<?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-2561192369471892371</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:41:18.345-07:00</updated><category term='patch adams'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='utah'/><category term='sublime'/><category term='red cross doug marlette'/><title type='text'>abandon all hope, you who enter here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-3890399604022061688</id><published>2008-09-22T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:40:22.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>Its a new start for me. I used to be so good at writing, so I am trying to pick it up again.&lt;br /&gt;Let us see. What is going on in my life? The weather always seems like a good place to start for any conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so nice. Now I wake up in the morning and cringe because cold air is leaking through the three inch crack in the window. It is toasty warm in my bunk until I swing my feet down and feel the river of negative weather pull me along. So I dash to the bathroom in hopes of out running the river of cold that tries to freeze me. The bathroom at 6:30 in the morning is the only privacy that I get all day long, that, and when all my roommates decided to stay out past curfew and I accidentally lock them out. But it is short lived and soon I must wade through that river and undress myself. I stiffly try to put my frozen clothes on. Once I am dressed its nap time until class starts. When I open the door a waterfall of cold splashes on me and I pull my little jacket tighter around me hoping it will keep me afloat. Why do I wear this little jacket instead of my wonderful D.I. coat? Because the weather is a trickster and changes its mind more than a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt; changes boyfriends. It might be a frozen river in the morning, but a sea of lava in the afternoon and warm all night long. The kind of warm that allows you to sleep, but not fully. You are cold enough that you need a blanket, but all of your blankets are too heavy because soon you begin to sweat and you can't afford to wash your p.j.'s at 1.50 a wash.&lt;br /&gt;yup thats it&lt;br /&gt;@_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-3890399604022061688?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3890399604022061688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=3890399604022061688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/3890399604022061688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/3890399604022061688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-5299491954236350988</id><published>2008-06-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:32:18.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>well, &lt;br /&gt;i am sitting in my grandmother's house and i am miserable. we butt heads on so many things and she is so bossy and she tells everyone my business. people i dont even know are asking me about going to the dentist and what my plans are for the future when i didnt tell them. its kinda intrusive. so i push buttons like sitting in her chair and using the foot rest. oh man that makes her mad but she won't let it show cause shes the martyr hahaha or ill watch cnn which drives her up the wall *devilish laugh*. it makes me mad when she talks bad about people shes see that have tattoos or smoke cause i know a lot of people that are better than people who dont do that kind of stuff. and if i have to watch the price is right or wheel of fortune again im going fling myself out of a moving helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;@_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-5299491954236350988?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5299491954236350988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=5299491954236350988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/5299491954236350988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/5299491954236350988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-4335296080866701658</id><published>2008-05-20T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:54:51.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too-dae</title><content type='html'>im trying to write in my blog better.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking in the shower, like i usually do, and that can be dangerous, about when i go back to the states, my mom is going to buy me a whole bunch of stuff to make sure that i am comfortable in my dorm room, but none of it is going to be MY stuff. its going to be my parents stuff. It seems hypocritical to me to say that i am an adult and independent when none of the things that i own are mine.&lt;br /&gt;so i logic says that i won't be an individual, independently thinking person until i get out of college. tarnation. oh well its  step i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-4335296080866701658?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4335296080866701658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=4335296080866701658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/4335296080866701658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/4335296080866701658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-dae.html' title='Too-dae'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-9153734795915379033</id><published>2008-05-08T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:16:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/SCNthpfvUUI/AAAAAAAAABM/g9RU2sUUW1s/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/SCNthpfvUUI/AAAAAAAAABM/g9RU2sUUW1s/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198118819757773122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/SCNs2pfvUTI/AAAAAAAAABE/woKAyLYrQBY/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/SCNs2pfvUTI/AAAAAAAAABE/woKAyLYrQBY/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198118081023398194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess its been a while since my last post&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from my friend joes house. we lit a penguin on fire&lt;br /&gt;as well as my foot hair. we also ran through a yard because we threw&lt;br /&gt;our penguin, gloria, over the fence. whoops. well here some pictures&lt;br /&gt;yup :)&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to graduate. im finished with all my AP exams and now im done&lt;br /&gt;basically. im not going to prom, i wanted to go paintballing instead, but there&lt;br /&gt;are no trips going on so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@__"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-9153734795915379033?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/9153734795915379033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=9153734795915379033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/9153734795915379033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/9153734795915379033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/SCNthpfvUUI/AAAAAAAAABM/g9RU2sUUW1s/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-5975984432333380403</id><published>2007-10-23T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:12:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITs been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/Rx4rdvjQDcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0aw98nGbM_c/s1600-h/of%3D50,480,319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/Rx4rdvjQDcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0aw98nGbM_c/s320/of%3D50,480,319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124581215974723010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how that happened but it makes me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;hes the one with black hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-5975984432333380403?