name four things that I hate and suddenly I hate everything? That's redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, that is everything because those are the best foods in the world!! And SUSHI??????? Out of all things, you had to hate SUSHI???? Is this a cruel, sick joke? WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS!!!! JUST kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bahumbug&lt;/span&gt;. That's a lie. You'll probably still come over here tomorrow just for the heck of it. And sushi is DISGUSTING, WITH A CAPITAL "D". I had a bad experience with that stuff as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I will not come over tomorrow and prove you wrong! HA!!! And I won't come over the next day either OR on the Superbowl and PROVE YOU WRONG!!! (Hey, does anyone want to help me replace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt; for me this weekend? I have free movie tickets!) What now?!?!?!?! And if you get the sushi without raw fish, it's a lot better. Then again, I might be saying that just because i love avocados. What happened as a kid that could possibly have scarred you away from sushi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: I thought it was one of those Ho-Ho thingies. Then I ate it and it wasn't sweet =(. So then I went to the bathroom and threw up on purpose.  The same happened with this one squid stuff and duck. And THAT'S why I hate sushi and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food to this day. So there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Squid sounds kind of fun. How can you go wrong with that???? And sushi isn't Chinese. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt;. Ah, that story is kinda funny. Children eat the most random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  I THOUGHT IT WAS A HO-HO FOR GOODNESS SAKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: And now I am scarred for life. Stupid sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Well then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, I have two things to talk to you about that I don't think I ever really explained to ya. I think you commented on my status once and I never replied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was at my Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Yeah, I noticed. I thought you were pissed at me or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;somesuch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, no, I just didn't want to use my phone there. The first is....I am somehow related to Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mauer&lt;/span&gt;!!!! My grandma's grandma's sister's son's daughter married a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mauer&lt;/span&gt; and one of the 2? 2? sons is Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; I get it now. Does that mean you get Twins tickets for free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ha. Ha. No. They would be like, 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; cousins or something of that sort. I'd rather not go through all that work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  True. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ughhh&lt;/span&gt; I have something to tell you. And I just realized something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: And what might this be...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: It's been a month plus a few days since me and you know who have been together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Really? It's been that long? Wow! It feels like just week that I kept hearing the word "Maryland." Oh right. That was. That's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Yeah....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: And what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: That was the other thing I had to tell you, I can't tell you on here though. That would be awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: As most things in this blog are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Si, es la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: There was a reason i quit Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  You can't necessarily "quit" a language. You can decided to stop learning it, but you can't really quit it, especially since you've been taking it for four years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is not true. I can go burn all memories of it. I did that recently and it worked quite well. Not with Spanish, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  What did you burn? And where was I? I Like burning things. Not arson or anything. Just burning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;memorabilia&lt;/span&gt; from memories past that have been horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Remind me not to get matches near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  I just meant I like burning away bad memories, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mentally&lt;/span&gt; I wish  I could burn his FACE. Okay, maybe not his face, but his  clothes or something. That would suck. Then he'd have to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nakey&lt;/span&gt; all of the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ewwwww&lt;/span&gt;, yucky. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah right. You'd probably want that. Are you trying to infer that you would prefer him to be unclothed??And I thought I was sick and twisted. Well! Look who has the sick mind now! I was so, so wrong about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: You sick. sick. SICK. Soul. That is wrong in so many ways. * Name has been omitted, well because that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;*'s body however, that I would like to see =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You're the one who said it. And I quote: "He would have to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nakey&lt;/span&gt; all of the time."  And really? You would like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;? Really? And wait, didn't you see it at homecoming, like, twice???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Well yeah, But it was covered in that cheap green paint. That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;yuckky&lt;/span&gt;. It peeled everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Like a sunburn. But, oh, oh, okay, thank god. I thought you were going to say something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Wow,what are you insinuating? That, I'm easy??? WHAT KIND OF BEST FRIEND ARE YOU????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; then I would be saying something like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;TITI&lt;/span&gt; IS EASY! CALLING MEN!" or, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;TITI&lt;/span&gt;! DON'T BE SO DESPERATE!" But I am not, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Oh, Don't even get me started on desperate women. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Ewww&lt;/span&gt; that's not attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Let's not go there since this blog is about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  Like that has ever stopped us before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: True. We always seem to talk about men. Oh, I lost. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt; SUCKERS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  I lost.  I hate you! And I will hate you Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's a song. "Forever and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;alllllllllllllllllllllwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaysssssssss&lt;/span&gt;!" I forgot the rest of the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T:  We were just listening to that. YOU ARE A SICK MINDED SOUL. YOU NEED HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No no not the Taylor Swift one. I highly doubt you've heard this song. Maybe you have. And it's your fault for the sick mind right now! You brought it up! And I don't need help, I need food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt; food. Oh remember that one soup you tried that you had with bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No. I have no idea what you are talking about. Just kidding. Now that you explain it, I remember. I think we should be done. I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; have homework to get done now that I have all my hard classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mwhahaahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Ha! Welcome to my world. It is not a pleasant world.( I think we had this conversation this morning?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Well you have homework and I have to work on my story. So peace &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Out little nuggets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-101696763824124231?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/101696763824124231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=101696763824124231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/101696763824124231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/101696763824124231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/01/elizabeth-i-have-funny-story-and.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-2350519395310828698</id><published>2009-01-20T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:30:54.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentin'es Day and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>E: I am just so stoked to start the blog today. Really, I am. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Is that sarcasm I hear? Haha. I'm too tired =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, yes that is sarcasm you hear. Maybe we shouldn't be blogging if you are too tired. I would feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Well you should feel bad!Mwahahaha. Ha! And this song depresses me. Do you feel worse? Because you should! Ha! Mwahaha. Ha! Ha- Ha! Ha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: (The song Titi is talking about is "Pitter Pat" by Erin McCarly and it is a very good song) What...what is that supposed to mean? I have been listening to this song at, like, midnight for some reason, ever since you mentioned that it is break up season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  It is break up season! Oh shoot. I lost my train of thought. It's because of the sesame. Darn sesame =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That dang sesame. It ruins everything. Well, break up season had to come sometime soon. Ironic that it is coming near the big V-Day. God, I hate V-Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  That's a happy thought. I think what I dislike about Valentine's Day is that you kind of feel like a loser when you see all these girls with roses and cards from their beloveds(eds?) and you don't have a boyfriend to give you one. It's a tad bit depressing. Wanna know what would be horrible?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: As Ryan Seacrest calls it, "&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ingles &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;wareness &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ay." Not that I quote him often or anything. Or ever. It bothers me so much when girls are all, "I want this and that and this and that for Valentine's Day." O.M.G. Really? That is so freakin' ridiculous. Like, if I am dating someone, this is what I ask for: A hug. A Cookie. A pen. Something easy like that. I hate girls who expect so much. All I care about is showing that you care. The rest of the girl population can go die. And what would be bad Titi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: A pen? Really? Yeah. . . No. I demand chocolate. Chocolate Roses are always nice. But that's it. No Jewelry, because I always lose it. Especially earrings. YOU JUST TOLD ME TO GO DIE!!! I HATE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, Titi, a pen. Chocolate roses are expensive, man. I bought one for my mom, jeez. I could've gone broke. I was kidding about the die thing. Obviously because then I would have to go die. I must have, like, a male gene or something when it comes to V-Day because I am not like you or the other 4 billion women in the world when it comes to this subject. I do not comprehend. And you still didn't tell me what it so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Oh! Right! Wouldn't it be horrible if you and your boyfriend broke up the day before V-Day and you already bought him a gift?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That happens quite a lot. And it wouldn't be that bad. I would give the gift to his best, best friend. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: You are a mean, mean person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Or was it. . .?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ah, we start this again. Or do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Ah, something wicked this way comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Oh. Mi. Dios. Not. Again. Never. Again. NEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:EVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Roight. Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: What were we talking about again? Oh yeah, Valentine's Day! It's so cute that (* name has been omitted*) is asking (*name has been omitted because the person above would kill me. No. Seriously, she would. She's EVIL!*) to the Sadie Hawkin's dance! Are you gonna ask anybody? Maybe a certain *ahem* person who you were talking to over facebook and decided not to tell me *AHEM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: WHAT??????????????????? I would never mix business with pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: NOT THAT PERSON!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! I think I have to rinse my mind out with soap because of the yuckky image I got in my head of you and him. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: They're both like, 19 and decently beautiful, so I'm not complaining. And this is why I am in this business. Oh oh oh oh! So when I went to (*club name has been omitted*), and saw the future people I could be working with, HEL-LO!!!! Not a single girl works there. I will like that job. And who is this person I was talking to? I am utterly confuzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Think about it. Just think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I can't think. I'm having a brain fart. And I hate guessing games. Who is this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  I'm not telling =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Fine. I will think. (she thinks) Oh god, I know who you are talking of. Would you like to know how I was greeted by that freak this midday? "WHAD UP???" And then he tried to trip me. But who is a master of beating him at EVERYTHING??? Yea. That's what I thought biotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Awww cute. It's a love hate relationship. DON'T DENY IT! You know you want him (haha Soap opera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:(Titi- "so sexy! so sexy!" I miss that teacher) I would rather die than admit that. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: ( "Why are you laughing? This is no laughing matter, my love for you is no laughing matter!" - I miss him too =(   ) Uh-huh. That's what you say now. Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: And what I will continue to say. Because I am in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Just the last line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Riiiight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Anywho. Off of my love life. And onto yours...explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Explain what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Anything. Like how is your relationship? (I refuse to bring up Maryland. Even though I just did. I swear to god, if he says that again, I will jump out of the window.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:( If you jump out of the window, it wont be effective, because my window is right on the ground. You would just be on rocks. If you bring him up you have to bring up Maryland. You loser) It's going good. It just sucks that he's not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I am quite sorry to hear that. :( (insert fake tear here since I probably can't for real cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Haha you don't have to fake cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Silly Lizy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What is the sudden fad of calling me "liz?" (except you, "T"). Kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I will push you out the window if you call me that one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You would do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Yes. I probably would =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I got nothin'. OH WAIT!!! You all need to check the online school newspaper sometimes soon. People from our school should know the site and if you don't, shame on you haha. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, we would put the site on here but then that gives stalkers more of a chance to track us down. So nah. Oh, titi, you and your lyric quoting. Ai yai yai. I had something to say. What was it.... Ay, yes, I remember. First of all, since I am forced to become an avid clubber against my will. WHERE MY PARTY PEOPLE AT?????????????? Since T will not go with me. (Don't push me out the window!!) If anyone ever wants go, you know where to hit me up. Second, am I the only one who feels like playing a pickup game of football or basketball or SOMETHING????? I need to get outside. Ai yai yai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I strongly dislike football. It's boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You sicken me! When I go into that profession, you'd better make use of the box seats I will get you and better like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Nah, I'll just give the tickets to the poor unfortunate people who can't afford box seat tickets. Why would I waste my time watching football(no offense football players)? It bores me to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No comment. So anywho, we might want to end this now since I must gallop my way home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Gallop? Really? Really. Alrighty then. Peace &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Out homeskillets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-2350519395310828698?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/2350519395310828698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=2350519395310828698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/2350519395310828698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/2350519395310828698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-day-and-other-stuff.html' title='Valentin&apos;es Day and Other Stuff'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-1527482463875034907</id><published>2009-01-16T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:15:17.