<?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-4207015410101167911</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:48:39.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILEEE!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-5436224367817702124</id><published>2009-05-06T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:52:33.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6.5.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am really sad today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I so wish things would stay the same. I feel really stupid and used. It's like I've fallen and I cannot get up anymore. You know what the worse thing is ? I don't have anyone left. My best friend, the one who I can talk to, is gone. My sister and parents are just fucken evil. My other best friends, I just dont want to talk to them because they have problems of their own. I mean, things are changing and I know I just have to accept the way things are. Getting betrayed, let down and losing friends. I've been through that a million times in my life. But, I am so exhausted and sick of that. I know my best friends change, but they have changed, so what ? That doesnt mean that you ditch your friends and forget about them. I can't believe you would actually do this. Well, hmm.. No use talking about it because I can never change things. If I could, I would. But, you obviously dont care anymore and that you are very happy with the way things are now. Just remember that, I hate you and I don't give a rats ass about you anymore and I hate you so much that I dont want to look at you, see you or hear you.  I cannot find the right words to say how I feel right now because I am really disappointed and sad beyond words that our friendship and everything ended up like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-5436224367817702124?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5436224367817702124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=5436224367817702124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5436224367817702124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5436224367817702124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/6509.html' title='6.5.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-2735705790123416779</id><published>2009-04-29T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:34:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29.4.09</title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was friggen hilarious in business. Me and Angel were bored because we had a relief teacher and he printed out signs and one of them said " KISS MY ASS" with a picture of someone's bare ass on it and like we printed out another sign and it said " LUCAS LOVES" and a picture of Susan Boyle under that. :L ROFL Susan Boyle is really talented but she's fat and ugly. But she's cool. Then me and Angel started taking photos and posing as ninjas. After that the bell rang. Then the art class was in detention and we had friends in that class. Then we flashed the signs on the window when the teacher in the art class wasnt looking. It was friggen hilarious! ROFL :L ! effing hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in multimedia I sat by myself and did everything by myself with a little bit of help from Mr. Banham. :L LOL I am not pro with Microsoft Fireworks. It was pretty fun. 4 activities done in 1 lesson and I got another 1 activity and I'm done. ROFL Business was the best session of all today. It was effing hilarious and then I just found out you could send your blog to your blogger email adress. -.- I have been using blogger for heaps of months and Angel has just created it yesterday and she told me there was such a thing.  LOL how shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh people. I am sick. I have a runny nose, sore throat, aching back, ached muscles, head ache.. etc etc.. I feel like crap man. I am scared I got the Swine Flu.. Probs not, I reckon it's the weather because it's been cold lately. It's winter next term! It's autumn at the moment. LOL I just finished doing my English. It's pretty easy.  OMGOSH ! I really hate the English Oral assignment ! I hate it so much ! It's kinda easy but its so gay ! What the hell. I wish they could change it man. We have to do a play based on a huge even that happened in the novel, A Cage of Butterlies, but change the perspective. I am in Bekki's group. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister is getting married in 1 1/2 months ! :D Congrats da jie ! I am happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all I am writing today. :D bye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-2735705790123416779?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2735705790123416779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=2735705790123416779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2735705790123416779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2735705790123416779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/29409.html' title='29.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-1392016613805579863</id><published>2009-04-28T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:13:07.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28.4.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just finished watching 'How to lose friends &amp;amp; Alienate people," it is friggin hilarious. I am going to watch My Best Friend's Girl later on. Today was alright at school. Maths was the best session man. Actually that was the best maths lesson ever ! Ohk Ohk, this was what happened, I started writing big letter words on a piece of paper and flashing it to Angel, because she sits at the other side of the room. Stuffs like " Suck my balls bitch!" and " Teabag" etc etc.. It was fucken hilarious she cracked out laughing. Then, me and Bekki wrote " RAWR!" and she didnt get it and I did that paw hand action. :L ROFL it was fucken hilarious. Then I borrowed Angel's camera and video taped my hand action and with Bekki holding up the "RAWR!" sign as well and Aiden helped us video taped it. :L ROFL we were bored because Miss Fatialofa wasnt in school today and we had this Indian relief teaceher. Then, when she was marking the roll I was Bekki and Bekki was me :L ROFL it was hilarious. We showed Sarah and Bridgette the video and they cracked out laughing. It was fucken hilarious. Anyway, we have to do this play presentation skit thing for our English Oral assignment. I kinda get it.. I get it.. Just abit confused.. LOL. Today was good. Except for 1st break. Nevermind. Shall not talk about it. Anyway, I am currently talking to Angel and listening to Try by Nelly Furtado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, :o ! It's 8:10 pm ! shizz. I didn't know it was 8:10 pm ! crap ! Time flys really fast. Anyway, that is all I am writing for today. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-1392016613805579863?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1392016613805579863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=1392016613805579863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/1392016613805579863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/1392016613805579863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/28409.html' title='28.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8667314148785976625</id><published>2009-04-26T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:20:25.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27.4.09</title><content type='html'>Hello there people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. School was okay.. Today, I had English first up, it was pretty boring because Mrs Fechner wasn't there and we had this relief teacher so that's why it was boring.. I wanted to go to sleep man.. Anyway, I had lunch after that.. It was pretty damn boring.. We just sat there but we just laughed at things.. It was awesome in a way.. :L ROFL and then we had SOSE after lunch.. and Mr ***** was being a bitch. He kept us in at second lunch because we were being noisy.. What the hell man. He isn't usually like that.. He was being annoying today. After that, we had maths. Maths was pretty damn easy.. Ratios and stuffs like that..  It was pretty boring and what the hell man Ms Fatialofa gave us friggin homework and its like just 4 questions might as well don't give us any. ROFL Angel gave me a nickname and my nickname is Vanilla Late. She called me that because I am not WHITE. :L ROFL and Jamie's nick name is Coco La Sean. :L:L Its friggin hilarious and me and Angel kept saying it on the way home in different tones ROFL :L.  It was friggin hilarious. Anyway, last session we had business and I went away from my computer and Angel typed on my microsoft word " Why is NUDE ERRECTION important ?" and I came back I was like "What the hell man ? :L" and I just cracked out laughing.  It was pretty funny.. I am redoing my business poster because I dont like my other one it is so messy.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I went to Coles again after school with Angel and we got Burger Rings and then I got Rockstar. Eww man Rockstar taste like shizz and it tastes like medicine.  It is so gross. I dont drink energy drinks its so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I am adding contacts to my new msn/hotmail. :D Btw, my new msn/hotmail is- &lt;a href="mailto:my.buttcrack@hotmail.com"&gt;my.buttcrack@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;  its cool ay.. :L my old one is getting old.. lol. I am adding everyone again..  ROFL haha. I have friggin maths homework today due tomorrow. How GAY. ROFL. I am off now I am busy. :D bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8667314148785976625?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8667314148785976625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8667314148785976625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8667314148785976625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8667314148785976625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/27409.html' title='27.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-5736653783415371591</id><published>2009-04-26T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:26:32.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26.4.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey people ! Today I went to Vin's house to help him clear up stuffs with my sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I met people. LOL I met his friends/ my sister's friends. LOL Davor, Andrea, Buff and some dude. Then at like 2 pm I met Dimmie. It was fun but kinda tiring/boring. LOL I helped them clean downstairs for a bit and then I helped them bring some rubbish from Vin's room down to the backyard. I was like" D: oh my gosh! you have heaps of craps in your house!" Anyway, yeah.. Today I was meant to go to church at 8:30am and I was meant to get up at 7 am but I was too tired/sleepy because I went to bed at like 2am last night. ROFL ! Hahaha. Ended up getting up at 10 am and then mum, dad and sis were back from church and then they saw the front door open. I was like " D: " and they asked me if anyone came in the house. I was like " no. D: I dont think." That was scary. Some random enetering the house when I was sleeping ! D: Seriously what the hell ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OH MY GOSH PEOPLE!! I got hacked yesterday night ! BIG TIME ! some random hacked into my account and sent random shizz to my contacts and deleted half of my contacts ! I was like " D: what the fuck ?" Yeah.. So I changed my password. I told Sarah and she got scared. She got really freaked out because Lucas got hacked first and then I got hacked.  ROFL when Lucas got hacked the hacker sent porn pictures to his contacts. I cracked out laughing. I guess now I got hacked is payback. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ROFL. Today was pretty busy. Later on tonight Vin's parent + Dimmie are coming over to discuss wedding stuffs. LOL I'll be like pretending I am listening when I wont. :L ROFL. Shizz man I got school tomorrow I forgot. LOL its Monday ! How gay. I hate Mondays. Anyway , I am off now . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-5736653783415371591?