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5975984432333380403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=5975984432333380403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/5975984432333380403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/5975984432333380403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while.html' title='ITs been a while'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/Rx4rdvjQDcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0aw98nGbM_c/s72-c/of%3D50,480,319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-624423132641987226</id><published>2007-09-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:25:39.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/Ru7UgOJBESI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xNyjsE_k_dw/s1600-h/Photo+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/Ru7UgOJBESI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xNyjsE_k_dw/s320/Photo+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111256277128909090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;i hate writing essays&lt;br /&gt;and school&lt;br /&gt;but i like monty python&lt;br /&gt;and stripes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-@_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-624423132641987226?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/624423132641987226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=624423132641987226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/624423132641987226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/624423132641987226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-how-i-feel-right-now-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/Ru7UgOJBESI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xNyjsE_k_dw/s72-c/Photo+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-4731180421263382416</id><published>2007-09-09T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T05:36:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RuPo2IjUM-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/TMHD8o3JJ5I/s1600-h/Photo+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RuPo2IjUM-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/TMHD8o3JJ5I/s320/Photo+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108182419074462690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-4731180421263382416?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4731180421263382416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=4731180421263382416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/4731180421263382416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/4731180421263382416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RuPo2IjUM-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/TMHD8o3JJ5I/s72-c/Photo+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-3176521537781511555</id><published>2007-09-09T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T05:24:40.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not going to church today!&lt;br /&gt;slacker is me is annamarie&lt;br /&gt;ive gotten over all the shock of going to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RuPlw4jUM9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VNN-cIP2wxg/s1600-h/Photo+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RuPlw4jUM9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VNN-cIP2wxg/s320/Photo+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108179030345266130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as is apparent from my loss of bra&lt;br /&gt;BURN THE BRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- @_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-3176521537781511555?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3176521537781511555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=3176521537781511555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/3176521537781511555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/3176521537781511555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-going-to-church-today-slacker-is.html' title=''/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RuPlw4jUM9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/VNN-cIP2wxg/s72-c/Photo+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-2462982728285975561</id><published>2007-09-02T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:40:41.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sandpeople</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z216/spacegh0st/P6170576.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY for sand people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-annamarie @_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-2462982728285975561?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2462982728285975561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=2462982728285975561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/2462982728285975561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/2462982728285975561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/09/sandpeople.html' title='sandpeople'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-9145877023583434827</id><published>2007-09-01T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T05:11:03.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>postsecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlWxIjUM8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XdPur-GWJ2w/s1600-h/strength1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlWxIjUM8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XdPur-GWJ2w/s320/strength1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105207054710354882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-annamarie @_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-9145877023583434827?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlWxIjUM8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/XdPur-GWJ2w/s72-c/strength1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-3574809300070063325</id><published>2007-09-01T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T04:57:08.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting something unwanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlTKIjUM7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/R-xnaLe13LE/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlTKIjUM7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/R-xnaLe13LE/s320/Photo+75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105203086160573362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im just going to write what comes to my head and not bother about punctuation really. im closing my eyes and just writing. just getting it all out. it works better this way.