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: Hello little froglings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Titi: Kettle Corn is yummy mmmm. Anyway, I hate this nonsense idea of doing a project over break,its not fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I am not a huge fan of kettle corn. But I don't dislike it at the same time. Well, technically, it isn't break. It's "two snow days in a row and a weekend and a monday off." And yes, that is so not fair. Snow days are meant for no homework. Leave it that way. Teachers have issues. I believe they are teachers to torture innocent children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T:  This is utter and complete nonsense! This is almost as long as Spring Break, so I am officialy calling it Mid-year Break.Deal With it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:I will deal with it! Haha! This is the one and only reason I am glad I have no worthwhile class right now. They can't assign me homework. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: This is nonsense, I say, NONSENSE! Why oh why was I cursed with the idea that I could take AP classes. Never again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: The whole world is a bundle of nonsense. Except me. I'm the only sensible person and everyone else is nonsense-ish. That's the way I see it. AP classes can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: That's a lie. I find it highly unlikely  that you are the only sensible person in the world. You hate the spanish language for godssake! But you're taking Chinese! What is this nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You're right. I'm not the only sensible person in the world. Chacha is. Chacha is GOD! Ah, yes, I might be taking Chinese, that is true. I have my mom convinced to do it, and since she wants to show up my dad (who goes to China at least every couple months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T:  Be careful, you could get ex-communicated for saying that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yesssss, but my church does not read this blog. Not that I even go to church anymore. I think the last time was Sunday for the first time in, like, two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Yesss but you never know who reads this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That would be really weird if my priest read this. Then again, he is weird. Anywho, off the subject of religion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: I got nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:something but it's kind of the same thing as it always is. If anyone wants to go to (*name of nightclub has been omitted) on Sunday for free, let me know. The only other way you can VIP and in for free, besides asking me, is to listen to Lucas on (*name of radio station has been omitted) and win 'em. Ha ha! I love how generous this guy is to me. And I hardly even do anything for the club. Amazing. But yea, let me know. And that is this Sunday&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T:  Anyway, I'm so tired. I don't think I can play soccer tonight. I'm in too much pain =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Eh, I hate that feeling. It is so annoying. Why are you in so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T:  My neck hurts. and I  have a headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I wondered why you had this sudden mood swing. I wasn't sure if I breathed wrong or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: No, Im  not like a pregnant lady, I just need more sleep =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ha. Ha. Pregnant. I know what you mean by more sleep. I slept nearly the entire day yesterday. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: I wish I could sleep for that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You should try it. It is quite weird. It always makes my day feel like I hallucinated or something. Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T:  Si. I'm tempted to fake too hurt or sick to play tonight and just go to sleep. The last time I played soccer, I got a bunch of bruises. That are still there =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: And this is why soccer isn't meant to be played indoors. If you don't go, you should go to (*name of place has been omitted to prevent stalkers and creepy perverts*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Like that'll happen haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Like what'll happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: The odds of me ever going to a club are slim to none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: And that is because...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T:You forget who my father is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What they don't know won't hurt them. No, I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: No, but when they find out; It'll hurt me haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ai yai yai guilt is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Yes, yes it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: I'm tired and I have to get ready for soccer. So we should be done haha. Peace&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-1527482463875034907?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/1527482463875034907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=1527482463875034907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/1527482463875034907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/1527482463875034907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/01/elizabeth-hello-little-froglings.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12689463335367709607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPrDfez_Wl8/SKc_p5UQhuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xv56_o2N6lQ/S220/s726767218_823136_833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-2150801136425048574</id><published>2009-01-12T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:57:16.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innuendos</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: Hi children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Titi: I don't think the people reading this qualify as children, seeing as how most of them are probably older than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, that might be true. I just didn't know how to start this shiite out. Oh, since i can say two names now... SHANNEN!!! SHANNEN!!!! DEREK!!! DEREK!!! You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Hola. Wanna know what's funny? I think we're in a "rock" mood today. A warning to all of you readers: 99.9% of this post will probably be about venting about the stupid people that we know that are getting on our nerves. So you have been warned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: "Rock" mood? You? Rock? I can't even get you to listen to my nabbs hahahahahahaha! (Only the best service in the world, FYI) (besides chacha) (chacha is god!) (yes, that's right. I HAVE MET GOD!!!!!!!!!!!) (What now?!?!)The Vikings might have to win a superbowl before I get you to listen to Metallica. Or AC/DC. Or Slipknot. Or even Theory of a Deadman!!! I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Yeah...none of that is ever going to happen. EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!And yes, Chacha is the ishh. For those of you who are skeptical about it, use the service once and I guarantee you'll be hooked. NO LIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, I do love chacha, but since they don't pay us to advertise for them...enough of them! we should see if they have an affiliate network. How wicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Great, something wicked this way comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I meant the good wicked. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Yeah... I figured that, I just wanted to say it because it felt like a good time to, do you have a problem with that?!?(haha Scarlett Letter project, that never ceases to make me laugh.) STOP TWIRLING YOUR HAIR!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It was quite funny. Ah! The Scarlett Letter! I'm so excited to do &lt;u&gt;The Old Man and The Sea&lt;/u&gt;!! That should be exciting. It amazes me, the things I do for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I don't have that kind of dedication or time....I have more important things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Me too. But I love to make movies (no, Titi, I did not mean I get cinematic. Was that...oh my! &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; actually thought of that!!! I am &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a bad influence on people.). Anywho... And I like to make school somewhat exciting. NO, TITI, do NOT take that the wrong way. Even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wasn't thinking that, and I am an innuendo machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:Liar, you so were. I guess it's true; you really can make a sexual reference out of anything these days. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: A funny world made for Elizabeth's innuendos!!! It is true. Like, when (*name has been omitted) does the shimmy shoulder thing and says things like, "Office work" or "Lunch" or "Spanish class." Even &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; sounds dirty, and I'm pretty sure lunch isn't. Not that it couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I got nothing. Too busy laughing at the fact I just made an awesome innuendo =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: SAME HERE!!! I cannot even believe it! That has got to be the best innuendo you have made. It's a good thing you caught that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Oh jeez. I WANT SWEET AND SOUR CHICKEN!!!!!!!Except without the sauce, yuckky. There's this one place in Rochester that has&lt;strong&gt; The BEST &lt;/strong&gt;sweet and sour chicken. Oh and cream cheese wantons, they are amazing. It's unreal. I think I want to drive down to Rochester to go get food now. Except not in this weather, I would die. As if my parents would ever let me drive, they're too protective. On the subject of Chinese food, I don't even like it that much. Actually at all (AT ALL!) Just the chicken and cream cheese wantons. K, I'm done now. I promise =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: You need to stop talking about food. I am very hungry now, thank you so much. And how can you not like Chinese food??? It's amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: I just don't, except for chicken. I like chicken no matter how it's cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: That's because chicken is amazing. I can never understand how people can be vegetarian. I love my meat. Aaaaaaaaaaand that sounded extremely wrong. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Hahahah wooooooooooooooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: I think I just need to stop talking. I keep sounding like a perverted manwhore or something. How horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Haha maybe. . .Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: Wha...what does that mean??? Okay, do you like this song, or am I the only one in the world that is extremely obsessed with it? ("Bad Girlfriend" Theory of a Deadman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: It's dece, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Is that a no...? If anyone else likes it, let me know so I don't feel so alone in this obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: You and your obsessions. They make me laugh. All of a sudden I feel sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ugh, I hate feeling sick. It's disgusting. I think we should quickly skip to confessions, just because I have homework to get done, which is going to be such a blast that I just cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Roight. My confession is. . .that I'd rather be alone and by myself. Then with people. Just because when you're with people, you tend to put on some kind of mask because there isn't really anyone I trust anymore. Well besides this loser sitting next to me, who happens to claim to be my best friend but I'm not so sure. . . haha jk Lizy. But yeah, that's my confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I know what you mean. I thought I could trust people (you know what I'm talking about cuz we just had the same issue) and I was so, so wrong. I wish there was someone new I could meet that I could actually trust. I think there's one guy and one girl (you TI squared) that I for sure (fa sha!) can trust. And yes, I will not deny I am a loser. It always amazes me that I have friends. Yeah, so my confession. Well, I have one that I have never told anyone (&lt;em&gt;even my parents! &lt;/em&gt;not that I would haha), even you Titi, but I'm not sure if I want to put it online. And the second one, oh shoot. I forgot it. Just kidding. I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Well? What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Both, no beating around the bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: If I had an alias on this site...I would do the first. Aiiiiiight, I'll do both. Nobody better question me about &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; of them. I refuse to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Oh you will explain. At least, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: (for reader information: Elizabeth just deleted about three paragraphs of information, which was the first confession for PG rated reasons and to protect her rep) Yes, so back to confessing. And if anyone wants to know that, they can ask. Ha! Anywho, my confession is that everyone thinks that I go to clubs for the VIP and because I actaully like clubbing. I hate clubbing, to be honest. Well, some parts aren't bad. It's just that some people there are over the top skanky. I'm just getting really involved in clubs because I'm hoping that this will lead me to exactly where I want to get in my life. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Amen, sister!Haha anyway, I think we're done here. So peace &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: Thank god. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-2150801136425048574?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/2150801136425048574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=2150801136425048574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/2150801136425048574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/2150801136425048574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/01/innuendos.html' title='Innuendos'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-7557120683516983121</id><published>2009-01-08T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:10:19.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: First of all, I would like to clarify something. More like correct, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Titi: Go ahead, I've got nothing to say really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That last confession really wasn't very true. I was very pissed off that day and needed something to vent about. I highly doubt I felt that way. The guy is a very good guy. I must have been high when I said that. (Not really. Figure of speech)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Ahhhh, I see. I do that all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, that was pretty bad. Oh! I have an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Ohh oh! Que es?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, you already know this. But our reader (s) do not. So next Friday, I have an unofficial interview next Friday at (*name has been omitted to prevent stalkers). So I kinda need a ride to the nightclub. If anyone wants to give me a ride, I can get them in &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;. And plus I'm a blast, so there's the decision maker right there. (If you actually are interested, it's one of the biggest nightclubs in our state. If you know me, you know what I'm talking about. And you can come talk to me) Thanks! That would be great if someone wanted to volunteer for my cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Riiiiiight. Don't let what happened LAST TIME happen again. Or else you-know-what might happen and it won't be a joke this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What? It was a good night, not gonna deny it. It would have been weirder if I didn't know the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Haha riiiight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Ummm, did anything happen in third hour that I should know about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Nope. I researched colleges. So no, nothing happened, and I'm not really sure what you're trying to lead to since you're giving me this look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Wha...?What look? I'm too tired to give anybody any looks today. Almost dying in your sleep does that to you, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, you gave me this look like you were expecting me to say something, not that I would give anything that interesting out online. How the heck did you almost die in your sleep?!? Did some murderer come into your room or something of that sort? I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Are you going to share or do I now have to be fearful and lock my doors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: You should always lock your doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I never said I didn't...but I was just sayin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: What ARE you saying? Are you insinuating something???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm so confused. We should just move on. You know what scarred me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Wha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That movie in English, "Their Eyes Were Watching God" (Titi just went "ahhh!!" in fear). It was so kinky, and not in a nice to view way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Ohhh, you used that word. I hate that word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, you mean "kinky"? Kinky kinky kinky!!!! It's such a fun word!