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5736653783415371591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=5736653783415371591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5736653783415371591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5736653783415371591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/26409.html' title='26.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4984571970610226040</id><published>2009-04-25T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:13:19.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25.4.09(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SfLgwtmJVmI/AAAAAAAAACM/WPKVbMKGmvQ/s1600-h/SANY0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328568436610651746" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SfLgwtmJVmI/AAAAAAAAACM/WPKVbMKGmvQ/s320/SANY0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SALLIE / ME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SfLgOhx5ERI/AAAAAAAAACE/GP4joR9Z7O0/s1600-h/SANY0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328567849323139346" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SfLgOhx5ERI/AAAAAAAAACE/GP4joR9Z7O0/s320/SANY0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sallie/ Jacki/ Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SfLeXIgbuZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pgDvh5C-4PU/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328565798134593938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SfLeXIgbuZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pgDvh5C-4PU/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Angel ( on ground) and me (on swing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey people. I just found photos just thought of posting it up. :) will upload more sometime tomorrow ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4207015410101167911-4984571970610226040?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4984571970610226040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4984571970610226040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4984571970610226040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4984571970610226040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/254092.html' title='25.4.09(2)'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SfLgwtmJVmI/AAAAAAAAACM/WPKVbMKGmvQ/s72-c/SANY0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8449143287182203398</id><published>2009-04-25T02:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:28:57.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25.4.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey people currently listening to love games by Lady Gaga and chatting with huimin. Long time since we chatted. miss her and a lot of people heaps. lol. Anyway people, I wrote a poem it is about isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, I finally see who I have to support me.&lt;br /&gt;Never has it been so empty.&lt;br /&gt;So still and silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends we were a few years ago, helping each other out.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few years later, you walked out on me and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;Looking around I have no one to blame, but my self and my shame.&lt;br /&gt;Worse still, the final words I ever said to you made tears trickle down your face and the last images of your face looking sour, etched in my memory forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has been this way ever.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you are not coming back is the saddest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;We promised best friends for life but now that promise is hollow.&lt;br /&gt;Inside I feel so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at myself in the mirror, I finally see what I am and will be.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I close my eyes memories play.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where they will always stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;by Marie K. Canaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that is any good. But oh well, it means something to me and don't you people dare copy and paste it without my permission! You have to ask first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I did my business poster ! :o oh my gosh! I actually did it. I did it because I was bored. LOL tomorrow Vin's parents are coming over to discuss wedding stuffs with my parents. Yes, my sister is getting married fyi. lol. I can't believe it. She's finally getting married. Hahaha get over it marie. :L This is really boring. Tonight is really boring. Sis is coming back with Vin and we are going to eat KFC. wth. I hate KFC its so disgusting. Haven't eaten it in like a year. I know. So unbelieveble. LOL. I havent ate fast food for like 1 year straight! Currently I weigh 46kg and my height is like 160cm. LOL. I know so fucken fat. FAT PIG. I am so fat.&lt;br /&gt;Meh! Whatever. Going to exercise the whole day tomorrow. LOL I use to be really fat in primary school. It was retarded. Actually, now I look back at the photos I cannot believe that was me. Like , wtf .. and like idk, people tell me I have changed and I am more daring now. That's just me I guess... Everyone changes no one stays the same forever. I guess that's just life. LOL whattever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Miss Fatialofa gave us maths hmw and I didn't even bring my maths textbook home. LOL. wtf . hahahaha. LOL. whattever. I'll just do it on Monday its due on Tuesday anyway. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH !!! Lucas is really pissing me the hell off ! Like what the hell ? You don't really give a shit so stop saying you do ! You don't really giv a craps about your friends. You bloody arse. You are so bullshitting with people. You are suucchhh a priickkk tarrdd !! I hate you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going wedding dress shopping with sis soon ! :D yay . I can help her pick out a dress, except I wouldnt know what to wear to her wedding D: ! LOL wth. I'll let her choose, and as long as she and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o its 7:26 PM ! The day has been really fast ! oh my :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all I am writing today people! :) bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8449143287182203398?