&lt;br /&gt;this week ive been really moody and i dont know why. maybe its because im at school. mr. galloway told me that i wasnt really serious enough to work at the hospital but he was goin to give me a chance anyways. he told me that the red cross people i worked wit didnt like what i did with the proram. backstabbers. i told them i wasnt giong to be there for the last bit and i worked really hard. stupid red cross people twofaced anal dwelling ...ARGH.  guess ill try to act my age but then im reminded of patchh adams who was a doctor but not very serious.  he was a fantastic person and didnt let anyone tell him who he should be. so im going to stay the same way im not going to change because someone else is offended by the way i laugh or my excitement at life. fools MUWAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ive been eating lunch by myself at school. austin apparently stopped by to see mrs lang and didnt even bother to stop by and say hi. all he had to do was text me and say hi im at the school or something. i hate men. i should be a straight feminist.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlS4ojUM6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kd1gkNfvEpE/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlS4ojUM6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kd1gkNfvEpE/s320/Photo+71.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105202785512862626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to ask me to homecoming. or to a movie or anything. m the one that always ask people to do something. come on ask me to do something ANYTHING. i know who i want to ask but ive sworn off men so unless someone asks me im not going. one of these days all im going to wish these were the only problems i hade buut for now they are big just for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-3574809300070063325?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3574809300070063325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=3574809300070063325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/3574809300070063325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/3574809300070063325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/09/wanting-something-unwanted.html' title='wanting something unwanted'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lQztJ4GhL-g/RtlTKIjUM7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/R-xnaLe13LE/s72-c/Photo+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-2926005665847033518</id><published>2007-08-23T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:27:33.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just had freshman academy and boy am i glad im leaving now&lt;br /&gt;i finally heard from austin a. it feels good to have someone to talk &lt;br /&gt;to. im kinda lonely. &lt;br /&gt;im doing senior things like my senior quote and my accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;and five things that describe me. one of my accomplishments should&lt;br /&gt;be skinny dipping but i cant think of a clever way to put it so that &lt;br /&gt;people dont actually know what im talking about... feel free to advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure what my quote will be yet. its all happening too fast. poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-annamarie @_"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-2926005665847033518?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2926005665847033518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=2926005665847033518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/2926005665847033518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/2926005665847033518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-had-freshman-academy-and-boy-am.html' title=''/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-8384833490152968268</id><published>2007-08-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:46:08.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sublime'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEEEEEeeee&lt;br /&gt;well im off to EFY. im actually not looking that forward to it&lt;br /&gt;to be honest im just looking forward to the dances. whoopee&lt;br /&gt;those will be fun... well ill have fun. i dont know about everyone &lt;br /&gt;they be party poopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE RAPE&lt;br /&gt;By: Sublime&lt;br /&gt;Submitted By: incubusmymv@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about a girl I know&lt;br /&gt;had a drink about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown Hell.&lt;br /&gt;She heard a noise and she looked through the door.&lt;br /&gt;And saw a man she'd never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;Light skin light blue eyes a double chin and a plastic smile.&lt;br /&gt;Well her eyebrow raised as he walked through the door&lt;br /&gt;And took an empty seat next to her at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;"My brand new car is parked right outside. How'd ya like to go for a ride?"&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "Wait a minute I have to think."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "That's fine. May I please buy you a drink"&lt;br /&gt;One drink turned into 3 or 4 and they left and got into his car&lt;br /&gt;and they drove away someplace real far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now babe the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;How'd ya like to have a little fun?&lt;br /&gt;And she said." If we could only please be on our way, I will not run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when things got out of control.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to, he had his way.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Let's Go"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "No Way!"&lt;br /&gt;Come on babe it's your lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;Shut your mouth, were gonna do it my way.&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby don't be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;if it wasn't for date rape I'd never get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished up and he started the car&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and drove back to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Now baby don't be sad, in my opinion you weren't half-bad."&lt;br /&gt;She picked up a rock, threw it at the car, hit him in the head, now his got a big scar.&lt;br /&gt;Come on party people won't you listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Date Rape Stylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she went to her drawer, looked up her local attorney at law,&lt;br /&gt;went to the phone and filed the police report and then she took the guy's ass to court.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed, " She lies that little slut!"&lt;br /&gt;The judge knew that he was full of shit and he gave him 25 years&lt;br /&gt;And now his heart is filled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night in jail it was getting late.&lt;br /&gt;He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed.&lt;br /&gt;But the guards paid no attention to his cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when things got out of control.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the date rape story, it does not pay to be drunk and horny.&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way it had to be.