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Anyway, That movie is so awkward to watch in an Honors class. I swear, they were gonna start goin' at it in the mud. I was almost scarred for life. And plus, both guys are ugly as fuuudge. It's sickening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Is that even appropriate for school? Haha, I was waiting for you to go, "Virgin eyes!!!!!" That would have made me laugh. Those men were so weird. Who goes, "Call me Jody" in bed? Really. Really? Really. Unless you don't know the person, then you might want to say your name or something. But what a a creeper. Kind of like that guy in "Twilight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Wait, which one? Edward? He's a Creepy McCreeperton (haha *name has been omitted because we don't know if she'll let us use it*). Jacob on the other hand makes me do this ----&gt; =) I hadn't even thought of that because *name has been omitted for the same reason as above* and I were working on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schedules&lt;/span&gt; for next year. It was so bad. *name has been omitted for the same reason as the other two* kept saying it was like Como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Agua&lt;/span&gt; Para Chocolate then we would laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I don't know their names!!! I hated that movie!!!! But I think it was Edward. Wow, you omitted so many names. That makes me giggle. Wait...that sounded kinky. That made me laugh. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;, that is right. I said "kinky." Don't even get me started on Spanish movies. Life is not like that. That's all I'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: You and that word. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;palabra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mala&lt;/span&gt; =(. And yes Edward is very creepy, I hate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Why? Because the word is naughty? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, or should I say, kinky. I'm just kidding. I'll stop that. I might annoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Thanks for that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt; I can't think of anything else I had to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well I will find something to talk about. Oh!!! I've got two ideas, both for the readers. One, if anyone has poll ideas, submit them to us. That would be wonderful. Second, if anyone doesn't mind us using their names in our blog, let us know. We do not like to omit names. It gets kind of annoying. But we don't want to get sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Si. It gets annoying when you have to write name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;omitted&lt;/span&gt; every other sentence. I sometimes forget who I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh I know what you mean! Sometimes I'll be typing and trying to think of something else at the same time and then be like, "Wait... where was I going with this???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: It's just annoying. So if you don't mind having your name mentioned, tell us so we don't have to put name omitted. For goodness sake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rawr&lt;/span&gt;, I'm tired and crabby and I need to work on my story and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; has been bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I like how you're the one writing all the time now. I can't even remember the last time I did it. I always did it when something big happened and then turned it into a song. And what is this other "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;" you speak of? Care to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: How ironic. From the reader to the writer. I don't know, it just gives me something to do in my house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I'd rather not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: Well at least it's something productive instead of, like, watching TV. It bothers me when that's all people do. Get a life (no offense to anyone). Is this something you can't share online or you just refuse to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: A little bit of both? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; that reminds me of *name has been omitted for the same reason as everybody else* That night was so awkward. He, along with everybody else, was interrogating me about my relationship situation. On the brighter side, I have now learned that there are guys out there who truly look out for their friends who are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: Nice job, Ti squared. Nice job. I learned this lesson last year. This is why I stopped telling people things and stopped putting things online and stopped being extremely trusting with every person I met. I'm an open person, but there's a lot of things people don't know. Oh, are you talking about whatshisname? When he was, like, the only guy who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; remembered his, meaning your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bf's&lt;/span&gt; name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Well no, but it still baffles me how he remembers his name, it's amazing! Anyway, no. I was talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;youknowwho&lt;/span&gt;. He was like "Is your bf a gentleman? Because if he's not, Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sirrememberseverything&lt;/span&gt; will go and kick his butt". And i laughed and was like "That won't be necessary but thank you." And he's like "Just say the word and we'll go beat him up." It was very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: I love men like that. It's so cute! But then I'm always like, I can take care of it myself. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T: Well we're done here. So.. OH WAIT!Good luck to the Basketball and Hockey teams tonight!Peace&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E: Out! And to this one person who has to catch this... "I'm so timid!!!" (*cough* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;derek&lt;/span&gt;* cough* since I know that you won't and we have your permission*cough*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-7557120683516983121?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/7557120683516983121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=7557120683516983121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7557120683516983121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7557120683516983121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/01/elizabeth-first-of-all-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-2527486119289235535</id><published>2009-01-05T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:53:53.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Confessions</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: I don't even know what to say. I'm so crabby right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;: I'm just happy now that I've got some food to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Sorry. I just don't know what to talk about. I'm mad at everyone and everything right now. Yes, that sounded very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Um, why exactly &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;you mad? Or is it one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; moods that all girls tend to go through every once in a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes and no. I think. I don't know what to think right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I'm sorry. I wish I could be more sympathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh no, it's fine. I just didn't want to go through another rant about men or something like that. I don't want to lose our male readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;derek&lt;/span&gt;). Want to know what I realized? This is our first post for 2009! We graduate in a year and a few months from now! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh thank god. I cannot wait to graduate. I am so sick of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I don't want to graduate yet! I need more time to enjoy my high school years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I've been done with high school for a while. I get annoyed by people here. (*cough* sophomores*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Do not even get me started on sophomores, please and thank you. I'm trying to leave that one *ahem* mistake back in 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Trust me, I could tell you many mistakes. I'm glad 2008 is over. That year needed to be done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Seriously. It was an okay year but too many things happened that I'd rather forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Same. I won't even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Anyway, I still can't believe we're pretty much halfway through our school year, it's insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I need the last part of the year to go by fast since I have all my hard classes then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;. That should be joyous. Excuse me for my pessimistic mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Stop apologizing! You've done that already! I'm not! Because after this year, it's probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PSEO&lt;/span&gt; and the U of M for me, and I'd rather not go. I actually somewhat enjoy school. The friends part anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: At least you will have some college paid for! That's good. Don't get involved with college men. Word of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Ha, I wonder why. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: You silly child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Roight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Anyway. Moving along now. . . You wanna know what I've noticed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Almost everyone is either: a)in a relationship or b) In a complicated relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E:Like you? Which you decided not to inform me of? Like how you CHANGED YOUR STATUS TWO HOURS AFTER I LEFT YOUR HOUSE AND THEN MADE ME WAIT LIKE TWO DAYS LATER TO TELL ME THE REST OF THE STORY?????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Are the cap locks really necessary? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Fine. Be that way. Anyway: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU WERE AT YOUR HOUSE????????I THOUGHT YOU WERE AT THE LIBRARY!And is it necessary for you to point this out here???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Fine then. We can move on. Oh yes, relationships are disgusting. It bothers me because I think that so many people rush into relationships with people they don't even really like because &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; else is dating someone. It's annoying, my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Oh jeez. I don't think they're disgusting. Just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt; part of it can go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wayy&lt;/span&gt; overboard. Seriously? Not everyone wants to see you make out with your significant other, no matter how cute they may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That is so disgusting. Is it really necessary? No. No it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Well, what you do outside of school is your business. But when you are making out in the hall way, you give people license to mock you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's kind of kinky. (yes, that is right, "T", I used the word "kinky". Yes. That is right.) It is weird when people do that in the hall. Is there really a reason that they must do it? No. No there is not. And now I am going to go write a hate book on this. AND listen to that song you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:Lovely. Just lovely. Moving on. . .again. I actually have hope that this year will be good for me. No bad grades, no stalkers(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;EWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;), and no involvement with lame boys who aren't worth my time ahem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OSHUAJAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:So much for not saying names on here. Watch, we'll get sued for this. And I will blame it all on you and be like, "What? My name isn't Elizabeth. That must have been her invisible friend or something. What? I did not blog with her. What? I shouldn't be sued? I swear on my life that wasn't me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Thanks Liz, Thanks. It's not like he doesn't deserve it. And plus, I doubt he's ever heard of this site anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt; we just learned the answer to the meaning of Life!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chacha&lt;/span&gt;. I will marry it. But I will not have children, though they would be very smart children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Technically, that would be illegal since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chacha&lt;/span&gt; is more than one person. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; polygamy(i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh don't get me started on illegal things. I am glad I am under eighteen and won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt;' any time (that's also from a song that you do not like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:Well and it's his fault if he hasn't caught on yet =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Wow. Way to to totally use my quote taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I have to say, I've been missing out on this whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chacha&lt;/span&gt; thing. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Sorry, I just recently started using it since I have my service back. I had no idea it was so amazing!!!! I am so addicted to that and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Nabbit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; I got nothing, but I don't wanna be done yet since we haven't blogged in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh yes, I would agree with that. Shiite, ...oh what is that you say? You want to vent? I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I said this is a good place to vent. GET YOUR EARS CHECKED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;goddanggit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Riiiight&lt;/span&gt;, sure you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, well, I have nothing else to provide to the world except my extreme hatred towards many things. Like men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ohhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. I was avoiding that, considering my current, er, situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: And that's why I have not vented yet. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Thank you for your consideration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yea, no problem. Just wait until I get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; status up there. No one better comment on it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I refuse to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I will. I always do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Do what? Refuse to explain things or comment on statuses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Status commenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, yes you do comment on those a lot. Jeez. I wish I actually had something to talk about right now but I am so dead and so full of onion rings, oddly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ewwww&lt;/span&gt;,onion rings. I am still saddened by the fact that I still haven't gone to the Culver's here since they opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You really need to go. They have the most amazing food ever. It is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:I've been to Culver's before, I just haven't been to the one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;puttin&lt;/span&gt; that out there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; next topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, because I just randomly have topics off the top of my head. Yes, because I am that creative. Actually, right now, I am trying to think of something good to talk about instead of all this nonsense. All this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;bulshevic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:Isn't it spelled "Bolshevik"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I was close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:No. No you weren't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Are you in a better mood now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No, of course not. I'm just covering it up as I often do now so as not to get questioned or leak something that I should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:That can't be healthy, bottling up your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No, it is not, but when I'm practically living to entertain people, I don't really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: You always have a choice, or that's what they tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It's tough when people are all disappointed and go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;bizerk&lt;/span&gt; on you or when they're all like, "why are you like this? Why are you acting like that?" as if I'm never an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;! I have an idea (sorry, going on a random tangent) I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we blog we should each say some kind of "confession" about ourselves. Oh and, I've seen you angry. Believe me, everyone has the possibility of being angry somewhere inside them, some just show it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; then others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I like that idea!!! Just nothing...oddly personal. That would be so weird. And creepy. And kind of disgusting. And yes, I do actually get angry quite often, only around my family. Maybe that is why they dislike me. I go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;bizerk&lt;/span&gt; on them. That is such a fun word!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I noticed that you liked it. You strange child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:I'm not sure what to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:You're supposed to say your confession first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:Okay....I can't believe I am about to say this, actually. I...I...kind of...like...girls. JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! That is just like the pregnant joke I pulled on my mom. Ah, good times. (For the record, though, I really do like men. That really was a joke.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, a confession. I don't even know what to say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Lalalalalalala&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't know. Really. I will come up with something. Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:K, so my confession is: I used to dream that me and a certain person would get together and live a love story, like in Taylor Swifts song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and I enjoy singing and dancing to N*Sync and other old groups, and pretending I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt; when I'm in my house and I have nothing to do.As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Lizy&lt;/span&gt; thinks of her confession, I would like to say that you readers can confess too! Post whatever your confession is in the C-box and we promise we wont make fun of you. You don't even have to write your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I used to like (*name has been omitted &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; in case he happens to come across this. awkward). For a week. And I'm not really sure why. Maybe because he was just so... yummy. I don't know. I don't even know who he is anymore. (Not that I did) I'm not sure if he was that way to get in my pants or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt; (worth it!) but whatever it was, *sigh*. But what a mistake. He's such a jerk. He's so different than I thought he was. I think the guy I knew that night was someone different than who he really is. He's been such an asshole lately. I also would have loved to know that he was in a "complicated" relationship. He briefly mentioned something, but nothing like that. So yes. That is my confession. I actually liked someone. I actually had feelings for someone. But it was just a mistake. Or maybe I was too blind to see the obvious. I will never know. But he should have known better than to mess with me. I always manage to do better. And when I'm rich, he won't even get a space in my basement (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-2527486119289235535?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/2527486119289235535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=2527486119289235535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/2527486119289235535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/2527486119289235535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2009/01/elizabeth-i-dont-even-know-what-to-say.html' title='The Real Confessions'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12689463335367709607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPrDfez_Wl8/SKc_p5UQhuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xv56_o2N6lQ/S220/s726767218_823136_833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-6616120839314716010</id><published>2008-12-17T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:11:52.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>E: I'm not really sure how to start this today. I know I'll have stuff to talk about, I'm just blank when it comes to the beginning of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt;. Oh-but we should listen to music. T. T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know what to say either. I've been in a crabby mood for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E: Yes, I have noticed that and I would like to know why. I am quite sure that you are not "just in a bad mood." LIES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Do you see who I have to live with??? THAT is why I'm crabby all of the time. Constantly screaming and running around, it's annoying. I can't wait till I go to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You mean your brother? Yes, he is quite annoying. Now that I think about it, I am just not funny right now. I am not sure why. Not sure at all. At all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Good times. I'm just annoyed with people in general. Like, last week I went onto my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truthbox&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, just because I was bored. Then some person (who didn't have the guts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;say who&lt;/span&gt; they were) wrote "You're annoying, and your status is dumb" and I was like okay, whatever. And I deleted it. So the next day, I went onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truthbox&lt;/span&gt; again and the same person (Or so I think) wrote "You're disgusting. You look like you don't take baths and it's gross. And just because you're smart doesn't mean you can rub it in people's faces." And I was already annoyed, and I was like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;! If you do not like me I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; CARE! But have the balls to say it to my face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goddangit&lt;/span&gt;! Oh, and I hate people who are two-faced (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE). YOU DO NOT, AND I REPEAT, DO NOT PRETEND LIKE YOU'RE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SOMEONE'S&lt;/span&gt; FRIEND AND THEN BASH THEM  WHEN THEY'RE NOT THERE!!!IT'S THE MOST DESPICABLE THING YOU CAN DO!!!!!!!! FYI to the readers, this was not about me, it was something I witnessed this past week. And I've been debating on whether I should tell my friend this  or not. So we're going to put up a new poll. To tell or not to tell? THAT is the question. See? I can write like Shakespeare too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I hate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;truthbox&lt;/span&gt;. No, that's a lie because I never use it since I never go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. BUT IF I DID, I would not like it. And you decided not to tell me this because...????? Thank you T. T. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; people have the guts to say that. Then again, it's online and people always do stupid things online because they think there won't be any consequences. Take it from someone who knows. That's just mean and cruel and when I find out who did that I will hunt them down and... beat them up.            &lt;br /&gt;And about the people that were talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt; about our friend, and they're supposed to be friends with her (what a joke), that is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ridonkulous&lt;/span&gt;. I say tell her. she has a right to know. If someone was talking smack about you, especially your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; (NOT me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't do that), wouldn't you want to know????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yesss&lt;/span&gt;. But the thing is that they've been "friends" with this person for longer than I have and I don't know if this person would believe me or not. I hate situations like this, it's like the things that you see in the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, if both you and I tell her, I think she would know that we aren't lying to her. Why would we? And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;soooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;....moving on....this is getting sorta....kinda...just a little...depressing. just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:It's not depressing, it's high school. You know? I thought we'd all be somewhat past this lame junior high drama of being fake and pretending to be friends with someone. But I guess not. Seriously? Some people need to grow up and realize this will come back and bite you in the butt. It's called karma, LOOK IT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: When I think about it, so many people at our school are so immature. Yes, I shouldn't be talking since I constantly do innuendos, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about things like talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt; behind people's back, people you may not even know, or doing things like drinking or drugs or stuff like that way out of proportion, it's like, come on. Really? Really? Really? (that's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;snl&lt;/span&gt; reference, in case anyone got that) I never understand why people do that. I mean, it ruins your image. or at least it would for me. I can't do anything like that because I represent people now. but I'm trying to say, doing things like that is ridiculous. It doesn't make you any cooler or more fun to hang out with. I hate it when my friends talk about that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T:  What I've learned from this is that I pretty much can't trust anyone anymore. I don't know if when I'm gone, people who say they're my friends, could be saying stuff and then just lie right to my face. It's pretty sad, really. What has this world come to???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I know what you mean. I don't trust anybody anymore. I don't get really close to people anymore. I have troubles letting people get to know me because the last time I told people about my life, it just caused a lot of problems. (aka last year) (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;eliza&lt;/span&gt; starts laughing really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; really hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; t t just fell out of her chair) I mean, I have a lot of friends and know way too many people, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not really close to anyone. And I don't know, I don't always like going out or going to parties (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; ones with SOPHOMORES) because people just do stupid stuff. And then stuff gets passed around. And I can't let that happen to me. I have a rep to protect, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: I know better then to let stuff like that into my life. I want to make something of myself one day and be taken seriously by people, and I can't be taken seriously if someday I'm famous and all of a sudden you see breaking news on E! reporting that I was  a drug abuser and  slept around with people and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; like that.  Stuff like that almost always comes back to haunt you one way or another, and the only way to keep it from happening is to not do it at all. AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I always think about that. Like, when I become famous (yes, that's right. it will happen), I always get worried that all the stuff that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; in my past will be revealed. T T you know what I'm talking about, like my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; issues. If that came up, I would be destroyed. Also, if any of the people I have prior relations with (T T also knows this) decide to betray me, which is highly likely since one of them has been holding a grudge against me, I would be like the next Paris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hilton&lt;/span&gt;. Very looked down upon. Majorly. That's why I'm afraid to be successful. And that's why I don't trust people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Same here! Because we don't know what's gonna happen in the future, and for all we know I could be the next ambassador to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt; or wherever and become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; famous and some bitter person from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; long ago could decide to come back and sell all of my old things and secrets to the tabloids and attempt to make money off of it. You never know. So readers, be careful who you trust. Your best friend from kindergarten could end up being your business rival when we're all thirty. Just. . . be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I hate how people are like that. And then people expect things of me. Like, sometimes they think I'm bold and fearless and sometimes even arrogant but inside I'm always quaking. (that is actually something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hepburn&lt;/span&gt; said) (ha!) (like I could come up with something that awesome) And I hate how some people befriend me just because I know people. I'm so glad I'm not like that one person we know who depends on people or I would die. Here's my advice: Be independent. Don't trust people. You can buy my book if you want anymore advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;T: Haha, why  should I pay for the book when you're gonna tell me everything anyway? Anyway, I'm tired so we should be done now. Peace &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: It's a cheap way for me to make money since I'm broke. yes, and I want to eat. out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-6616120839314716010?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/6616120839314716010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=6616120839314716010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/6616120839314716010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/6616120839314716010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/12/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-6197917490592235070</id><published>2008-12-08T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:16:49.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: YAH!!!!!! We are back and I have so much to say but can't think of what it was! Except that I might FINALLY like someone. Possibly. He can get really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Titi: WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!When was this????Who???Wha...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:(*name has been omitted because he might read this and that would just be horrible because it just would.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.......HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, it's really weird since I haven't liked anyone for a very, very, very long time. And I don't want to. I don't have the time nor money for a man. I have better things to do. Ooo that sounds really mean. Watch, this will change tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Haha finally, it's you and not me for once. I thought I would never see the day. YOU ARE NORMAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I have always been normal. In my own way. But at the same time, I don't like him. I don't know. I don't know anything. I love how I give this information out online. I've got to stop doing that or I'm going to have another incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: What she's trying to say is "I'M ALREADY TAKEN SO GET OVER IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh no no no no no. I'm still free. I'm always free =] just kidding. That sounds... terrible. That's why...never mind. I forgot we have adult audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: That is so weird (no offense to the adults). I can honestly say I don't like anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: You? (*gasp) Not like anyone?!?! (*gaspo gasp gasp gasp gasp. done gasping now) That is like me liking someone. Ah! LIES!!!!!!!!! It must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: And what is THAT supposed to mean???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just sayin'. Just putting that out there. Just lettin' you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Yeah right. For your information, I haven't truly liked anyone for awhile so nay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Uh huh. I will believe that when I die. And I had something to say. But you want to know what happen? i forgot it with all this Britney Spears madness. Yes readers, that is right. BRITNEY SPEARS MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Womanizer and Circus are both really catchy, aha I love it. But anyway, I could abstain from boys if i really wanted to. I just choose not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, she isn't dumb when it comes to music. Just decisions.... Yes, I could become a nun and abstain from men too, which is what I have been doing. Especially now because I need to start up Elizabeth Enterprises. I was going to do (*last name has been omitted as not to get stalked) enterprises but I didn't want to give my family any of the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Hahah I don't know why that's funny but it is. Ummmmm I got nothin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: I always have something. And for some reason, every time I say something it's funny. I breathe and people laugh. I should go into stand up. I'd get paid to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Ahaha you make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:Yes, yes I know. Ohhhh, I forgot what I was going to say. AGAIN!!!! I have issues. (titi) or do i...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Well then. Um, yes, well, I learned quite a bit this weekend. I hate it when I hear things I don't want to hear or don't care about. Like, for example, (lo siento old people) (*name has been omitted because she doesn't deserve the credit) came to me and was all "OMGGGGGGGGGG (no really, that's EXACTLY how she said it) (really) (*name has been omitted because I felt like it and feeling like it is always a good excuse)'s body is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (really, that long.) (really) amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (really, like that) it's just annoying. I didn't want to say, "i am quite aware of that since I've seen it how many times...?" Am I the only one that gets annoyed by this? Or am I crazy? I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Well that too. But silly sophomores, most of us upperclassmen already know who have the nice bodies. You don't need to point that out over and over and over and over ......(you get the point, do you not?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:I am so annoyed by sophomores and their cockiness that I cannot wait for this play to be over. I cannot stand them. They can die. I do not ever remember being that extremely annoying or....all the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: No, I think it's just her. And the other idiot I had the misfortune of meeting that one day ( If I had known back then that he would cause all of these problems I never would have talked to him. EVER) It's funny how different people are during the summer as compared to the school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Trust me, it's not just her. Get into theatre and you will want to die. I'm not going to shiite talk theatre people on here though, because I could get shot for that. Literally. That's how dramatic they are. I know what you mean by misfortune. I hate that. Sometimes I wish I could see the future. People are always like, "Oh, it's a learning lesson" but really, it's just a nice way of saying, "You're such an idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Yupp pretty much. I'm not gonna diss all sophomores. I mean, some of them are cool. For example, Brown eyes (the bud of blue eyes) is actually funny to talk to. On that subject, I think that one kid from our bus likes me. Awkward. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, that is true. Some sophomores are kick boo-tay.Hahahahah that is fun-nay! I wouldn't be able to let you know if that was true since I never ride the bus but I would think you are correct. Now that you mention it, i do kinda see it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: No, not "=] ". This is NOT good. It would just make things awkward. Yeah, thanks for the bus abandonment. I am upset now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Hey, at least he isn't OBSESSED with you. (THAT WAS NOT FUN)  Oh, yeah, no problem with the bus issue. At least you get to spend time with HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. I think that was what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Haha, THAT is fun-nay. Haha(note to readers, the statement above does not make sense. Lizy doesn't know what she's talking about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: sorry, my bad. This is what happens when I never see you because of extracurriculars. Oh, I remember what I was going to say now. Nope, I don't like (*name omitted. For no good reason but to be careful of pedophiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: Once again, not my fault. WHAT THE HECK!!!!!!!!!THE ONE TIME YOU LIKE SOMEONE AND THEN YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND. FAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Sorry, my bad. I change my mind quickly. Mainly when I am just thinking. I guess, when i think about it, I just want someone who... I can't even say it. I guess if I'm not on their mind constantly, then I don't want them. It's a lot to ask, but then again, it's all I ask for. It reminds me of you. NOT LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!! I mean, in the sense that you always think about the guy you like constantly. I need someone like that. AND SO DO YOU! For god sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:Wha...? I'm working on it, gosh. It doesn't help that the guy that I'm supposedly going to marry is in two of my four classes, and I lost my train of thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Wow, cuz that doesn't give anything away at ALL. At all! i know what you mean by LOSING YOUR TRAIN OF THOUGHT. your brother is on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T: FINALLY, someone who understands. I have to LIVE with him. I don't care if it gives anything away or not. Like it matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: No, it does not. I was just throwin' that out there. And we are going to end this now because I am tired of this. Oh, Titi, I have something to ask you but not on here. remind me about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T:  Peace &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-6197917490592235070?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/6197917490592235070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=6197917490592235070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/6197917490592235070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/6197917490592235070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackkkkkkkk.html' title='We&apos;re BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-7441082517010717133</id><published>2008-11-11T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:11:19.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E: I actually have something that is not worth talking about today, but will clear up a lot of questions that I keep getting asked.&lt;br /&gt;T:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;,go ahead&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, you already know the story. But no one else does and I am very annoyed with all the "WHAT HAPPENED???" "WHAT'S GOING ON??" So I thought I'd clear it up here.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I hate when that happens. I hate repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, yes yes so do I. So this is the LAST time I will say this. Here it goes. (Sorry, "T" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;, this might bore you.)&lt;br /&gt;T: WE ARE NOT GOING OVER THAT AGAIN!Now continue&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay, "T." So I was on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at the library &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't use our computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my dad had work to get done on it the whole weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I logged on, blah blah blah and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; my thing, when I noticed the guy next to me, who was like belting out some rap song or was listening to it really loud or something of that sort. I was all like, "What a freak." (Which i can say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I am a freak) (freak in the sheets!!) (just kidding) (or am i..?) (no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; kidding) (or am i...?) Next thing i know, I see my bag moving (DO NOT LEAVE BAGS UNATTENDED.), and I was all "What the hell??" I looked and saw the guy going through my bag. And then he was all, "What you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; at?" (all ghetto)  And I said, trying not to start up something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he could have killed me, "I honestly have nothing to steal in there." Which was sort of a lie since I had my graphing calculator for some reason and my phone. And then he turned to his friend and was talking about my virginity status and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt; like that which I can't go into detail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of immature audiences. And then he was all, "Yo, what's yo name? You so beautiful today. Can I just get yo name yo?" And other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt; like that. Which all was a lie since I know I looked like shit that day. And I just ignored him instead of like, being beating him up. And he was like to his friend, "Yo she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;probly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' sue me for sexual harassment." And then turned to me and said, "Yo I should take you to my place and we should fuck (*censored censored censored*)" And left. Finally. As he was going he gave me this evil stare that seriously could have killed me. So I quickly checked my bag. Nothing gone. I locked up my phone. (Yeah, good luck when you steal that thing now. You can't even turn it on without all 50 of the passwords) BUT THEN HE CAME BACK. And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;, his jacket or something hit me and he was like, "You ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; sue me, are you?" And I laughed, trying to keep this on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; so as not to get murdered by him. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HAHAHa&lt;/span&gt;. NO." And FINALLY left. AFTER me. AND STALKED ME halfway home. All my doors are locked. I'm still freaked. WHO DOES THAT????? AT A LIBRARY??? Talk about issues. Lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;siento&lt;/span&gt;, "T." Your turn. Blab about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt; now that I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;T:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; first of all, It's hard to be sympathetic of your situation when one, I've already heard this like 3 times already(and its a LONG story) and second when you use the nickname I so despise. It's like the T Squared thing all over again(people STILL call me that. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Eidem&lt;/span&gt;, Thanks). ANYWAY, it's like the *Name has been omitted to keep this psycho from tracing my computer to my house* incident. I feel bad, really I do. If it happens, maybe you should get the cops, or better yet, get *Name has been omitted because He's somewhat scary* because he's huge and intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;E:Oh, I don't want sympathy. Like I need it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; I LIKE YOUR NICKNAME!!!!! yes, thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;eidem&lt;/span&gt;, thank you for that nickname. Well, don't feel bad. I could have prevented this. And no, I would not get the cops. That could turn out like those movies where the girl rats the guy out and then he comes back to kill her. So that is not an option. And yes, that one guy is very, very...large... but I got it handled. I'm alive, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yessss&lt;/span&gt;,but if it happens again you should get SOMEONE, or kick him in that one..er sensitive area. That tends to work, or at least in movies it does. I DO NOT LIKE MY NICKNAME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Then again, the cops are right next to the place. Which is weird since a lot of people get high there and are never busted. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, we should talk about something else. I'm sick of this story.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Welllllll&lt;/span&gt;, I honestly don't have anything to talk about. Except for the fact that we really do live in a small,small, SMALL world. Or town.&lt;br /&gt;E: Unlike you, I come prepared. I always have something to talk about. HA! And yes, our city is  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;smalllllllllllllllllllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;. And speaking of the guy you think is a jackass, well, actually, men in general, you know what I've noticed? Not waiting for an answer. That all good men are dating someone. Who is there left to flirt with???? NO ONE. ABSOLUTELY NO ONE. Which is sort of a lie, since flirting with taken guys seems to be a common thing.&lt;br /&gt;T:   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt; so true. I didn't wanna bring up the whole guy thing since I've recently realized most of our posts come back to men somehow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Buuuuuut&lt;/span&gt;, I will take this moment to say I STRONGLY DISLIKE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!STRONGLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!He can go roll off a cliff and get stuck in the hospital for the rest of his life and I honestly would not care! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(rant done now)&lt;br /&gt;E: They always come back to men because men are lame. That's why. They don't deserve to be talked about, but I'm going to anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; you strongly dislike him. That's SUCH a nice way to say you hate him. Or do you...? Okay, okay, I won't start the "or do I..?" thing. But you know what else sucks worse????? Meeting, like, the coolest guy alive and then either 1) meeting his girlfriend or 2) finding out he is whipped.&lt;br /&gt;T:  I never said I hated him. . . I just strongly am pissed off at him as of now. Stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;E: Sure, whatever you say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Suuuuuuuuuuuuure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: And now, I have to go because more people who were sent down to make me pissed off say I have to go help cook or whatever. So peace &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;E: Out. Have fun with your family, "T"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-7441082517010717133?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/7441082517010717133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=7441082517010717133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7441082517010717133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7441082517010717133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-i-actually-have-something-that-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12689463335367709607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XPrDfez_Wl8/SKc_p5UQhuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xv56_o2N6lQ/S220/s726767218_823136_833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-3594022261478601187</id><published>2008-11-03T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:43:30.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E: I have something interesting to talk about today. But I forgot it, so hold on. (five seconds later) Okay, I remember. You know what I have been thinking about? I'm not waiting for a response. The future.&lt;br /&gt;T:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; me too!(do not make fun of me on how prep/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheerleadery&lt;/span&gt; that sounded). But anyway, So have I. All I know is that I want to study abroad in foreign countries during college. And to go to college somewhere outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: I wasn't going to make fun of you for that. I didn't even think of that. Like I would be that smart to. Duh. You should study abroad. Or live abroad. You know you want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;toooooo&lt;/span&gt;! But when I was thinking about my future, I was like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's going to wicked awesome. Like, I'm going to be the next bill gates/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Donald&lt;/span&gt; trump, and at the same time be president, be the first female NFL coach, and be making movies. And now I have a list of things I have to get people with all my money. For example, (I'm going to use real names since I'm not talking bad about anyone) I owe your family a mansion, Anna gets a skyscraper and my basement, and Kasey said I should buy him video games or just anything. I need to get a list going so I can remember this or I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; going to get some angry phone calls when I'm rich.&lt;br /&gt;T: And when I am rich and an ambassador to Spain or somewhere, I owe my daddy and mommy a house,or two. A few cars, a private island. And well, I can't think of anyone else I would owe money to, but I'm sure I could find some people.&lt;br /&gt;E: You don't need to get him a house, I've got that covered. Good luck finding a private island. Yeah, I really need to get a list going. We should put that on here. And you would THINK, people would be SMART NOW and start, like, sucking up to me or something, ...but that's not my problem. When they're homeless and I have fifty houses, they better not come complaining to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'll be all, "Well, I warned you in high school." I've got my motto already: When I'm rich you'll be my bitch. But I can't really take credit for that. It's Katy Perry's song &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; or lyric publishers or something. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;T: What are you going to do with fifty houses? My motto is: "Live your life to the fullest, because you only get one. " oh, and my other is: "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow". And I didn't come up with either of those.&lt;br /&gt;E: Give them to people who need them and then laugh at the people I know who were stupid enough not to ask for one. And by people who need them, I mean the REAL homeless people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, you're motto is so nice. Mine is so mean. But I mean, I know I'll have good life. I've got connections, duh. And then I'll make you ambassador, in case that hasn't already happened, which it probably will.&lt;br /&gt;T: I've taken almost enough Spanish to be named an Ambassador.My motto is nice because I'm a nice person. Well, at least most of the time. Oh and all you have to do for me is have the Vikings win a Super Bowl. Then I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;E:Seriously, you know more Spanish than the teachers. You're like a walking translator. I will get them to win a Super Bowl. When I get in there, all those players are going out. I really want to know who their player manager is. Really. He's got to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T:Need I remind you that you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; too?&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, but not a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. If I was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn't be in AP and honors classes. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jsut&lt;/span&gt; easier to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; then no one asks you for help, which is a time saver. Unless he was hot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; then I wouldn't mind at all. Not at all...ahem. Cough Cough. AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;T: What.. what's that about? Not true, if you've seen my AP and Honors classes, you would no they are letting pretty much ANYONE into them.&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm just saying...if any guy needs a tutor...I'm on it. I will clear my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt;. JUST kidding about the last part. Um, I need a life. Just saying. it is ridiculous how they let everyone and anyone in. I feel smarter in those classes, unlike where I normally feel dumb. Or get called that. By a SOPHOMORE. I will never forgive him for that. Just watch, Wednesday...it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' down.&lt;br /&gt;T:Which sophomore was this?Do you want me to get the Junior and Senior Mafia after him? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; you know I will. That would suck to be called dumb by a sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;E:(*name has been omitted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he can beat me up) No no no, I don't want that, he's too adorable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I guess I really don't care since I've got a thousand comebacks to use against him.&lt;br /&gt;T: Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;interesante&lt;/span&gt;(yes I just used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; in daily conversation, what are you gonna do about it?). Well in that case, we won't get the Mafia after him. I don't feel like dealing with sophomore guys right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Rawr&lt;/span&gt; is all I'm going to say on that subject.&lt;br /&gt;E: Nothing, I am going to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing about it. Why? I am lazy. That's why. No, don't get the mafia after him. He's okay. (looking) I wonder why you wouldn't talk about sophomore guys....(that was sarcasm) (ha.) (ha.) (ha.)&lt;br /&gt;T: Was that really necessary? Really? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Rawr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes. It was necessary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;... I think we should go to part 2 of our blog today. I'm done talking about men. Why does it always come to that?????&lt;br /&gt;T: Dos reasons (oh darn, I did it again). One, about 50% of our problems involve them, and since we talk about our problems, that means the subject of men will come up. Two, there are too many different things that they do which forces us to talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;E: That is so true. Men are problem causers. Like, I'm not saying they need to read our minds or anything. It would just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; amazing if they actually came out and said what they needed to say. It's like we're supposed to understand when they imply something. Yeah, because I'm that smart.&lt;br /&gt;T: I am =). Anyway,seriously. How hard is it to say what you really mean?Yea it takes courage and guts and what not, but STILL. It would make things a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;helluvalot&lt;/span&gt; easier for us females.