&lt;br /&gt;They locked him up and threw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,&lt;br /&gt;even though he now takes it in the behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it had to be.&lt;br /&gt;They locked him up and threw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind,&lt;br /&gt;even though he now takes it in the behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE RAPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to TAKE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-8384833490152968268?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8384833490152968268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=8384833490152968268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/8384833490152968268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/8384833490152968268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/08/weeeeeeeeee-well-im-off-to-efy.html' title=''/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-2106908411288907319</id><published>2007-08-12T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:31:22.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOWSERS&lt;br /&gt;well im back from my trip and i am severely jet lagged.&lt;br /&gt;i saw my friend austin whilst i was there the day before &lt;br /&gt;i left. i think his mom made him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a lot of things and i have a sore throat ... um&lt;br /&gt;my seat was broken. it wasnt funny at the time but now&lt;br /&gt;that i think about it, it really was. and my headphones were&lt;br /&gt;broken. oh man that was a bad flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im head over heels i cant stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-2106908411288907319?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2106908411288907319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=2106908411288907319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/2106908411288907319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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return of affection im afraid. but you can always put in a good word for me with any respectable young men should you deem it necessary :) i think im getting the hang of this writting thing maybe not so much the grammer but that kinda takes away from the annamarieness which implies little to no punctuation and no capitalizing. capitalizing is for losers ... unless its all caps then its good. and if klypherd is reading this YOUR THE BEST and i look up to you and wish i was as capital C cool as you are muwahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair today it was going to be a perm but i have bleach in it and the ladie's  conscience wouldnt let her steal my money she was really nice. for mutual we did water volleyball with water balloons and that was killer kool i had a lot of fun. today was the last time i would get to see kristin and kebra *tear* oh well they will be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-8879194676844231502?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8879194676844231502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=8879194676844231502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/8879194676844231502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/8879194676844231502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-day.html' title='the big day'/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-1046253657347433780</id><published>2007-07-17T10:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:16:31.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red cross doug marlette'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the day before we leave for the states. just one more day.&lt;br /&gt;today i visited all of my red cross volunteers and recorded their&lt;br /&gt;hours on a little sheet. we finished the 4400 just now and we need&lt;br /&gt;to give it back to sister wilcock. shes one of the most amazing people&lt;br /&gt;i have ever met and i wish i could be as happy about life as she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard about this cartoonist Doug Marlette died when his car hydroplaned&lt;br /&gt;and crashed into a tree thats really sad. my condolences go out to his family&lt;br /&gt;and his loved ones. he was just taken so suddenly wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-1046253657347433780?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1046253657347433780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=1046253657347433780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/1046253657347433780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/1046253657347433780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-day-before-we-leave-for-states.html' title=''/><author><name>just annamarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650463059023077879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r217/annamarie_16/IMG_1247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2561192369471892371.post-4570824532794753493</id><published>2007-07-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:45:15.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm well i dont keep journals on paper and im always on the computer sooooo&lt;br /&gt;i guess this will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets see today we packed our things for our visit to the states oh man im stoked&lt;br /&gt;i have the most disgusting, lung popping coughs. i went to the hospital today for a &lt;br /&gt;follow up and they gave me some poweder medicince im suppose to breath in. its an&lt;br /&gt;amazing feeling being able to breath :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to buy this program called CloneDVD and i put my dad's card info in wrong &lt;br /&gt;so they think im trying to hack into their account so hes talking to some bank cronies&lt;br /&gt;telling them that he is really who he says he is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-4570824532794753493?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/4570824532794753493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=4570824532794753493' title='2 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>It's not complex, it's actually quite simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; knowing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how, &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when, &lt;/span&gt;or from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;straightforwardly &lt;/span&gt;without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complexities&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know no other way &lt;/span&gt;then this.&lt;br /&gt;So close that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, on my chest, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, that when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;, I fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2561192369471892371-7804777646109875624?l=justannamarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justannamarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7804777646109875624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2561192369471892371&amp;postID=7804777646109875624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2561192369471892371/posts/default/7804777646109875624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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