&lt;br /&gt;E: Of course, of course. There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; one time when I can be completely sure of when they are implying something. Other than that, I'm clueless. And yes, it would be a lot easier if they manned up and just said stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; then, sometimes, it builds up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they don't want to tell you something they think is, like, annoying about you or some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;shiite&lt;/span&gt; like that and that results in a HUGE fight. Like, in my case, just say it so I don't get mad later. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt;, maybe that's me. I'm easy like that. And I realize that sounded really, really, really, wrong. But you know what I mean, do you not?&lt;br /&gt;T:Yes I know what you meant, but I laughed anyway. Here's some advice for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;boysss&lt;/span&gt;: GROW A PAIR AND TELL US GIRLS HOW YOU FEEL!&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nny&lt;/span&gt;. Yet so very true. That makes me laugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But seriously, they should. They ALL should.&lt;br /&gt;T: Ahem(idiotic boy who I have known forever). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;concur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: Tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, you are silly. I hope he reads this. I really really really really really hope he reads this. Or, OH!, you know what else is lame-o? (Not waiting for answer to save time) Guys who think they are "too good" for someone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;HAhahahahah&lt;/span&gt;. That is FUNNY. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;nny&lt;/span&gt;. Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;T: That is fun-nay(inside joke,probably don't get it). Really? Who are you to think that you're better then someone?No matter what reason for not going out with someone, you shouldn't say:"Because I'm too good for them". Uh uh, not cool.&lt;br /&gt;E: I agree. I'm not, like, doing a shout out to anyone in particular, (yes, i am) (no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; kidding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really not) (or am i...?) (that was a joke) (or was it...?)&lt;br /&gt;T: You would do that Elizabeth. How did I end up with you as a best friend. The world may never know.&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;, I am sorry I am so entertaining. Gosh. Just kidding. Or was I...? Okay, okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; stop that so you will stop giving me dirty looks. I am changing that. So you will stop giving me weird looks. I am changing that. So you will stop giving me looks. BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING... I really am not doing a shout out. I've just seen that happen. It's depressing. See, i am smart enough NOT to get my hopes up like that. UNLIKE some people. Sometimes I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; want to throw them off a cliff and be like, "GET IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;NOWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;?????????" That is so mean. I wouldn't do that. Or would I...?&lt;br /&gt;T: Yea. . . so we're done with that now. What I hate is how some think they are too cool to say hi to you in school and other such things. Not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; any one in particular(YES I AM)&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh seriously. It's like, I can say hi to you and you don't see me looking the other way, if that makes sense. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;IIIII&lt;/span&gt; know who you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;T: IT'S SO ANNOYING THOUGH!Stupid boy. Not all of them. Just him.Oh, wait,no. And the other idiotic boy I know.&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh really? And who is that? That's why I'm glad I don't like anyone right now. It's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I do, something lame happens. For example, it usually goes like this: "Oh. You're gay?" "Oh...oh, you have a girlfriend. Well, thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much for introducing me to her. Because I so wanted to meet her." "So you think that one girl is really hot?" "Why should I ask her out for you?" Or, my favorite, "Why do I care about how great (insert phrase here) will be?" Or, just, "Why do I care?"&lt;br /&gt;T:(Name has been omitted because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt; really does not feel like talking about HIM). I can't help the fact that I see a cute boy and all of a sudden my mind goes "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;, you have to like him"&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Yessssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt; but when that happens all you have to do is go, "SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will like who I want to!" Or say, "Whatever! I do what I want!"&lt;br /&gt;T: Unlike you, I can't ignore those damn voices in my head. Oh and since we are about to end this, I would like to make a side note and say to all those 18 and over who are reading this: GO OUT AND VOTE!We don't care who you vote for...oh wait, that's a lie, we do. But all that matters is that you get out and vote. We're not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt; you WHO to vote for (ahem OBAMA) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; go out there and vote, each one counts.K, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done with the soap box. Peace&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah right each vote counts. Okay, here's my thing: McCain will die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he is OLD. Then we will get stuck with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;, who thinks she is good with foreign affairs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she can see Russia from her house. Obama will probably have a lot of death threats (BUT HE IS STILL WICKEDLY AWESOME) and if he dies (BUT HE WON'T), we get stuck with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt;. Who also happens to be OLD. Either way, it's a lose lose situation. NOT that I'm telling you who to vote for. (OBAMA)&lt;br /&gt;T: Ahem, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;impartialness&lt;/span&gt; WHATSOEVER. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Tehee&lt;/span&gt;,so once again: PEACE&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;E: out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Homies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-3594022261478601187?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/3594022261478601187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=3594022261478601187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/3594022261478601187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/3594022261478601187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-i-have-something-interesting-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-5762612486296801986</id><published>2008-10-28T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:11:05.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: Shannen said we can use her name in here since she has been getting annoyed with the omitting of names (even though I told her I don't want anyone coming after us). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; SHANNEN SHANNEN SHANNEN SHANNEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;: Shannen.&lt;br /&gt;E: That was enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;T: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;E: I am speechless today, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;T: Yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tambien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: We can't speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt; or our readers might not be able to understand us. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puttin&lt;/span&gt; that out there.&lt;br /&gt;T: Well tell the readers they can go deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;E: Aren't you nice.&lt;br /&gt;T: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;E: I really have nothing today. Isn't that shocking?????&lt;br /&gt;T: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;E: Apparently neither do you.&lt;br /&gt;T: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;E: okay, seriously, we need to talk about something or we are going to lose fans.&lt;br /&gt;T: (she laughs) I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, I had an interesting day. Nothing I'd put on here though. It's kinda weird to put my personal personal life on here. Right?&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; tell me!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Uh, yeah right. Just kidding. Or at least not on here. Because I'm not really sure how to describe my day either. And it wasn't anything big or major. Just odd. Let me gather words first.&lt;br /&gt;T: Nothing eventful happened in my day. Never does.&lt;br /&gt;E: We can change that.&lt;br /&gt;T: Ha, how?&lt;br /&gt;E: I don't know, it always happens to me though.&lt;br /&gt;T: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;E: You are giving me nothing to work off here. What am I supposed to do???? Have a conversation with myself? No. I don't want to be called crazy.&lt;br /&gt;T: (laughs) You already are.&lt;br /&gt;E: I am quite aware of that. At least it's not a bad crazy, like crazy in the head or something of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;T: I wouldn't be your friend if you were crazy in the head.&lt;br /&gt;E: Wow, thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt;. I'll remember that when you become like, mentally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;challenged&lt;/span&gt; in a car accident or something. JUST kidding. That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; horrible.&lt;br /&gt;T: GOOD!!! I was going to say take that back or I will kill you!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm scared now. I shouldn't die that soon.&lt;br /&gt;T: (laughs) I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, I had something. Give me a sec here. I had it a couple days ago. (thinks) Do you think...no, that's not right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ummmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, do people ever really get over each other?? If that makes sense. Like, you can say "Oh yeah, I hope he goes to hell," but then end up wondering whatever happened. Does that make sense? It does in my head.&lt;br /&gt;T: No, i don't think people ever truly get over each other. Not matter how hard they try to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; you'll always have it in the back of your head, like, what could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, I was thinking about this one night for really no reason at all. I think I couldn't sleep. It's not like I was all, "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;misssssssssss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;himmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;," it was more, "He can die." But then I was like, "Huh, those were some weird times. Was I on glue or something when that happened?" It just feels like it was all a dream, which makes me think about it more. And more. And more. But it sucks because I want to pretend that was all fake because it makes me sick to think about it. I want  to die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I think about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it makes me feel stupid. Like, stupid in the sense that I liked that. Or, stupid in the sense that I nearly tapped that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ewwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: I kinda feel like that,but you know me and my romantic side. It's more like I can't get him out of my head no matter how hard I try, and at the same time I feel stupid because I honestly liked him. Like a lot. And I always wish that things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; been different. I never wish he would die because that would make me really sad  if he actually died. But sometimes i just want to go up to him and shake some sense into him and  be like "Really?Everyone else thinks we are PERFECT for each other and you don't and it just makes me really sad." But I don't know,there's only one guy who makes me feel like that,and for all of you reading this, only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LIZY&lt;/span&gt; is allowed to know who he is,in fact, I'm sure she already knows who it is without me even saying anything yet. But anyway, yeah, so I can talk to every single cute guy at our school but I will just see him and fall harder and harder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;, love sucks. This coming from a so called romantic.&lt;br /&gt;E: So I was thinking when you were writing, actually typing this, and hopefully this doesn't come out wrong. If it does, IT WAS ALL A JOKE. Honestly, if he hasn't gotten it by now, AND EVERYONE ELSE HAS: 1) He's stupid. 2) You deserve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much better than that. Like, I don't know, my thing is that if a guy isn't like, totally into me, he's not worth it. It just seems like he treats you that way. I would rather have someone who is....i was going to say in love with me, but when that actually happened, I nearly died. DON'T LET THAT HAPPEN TO YOU. Does this make sense????&lt;br /&gt;T: No,actually it doesn't. So explain.more.&lt;br /&gt;E: I will try to make this clear. YOU DESERVE BETTER. HE DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE TIME OF THE DAY YOU DESERVE. HE IS NOT WORTH WAITING FOR BECAUSE I'M SURE THERE IS SOMEONE OUT THERE WHO WOULD RATHER BE WITH YOU IN A HEARTBEAT. And then you can make the other one jealous. =] That's fun.&lt;br /&gt;T:First of all: Do you think I don't know that?! I have honestly tried to get over it, like really, I have. There was actually one point where I thought I was completely over it then everyone else was saying"Oh you are so not over it, and you two are gonna get married in the end, and so on and so forth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;cetera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cetera&lt;/span&gt;." And that just brought back the realization that I probably wasn't over it, and no matter how many people say you deserve so much better, I can't get it into my heart(ha,that sounds cheesy) that i will never have him.&lt;br /&gt;E: Delete everything. EVERYTHING. It sucks, but it works. And it's kind of nice to be able to call someone a douche. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; then when you're pissed off, you have someone to be mad at. It's really wonderful, it is.&lt;br /&gt;T:  The problem is, 1) He lives ridiculously close so I can't avoid seeing him now  no matter how hard  I try.2) We've been ridiculously good friends since way back when boys thought girls had cooties (we never did,you idiots).3) The moment I even try to stop talking to him, he always is like "What's wrong?" and I can't tell him what i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;t's&lt;/span&gt; really about.&lt;br /&gt;E: Commenting on 1) Um, remember when I told our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;neighbor&lt;/span&gt; he was bomb looking? Haven't seen him since, thank god. So, yes, it does work. Don't lie and say it doesn't!!! 2) Friendships never work with men. 3) Just tell him. And if he had a problem with that, he can go fall off a cliff. And then come back and be friends with you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; losing friends is depressing. You know how often that has happened to me ever since I switched to this darn public school??? A lot. But it's better than private. Private sucks. People are douches there.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I never knew you told him that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure that went well. Anyway, FRIENDSHIPS DO TOO WORK WITH MEN! I have too many guy friends, guys are sometimes easier to talk to about certain things. And I could never tell him to fall off a cliff,because his mom and I are pretty cool, and that would be awkward telling her that I told her son to go fall off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, no it did, and that's not a joke. He was all, "oh, thanks" and i was all, "Yeah, anytime you need that confidence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;booster&lt;/span&gt;." Watch, just wait, I'll find out that he does read this and that will make EVERYTHING just more incredible. But he can never be certain since I did not say his name. Speaking of names, SHANNEN!!!! But back to what I was saying...yeah, I will have to agree with the men thing. I hate girls. They all start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; drama. Except theses two guys I know who are pretty gay. And I'm using gay for real. Like, I really think they're gay. There's no doubt. There is no way they aren't. Sometimes I just know things. I pretty knowing on that. I hate it when you know a guy's mom. That makes things weird. Like, the last one!!! His parents knew me. Somehow. I wonder how that ever went down after that...incident. BUT ANYWAY.. he doesn't deserve to be mentioned here. Why??? BECAUSE HE'S A DOUCHE. And I agree, that would be mean to tell his mom that. Not mean, but awkward. Very, very, very, very awkward.&lt;br /&gt;T:And now I am in an anti men mood now. ESPECIALLY because a certain BOY decided not to text me back even though we had a pleasant talk in the hallway today.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm always anti men. Just kidding. Men are so weird. And I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;IIIII&lt;/span&gt; had issues. Obviously not. It's annoying when they don't text you back. Like, I always text back, most of the time. If they are trying not be to clingy or whatever, it's not working. It's just annoying and a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;T: I want ice cream now.I'm gonna go get some!&lt;br /&gt;E: GET ME SOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;T: It was vanilla and I prefer chocolate chip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. But anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; yeah so we're done now.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;E: That's a way to end it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;. And chocolate chip is amazing!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-5762612486296801986?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/5762612486296801986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=5762612486296801986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/5762612486296801986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/5762612486296801986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/10/elizabeth-shannen-said-we-can-use-her.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-5956744069199257806</id><published>2008-10-21T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:21:43.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Conversations</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: I have stuff to talk about today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Titi: I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine. (Ten points if you figure out which movie it's from)&lt;br /&gt;E: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!! That is soooooo random!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: I'm going to run away now.&lt;br /&gt;(Titi gets up to leave)&lt;br /&gt;E: Titi??? Titi??? Wherefore art thou going???&lt;br /&gt;T: (back from her mysterious trip up the stairs. I think it was. I wasn't watching.) Go on with what you had to say.&lt;br /&gt;E: Umm. sorry, this song is bothering me and I can't think.&lt;br /&gt;T: Well you're song was depressing!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Um, no!!!! It was funny. Like, how weird would that be if you met the perfect guy and then went home met his girlfriend?? I'd feel like a whore. Quite fitting since our school is one as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;T: That's horrible!&lt;br /&gt;E: But the truth, no?&lt;br /&gt;T: I plead the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;E: Wha???&lt;br /&gt;T: I have the right to remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;E: Stop with your AP American History talk. I haven't taken that class yet.&lt;br /&gt;T: I learned that in civics in eighth grade.&lt;br /&gt;E: I didn't take that class.&lt;br /&gt;T: I have nothing to talk about. But you do, so go on.&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh yes, that is true. You know what's annoying?&lt;br /&gt;T: My brother.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, and when guys ask you for girl help. Or just guys in general.&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh yes, guys can be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;E: Or when they talk about how hot other girls are and ask if you think so too. Like, what am I? Lesbian now?&lt;br /&gt;T: Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;E: Sorry, I have a lot of guy stuff to day. Maybe because I'm annoyed with them. BUT IT SOOOO IS!!!! It's like, you don't hear me talking about how hot your friend is. I don't want to know that. If I wanted to know that, I'd ask.&lt;br /&gt;T: Would you really ask?&lt;br /&gt;E: If I was lesbian. So no.&lt;br /&gt;T: I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, I have something. You know what else is annoying?&lt;br /&gt;T: When you get locked out of your hotel room because of two stupid boys. Although, they are quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;E: Hey, you could have asked the front desk for a key. But, I must say, that was a good excuse to chillax with them. Classic. I'm using that one. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;T: "I got locked out of my hotel room. Can I chill with you?"&lt;br /&gt;E: Doesn't sound bad to me.&lt;br /&gt;T: But I wasn't even planning on chilling with them!!! So can I tell you the story even though you've already heard it?&lt;br /&gt;E: No. Yes, I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;T: So blue eyes, he has blue eyes, there we go..., calls me and is like, "Where are you?" and then I said, " In the hotel room." And then he was like, "What's your room number? Cuz me and brown eyes are coming up right now. " So I tell him, "Room 328." Which was the wrong number. So then he calls me like five minutes later, "Come outside your room cuz we can't find it." And then I walk outside and close the door behind me and leave my key inside the room, locking myself out. So I was forced to listen to their babblings about girls. And now I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;E: Ha. Ha. You are so lame. And "forced" to chill with them? Or WANTED to? DON'T LIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: ENOUGH EXCLAMATION POINTS???&lt;br /&gt;E: Nope. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: Are you done now?&lt;br /&gt;E: Hating on men, listening to your story, or exclamation points?&lt;br /&gt;T: Exclamation points.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, I'm done with that.&lt;br /&gt;T: Anything else you wanted to rant about?&lt;br /&gt;E: Heck yes. You know what else is annoying?&lt;br /&gt;T: Sarah Palin.&lt;br /&gt;E: True that man. No. When a guy wants to find out how big another guy's dick is so then he asks you if you have ever blown him before. That happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;T: SAD!!!! I didn't know guys actually talked about stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah. You sit at a table with all guys and then you tell me if you don't feel scarred for life.&lt;br /&gt;T: Not even going to got here.&lt;br /&gt;E: Haha, what's funny about that is the guy we were talking about (you know him, titi, the one I can't stand who's in love with me, apparently everyone associates me with him, which is scary) was at the table right next to us and when I pointed (which is never a good idea) and said, "WELL WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM???????????" I think he noticed. He gave me a weird look.&lt;br /&gt;T: Did they ask him?&lt;br /&gt;E: Ha. Yeah, like they would. They just figured it was small.&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh my lord.&lt;br /&gt;E: You're tellin me. It amazes me that I can digest food.&lt;br /&gt;T: Nope. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;E: "Nope nope" what?&lt;br /&gt;T: Idk, I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;E: HOW DO YOU NEVER HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY??? I've got something else to say. You know what I've been wondering?&lt;br /&gt;T: Que?&lt;br /&gt;E: Why does everyone think I'm going to get pregnant? When I was watching "juno" with my fam, right when juno said she was 16, my mom gave me the death stare. And then she kept expecting me to know what the blueberry scented? Flavored? condoms meant. Like, what? Does she think I use them or something?&lt;br /&gt;T:Because it's always the quiet ones who get pregnant first.&lt;br /&gt;E: And how does that explain (*name has been omitted to protect her identity)&lt;br /&gt;T: Hahaha, there's always the exception.&lt;br /&gt;E: Whatever. I think...I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;T: I think it's not illegal yet.&lt;br /&gt;E: What's illegal? And we probably shouldn't talk about anything too illicit, unless we want to, like, get busted by cops or something. And we know my mom would be more than overjoyed to do that.&lt;br /&gt;T: I was saying "think, " it's not illegal yet.&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm still confused. Just say it.&lt;br /&gt;T: (Shoot me,my sister and elizabeth are talking about this one stupid song)&lt;br /&gt;E:"ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL" BY JET IS NOT A STUPID SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S CLASSIC AND IT IS AMAZING. YOU SO NEED TO EXPAND YOUR MUSIC TASTE TITI OR I WILL HAVE TO CLAIM NOT TO KNOW YOU.&lt;br /&gt;T: I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THE SONG IS LAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!LAME LAME LAME LAME!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay, I've got an idea, and this will involve anyone who reads this. IF ANYONE ELSE LIKES THE SONG, POST YOUR COMMENTS ON FACEBOOK, CBOX, OR WHERE EVER TITI AND I CAN REACH. I bet you ANYTHING I will win this. ANYTHING. Actually, no, I can't bet anything. I'm a poor child.&lt;br /&gt;T: I already have pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;E: Hm. Then let's bet. I mean, I'm going to win sooooooooooooo....I shotie the laptop! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;T: OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: That's a mo-vie.&lt;br /&gt;T:Oh yea,I never did get to see that movie.&lt;br /&gt;E: I care not to. It has the girl from "Desperate Housewives." I hate that show. It's so...chic flick-ish. No offense, titi.&lt;br /&gt;T:Wha..?Whats that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, you're all... "romance, romeo and juliet, lovey dovey shitte" and I'm all, "why didn't they bomb the goddarn guy??? where are the bombs??? THIS NEEDS MORE ACTION!!!!" Like, I'm the one who hates romance and you are in heart with it.&lt;br /&gt;T:First of all-Drop Beats,not bombs.Second of all- I DO LIKE ACTION MOVIES!!I just like romance-y stuff more.GOSH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: haha. Drop beats, not bombs. That's funny.  Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. You...action movies. THAT'S funny. Who's the on who doesn't like "Saw"? Or "Transformers"? (Which is a crime right there.) (oh, and sorry for my bad mood today, I actually got pissed off at someone today, which never happens.)&lt;br /&gt;T:(You were in a bad mood today?I didn't even realize it)I have too seen "Transformers!"well it was confusing!Anyway,GOOD LUCK TO THE FOOTBALL TEAM! For the love of all that is  chocolate,BEAT WOODBURY!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, well, it happened in second hour. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SAY GOOD LUCK TO PEOPLE ON HERE??? You are so funny. And you can't put the city name on here either. We could get those perverted stalkers after us. I don't want another. Just kidding. (HE knows I'm talking about HIM.)&lt;br /&gt;T:MAYBE BECAUSE I HAVE SCHOOL SPIRIT! Anyway, I can put the city name if I feel like it, No one's gonna stalk Woodbury(Ooops,I did it again).And even if they do,oh well.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, I have school spirit too, but it's WOODBURY. As much as I hate WOODBURY ( And I would say sorry to those I know who live in WOODBURY...but I don't want to apologize. Why? Because I'm in a bad mood. Why? because of overachievers that don't like to have fun. That's why.) How many times now have they lost? Yeah. That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;T: Either way,over 2/3rds of the school will be at the game. Might as well join them. By the way, did you say Woodbury enough times?&lt;br /&gt;E: No. WOODBURY WOODBURY WOODBURY sucks.&lt;br /&gt;T: I concur.Anyway we should end this, so PEACE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;E: OUT. And like I said, TELL US IF YOU LIKE THE SONG BY JET!!!! I promise I will win, Titi, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;T: Promises are made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;E: So are boy's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;T: Ouch,heartbreaker right there. Watch out chicos, she just might tear your fragile hearts&lt;br /&gt;E: You make them sound so nice. Why does everyone think that about me???? I'm not THAT mean.&lt;br /&gt;T:Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.Anyway To those of you going to the game,have fun,but not too much fun. And as our favorite Coach would say "HAVE A CHEMICAL FREE WEEKEND!(well, night in this case.But you know what I mean)"&lt;br /&gt;E: I disagree. Have too much fun. You're only in high school once.&lt;br /&gt;T: Unless you have issues and need to repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;E:Like our neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-5956744069199257806?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/5956744069199257806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=5956744069199257806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/5956744069199257806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/5956744069199257806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-conversations.html' title='More Conversations'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-767657058021424059</id><published>2008-10-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:52:18.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: I don't even know what to say....Oh wait!!! Yes I do!!! The dumbest thing happened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a few&lt;/span&gt; days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;: Pray, tell.&lt;br /&gt;E: What do you mean by pray? I stopped going to church a while ago. Why would I pray?&lt;br /&gt;T: It means tell me.&lt;br /&gt;E: In what? Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;T: Yes, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. No.&lt;br /&gt;E: Then what?&lt;br /&gt;T: It's just an old saying.&lt;br /&gt;E: It must be really old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I have never heard of it before.&lt;br /&gt;T: (gives Elizabeth a weird look)&lt;br /&gt;E: Thanks for that. Okay, so like I was saying.... So when I was leaving school...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;?? Tuesday. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;environmental&lt;/span&gt; group, i think it was, you know that one girl with red hair?&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E: I used to be friends with her in, like ninth grade.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Whatserface&lt;/span&gt;? Wait, what was her name?&lt;br /&gt;E: Hold on, I'll pull her up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: HER????&lt;br /&gt;E: yes, her. Now stop that. I have a story to tell. And you know that one girl who's really tall and whatever shirt she wears always shows her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;T: (*name has been omitted so we don't get crap talk from the actual person.)&lt;br /&gt;E: yup. Apparently they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; to each other. But that wasn't my story. So red haired girl was all, "Yeah, i don't hang out with girls here (*school name has been omitted so perverts can't track us down) because. not to be mean, but they're all slutty." And you want to know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;midriff&lt;/span&gt; said?&lt;br /&gt;T: What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;E: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I know!!!! It's so disgusting." When, out of all the people in the school, "not to be mean," is the sluttiest of them all. Not that I'm counting. But I could.&lt;br /&gt;T: Really? (laughs) How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;E: I..wow...I can't believe some people are so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;T: What I love is how the people who are always talking crap about people are the same ones who do the exact same thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;E: I agree. No, wait, that doesn't sound right. Um...that is correct. I sound like I'm on a game show.&lt;br /&gt;T: Yeah, you do actually.&lt;br /&gt;E: That was all I have for right now. I had more but I forgot it. Nothing new there.&lt;br /&gt;T: I tell you to write these things down. Why don't you listen to me? I'm right 99.9% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;T: Why was this so much easier a couple days ago?&lt;br /&gt;E: Because I had energy. I'm dead from adding all those dang widgets.&lt;br /&gt;T: widgets. That's a funny word. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Widgets.&lt;br /&gt;E: yes, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;T: we have to tell the football people congratulations on their win yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;E: Finally. Not that I could play any better. Or could I..?&lt;br /&gt;T: The world may never know.&lt;br /&gt;E: No. They won't. Because they won't let girls play in the NFL.&lt;br /&gt;(awkward silence)&lt;br /&gt;E: okay, I've got something.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; es?&lt;br /&gt;E: First of all, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;. I get enough in fourth hour.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Espanol&lt;/span&gt; es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm done with the blog. FOR-EV-ER.&lt;br /&gt;T: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;E: That is such a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;T: I love it! We should go watch it. If you have it.&lt;br /&gt;E: I don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;T: I don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;E: Then we can't do that obviously.&lt;br /&gt;T: I am saddened now. :(&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, so back to what I was saying...&lt;br /&gt;T: What were you saying? MUSIC TIME!! (turns on music player on her very expensive phone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt; is very jealous of.)&lt;br /&gt;E: I wasn't saying anything yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you started talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: It's not that expensive!!! Spanish is awesome so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;neahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;titi&lt;/span&gt; goes to do the laundry)&lt;br /&gt;E: I can't have a conversation with myself. Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;titi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(after about ten minutes of looking through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; to see who actually added our invite...)&lt;br /&gt;T: Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;E: I think this is the lamest post we've done yet.&lt;br /&gt;T: But we've only done three.&lt;br /&gt;E: True. I think we should just peace out for now.&lt;br /&gt;T: Sure. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;E: Peace.&lt;br /&gt;T: we could possibly come back later. If we don't die first.&lt;br /&gt;E: Happy thoughts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;titi&lt;/span&gt;, happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;T: Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; giving me permission to talk about boys?&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;OHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! THAT'S WHAT I WAS GOING TO TALK ABOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;T: So this isn't over yet.&lt;br /&gt;E: No, not at all. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; never end...I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kidding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: Until I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay, so what were we going to say about guys?&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Uhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E: I can tell you everything I don't like about them, that's what.&lt;br /&gt;T: sure, let's start with that.&lt;br /&gt;E: Trust me, I've got a list. Not handy, though. bad timing.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;primero&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;E: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SPANISH??????&lt;br /&gt;T: No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;comprendo&lt;/span&gt;. No me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;gusta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;gusta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay, seriously, no more arguing over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; or this post is going to be so long that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; put people to sleep and they will never come back to our wicked site again.&lt;br /&gt;T: That means I win.&lt;br /&gt;E: Fine. I don't care. You always win when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;anyWAY&lt;/span&gt;. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;anyWAYS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: ow, my head.&lt;br /&gt;E: And now to my list of things I hate about guys. Here it is: EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;T: Here we go with the rants again.&lt;br /&gt;E: No. I'm done. Everything. That's my list.&lt;br /&gt;T: I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt; to reply to that.&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, I do. Word of warning to guys: Stop being jackasses.&lt;br /&gt;T: I concur.&lt;br /&gt;E: Actually, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not a warning. But you want to know what I love about guys?&lt;br /&gt;T: Their abs, their hair, their smile, their eyes, ...&lt;br /&gt;E: No. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;T: QUE????&lt;br /&gt;E: I'm not even going to bother this time. My answer to that is... I don't have an answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;T: Fine then. WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;E: You have got to be kidding me. (talking about idiotic neighbors outside)&lt;br /&gt;T: (looks outside) THEY'RE BACK??? I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;E: I hate our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;T: But you are my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;E: I mean that one.&lt;br /&gt;T: oh.&lt;br /&gt;E: We should get back to what we were talking about. This is ridiculous. Why can't we stay on topic?&lt;br /&gt;T: Attention deficit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;! boys!&lt;br /&gt;E: O. M.G.&lt;br /&gt;E: Wow. This post is so long.&lt;br /&gt;T: And it's about nothing. NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;E: We can always revise it.&lt;br /&gt;T: No, I like how we can talk about nothing for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;E: True that. NO NO NO!!!! Don't say it! We'll get off topic.&lt;br /&gt;T: Fine then.&lt;br /&gt;E: Back to guys. I think one post we should make, like, a word of warning booklet for girls. Here's warning number one: Don't open any picture mail from a guy.&lt;br /&gt;T: Don't fall for your best guy friend.&lt;br /&gt;E: Don't message the annoying guy back. He'll start stalking you. (*cough*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;TITI&lt;/span&gt;*cough)&lt;br /&gt;T: It's not my fault!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, I am aware of that. I hope he reads this.&lt;br /&gt;T: I don't think he reads. Except my messages.&lt;br /&gt;E: That is so, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;T: Next warning: Can this one be for the guys?&lt;br /&gt;E: Knock yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;T: Guys, if you like a girl, TELL HER FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;GOD SAKES&lt;/span&gt;!!! WE ARE NOT IN THIRD GRADE ANYMORE WHERE YOU DON'T TELL A GIRL YOU LIKE HER.&lt;br /&gt;E: It's so weird when you find that stuff out a year later. But on the other hand, you know what's annoying?&lt;br /&gt;T: What?&lt;br /&gt;E: WHEN THEY ASK YOU OUT A MILLION TIMES IN A ROW FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT. I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yea, you can say that. Try LIVING with it. That sucks. Oh, I've got a word of warning: Don't get involved with 1) a married man 2) a guy you had relations with who now has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: Not even going to go there.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yea, that one married guy who told me he was divorcing his wife... He never did.&lt;br /&gt;T: Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;E: (Checking the site that allows us to track down everyone who reads our blog) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;....we got some new visitors. Minneapolis, us about five times, st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;thomas&lt;/span&gt;. There's only one person I know who goes to st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;thomas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: (*name omitted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;elizabether&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she wants nothing to do with the person anymore)&lt;br /&gt;E: Lovely. Just lovely. At least it adds viewers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; he's going to know if I talk about him. Which I am right this minute. Wow, this post is long.&lt;br /&gt;T: We should end it now. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;E: Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-767657058021424059?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/767657058021424059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=767657058021424059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/767657058021424059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/767657058021424059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/10/elizabeth-i-dont-even-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-7016816325892276539</id><published>2008-10-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:14:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conversation</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;: I can't believe people actually read this thing. That just totally made my day. And you're writing it.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, all those six hours we put into it last night.&lt;br /&gt;T: It's not my fault! It would have been less if it wasn't for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. Plus my computer hates you. :)&lt;br /&gt;E: I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. Only with computers.&lt;br /&gt;T: LIES! LIES! I can't believe people were actually on this. I remember whatshisname talking to me about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;. Ow. My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;E:Yes, you do sound like you're ADD.&lt;br /&gt;T: oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PSAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: Hold on, bud. We still have to talk about how weird it is that one day after launch people started reading this. Or at least it's weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;T: Maybe we'll be the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; and Mandy!&lt;br /&gt;E: NO. I HATE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MILEY&lt;/span&gt; CYRUS.&lt;br /&gt;T: Now can we talk about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PSAT&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;E: Knock yourself out. I've had enough of school for now.&lt;br /&gt;T: For those of you taking it, good luck . But I still think it's pointless, no offense.&lt;br /&gt;E: Are we done with that now?&lt;br /&gt;T: Yes, yes we are.&lt;br /&gt;E: Thank god. Now about my day! No, I'm kidding. But we should talk about our day.&lt;br /&gt;T: Nothing happened in my day. Except I did good on my AP History Test. Thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt; passed. I didn't have any tests today. Why? Because all my easy classes are right now. Why? Because counselors hate me. Why? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;T: The whole world hates you.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, I am quite aware of that. It has been established.&lt;br /&gt;T: Oh, we have to wish the soccer girls good luck tonight. PLEASE WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: Yes, please do. I want to get out of school.&lt;br /&gt;T: I agree.&lt;br /&gt;E: If anyone else agrees, post it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt;. That thing is kinda cool. I posted on my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt; on my last blog. Which is kind of sad if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;T: You ramble a lot.&lt;br /&gt;E: Fine. I can stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;T: Yeah, I got nothing else. OH! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MEA&lt;/span&gt; is in two days! Hotel here I come! :)&lt;br /&gt;E: Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;T: What...what is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;E: If I explain, I might get in trouble. There's this thing that happens, ... some parents like to refer to as the birds and the bees. Why? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;T: STOP TALKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Temi&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ttit's&lt;/span&gt; sister): STOP TALKING!&lt;br /&gt;T: Do you want to read our blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Temi&lt;/span&gt;: No. I kinda have homework.&lt;br /&gt;E: OH! I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;T: Is this how the blog is going to be everyday?&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Welllll&lt;/span&gt;, I wanted to do the video blogging but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;. Someone doesn't like to be on camera. I don't either and you don't see me complaining when I'm on it. ANYWAY... what I was going to say...&lt;br /&gt;T: Go on.&lt;br /&gt;E: You know what's sad?&lt;br /&gt;T: Our economy.&lt;br /&gt;E: True. But I'm not gonna hate on Bush right now. You know that one friend we had that went out with that one weird girl who no one knew?&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Him. Yeah, why? Did they break up?&lt;br /&gt;E: He's with a new girl.&lt;br /&gt;T: What were you going to say?&lt;br /&gt;E: He dated her out of sympathy. SYMPATHY. Who does that????&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: That's what our entire lunch table said. (Oh, if he's reading this now...I TOLD YOU NO ONE WILL LET YOU FORGET THAT!!!! NO ONE CARES IF YOU HAD GOOD INTENTIONS. It just isn't right.)&lt;br /&gt;T: It's a good thing I don't see him in any of my hours. Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;E: Well, he sits near me in like, second hour. I think. I'm not sure. I mean, I don't even know what day it is today.&lt;br /&gt;T: It's the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, okay. I forget everything. That's why I'm glad I'm not dating anyone. I might forget his name.&lt;br /&gt;T: (laughs) Like a guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hookin&lt;/span&gt; up with a girl at a club. Or at least the kinds you see in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh, i didn't mean like that. It probably wouldn't be that bad. I'm not that mean. I'd at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; to remember his name if I was trying to hook up with him at a club.&lt;br /&gt;T: I wouldn't let you forget his name. That would be horrible.&lt;br /&gt;E: It would. I don't know how I would forget that. I might try. Unless it was, like, good or something.&lt;br /&gt;T: (in the middle of a fight with her sister.)&lt;br /&gt;E: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;TITI&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;TITI&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;T: (went to get soup or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Temi&lt;/span&gt;: Can you pass me some cinnamon toast crunch?&lt;br /&gt;T: (back now) It was noodles, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Temi&lt;/span&gt;: You know, if this blog becomes really popular, I could sue you.&lt;br /&gt;T: No you couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Temi&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I could! For using my name without my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt; consent.&lt;br /&gt;T: No you can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Temi&lt;/span&gt;: I won't sue you on one condition. YOU GET ME SOME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;CINNAMON&lt;/span&gt; TOAST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;CRUNCH&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: STOP TALKING SO FAST!! I CAN'T TYPE THAT FAST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;T: No!!! I'm not getting it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Temi&lt;/span&gt;: YES!!&lt;br /&gt;T: NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;E: STOP!!! Is this what you said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;? I can't remember what to type.&lt;br /&gt;T: Yeah, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;E: Okay. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;TEMi&lt;/span&gt;: (whispering) I'm going to sue you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;titi&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going to sue you.&lt;br /&gt;E: How lame is it that we type our conversations?&lt;br /&gt;T: You're the one who's typing. So that makes you, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;E: You know what? Fine. I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;T: Lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;siento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E: No, really, I think we should be done for the day. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to send out those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;evites&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt; then. Peace out people who are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;E: Yeah, peace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;, who have no life. Like me.&lt;br /&gt;T: Never say that again.&lt;br /&gt;E: True that.&lt;br /&gt;T: That either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-7016816325892276539?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/7016816325892276539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=7016816325892276539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7016816325892276539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/7016816325892276539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversation.html' title='The Conversation'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882962691718287098.post-4395064534729687558</id><published>2008-10-13T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:31:38.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Heck is This About?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPPaT7S1wPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bE77gUljUQw/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256785225940582642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPPaT7S1wPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bE77gUljUQw/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPPaLW2E0BI/AAAAAAAAAAo/auTsoV-a4Sk/s1600-h/mememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256785078717304850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPPaLW2E0BI/AAAAAAAAAAo/auTsoV-a4Sk/s320/mememe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo! It's TI squared (aka Titi) and Elizabeth!!! And this is our totally amazing blog which is soooooo worth reading (unlike others) because our lives are incredibly interesting. I think we cause major trouble for ourselves because there really is no other way to explain what happens.&lt;br /&gt;So what's in this blog??? EVERYTHING. No, no we're not kidding. We're serious. From boys (=]) to sports to obsessions... There isn't anything that won't be covered. If we sound conceited because we talk about ourselves so much, we're not. Our plan was to have a reality TV show, but we don't have the time or energy to go call MTV (because they are overloaded with reality TV. Is there even a scripted show on the channel? Didn't think so. ).&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's on our minds will be in this blog. Come on, you can't tell us this doesn't seem awesome. Did you check out that sweet background? Yeah, that should prove enough. Or at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;Before you read, there are some things you should know:&lt;br /&gt;Titi is...&lt;br /&gt;1. A chocolate lover. Wanna win her heart? Give her chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;2. An awesome listener. She listens to Elizabeth complain about her family and the annoying men she knows and hasn't told her to shut up about it. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;3. A major fan of abs. (But who isn't?) She dies of awe every time she sees some great six packs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Friendly, shy and loves to travel. She will probably visit every country by the time she is thirty. And probably marry a Spanish boy because she loves to speak espanol. And probably travel the world with him because he will be rich and Titi likes men who are nice. And he will probably be tdh (aka tall, dark, and handsome). And probably.., okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;5. Addicted to her laptop, cellular device, and boys. But who said that was a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth is..&lt;br /&gt;1. An amazingly amazing writer (but she doesn't think so, my goal is to get her published so watch out)&lt;br /&gt;2. A lover of all sports, except soccer (I don't understand why, I mean it's the best sport EVERRR)&lt;br /&gt;3. A ridiculously amazing and awesome friend. She always listens to me whine about the lame boys I get involved with, and watches me look at the ridiculously hot ones we find around our town. Plus, when I'm with her we always find random things to do, like starting this blog, and we're working on our own soap opera. We both love to watch guys shirtless, they make us smile =] &lt;---see? I could go on for days about how amazing she is, but I'll probably develop carpal tunnel. 4.A runner (once again, I don't know WHY???But I think it has something to do with all the amazingly good looking guys she sees while running Ex. the soccer team, the football team, AND the cross country team). 5.Going to be the first woman coach in the NFL =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882962691718287098-4395064534729687558?l=confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/feeds/4395064534729687558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882962691718287098&amp;postID=4395064534729687558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/4395064534729687558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882962691718287098/posts/default/4395064534729687558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-two-city-girls.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-thw-heck-is-this-about.html' title='What The Heck is This About?'/><author><name>PrincessDoubleT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14782261114275955334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPUnnedQbzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QPTE4kWCGmU/S220/2mmadev.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7CeOIjq5sJA/SPPaT7S1wPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bE77gUljUQw/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