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8449143287182203398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8449143287182203398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8449143287182203398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8449143287182203398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/25409_25.html' title='25.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4261651276397916490</id><published>2009-04-25T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:08:51.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25.4.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4261651276397916490?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4261651276397916490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4261651276397916490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4261651276397916490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4261651276397916490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/25409.html' title='25.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4444315493118244234</id><published>2009-04-24T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:16:31.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24.4.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey people. Haven't been blogging in agesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is really fucked up at the moment. So fucked up really. I'm not meant to be swearing today but ended up swearing my head off. But, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My life is fucked up for the following reasons :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lucas is bein a prick and we are really P.I.S.S.E.D OFF  because of reasons..  at him because he is being such a effin arsehole and has been ignoring us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My sister ran away from home yesterday night because she had a huge effing fight with my parents and ran away to Vin's house and I hate her so much because I also got replaced. So I assume that she doesnt need me anymore. That I am a piece of shizz and fyi, I am not going to her wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My parents effing hate me because they think I am self centred, selfish, idiotic, stupid, couldnt give a shit about anything, disrespectful person just like my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lol ? Like, what the hell ? I got majorly pissed off last night. I kicked a chair. It was really pissing me off. Like hell ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday in school we had an ANZAC ceromony. It's for remembering soldiers that fought in WW1 and WW2 in Australia and New Zealand. We stood for like 3 minutes. and then 2 peoples in year 7 fainted! I was like " :o oh my gosh" in my head. It was pretty awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, after school I went to Coles with Angel to the News Agency to get my A2 paper and I saw my sister at the post office. That was pretty sad because I don't really want to see her atm. I was like " :o ! wtf !" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, today morning I got to school, and I sat down outside M2 and Lucas came after 10 minutes and he is like " can I come sit with you?" and I am like " whatever." and then I am like " My sister ran away last night. So if you wanna fuck my life up even more, go for it !" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was alright though in school. shizz man I got a business poster due in like 2 weeks. I am almost done ! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, its 9:59 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That is all I am writing today. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4444315493118244234?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4444315493118244234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4444315493118244234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4444315493118244234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4444315493118244234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/24409_24.html' title='24.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-2398368036200044400</id><published>2009-04-24T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:39:34.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24.4.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-2398368036200044400?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2398368036200044400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=2398368036200044400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2398368036200044400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2398368036200044400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/24409.html' title='24.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-2852793858681343863</id><published>2009-04-09T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:57:40.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9.4.09</title><content type='html'>sup people? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of term one at school. It was alright. Less cleaning than what i expected. First session we went to M4 with and combined with the year 8's and we had a trivia quiz and like my group, Aiden, Bekki, Brooke and I, we had to think up a group name and Aiden was like " Bob's Your Uncle!" so yeah.. that was so random he just screamed that out when the teacher asked him. It was really random and funny. We won the trivia quiz ! Yay us ! lol and then after that we had break. In break, Edina was taking photos and Sallie took one for us cos she was really tall and we wanted it to look like someone took it from the top. So that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;After first break, we had session 2 and we combined with the year 8's again and we watched Drop dead Fred after we cleaned up Miss Glynn's room and this little kid in the movie was like " What a pile of shit !" It was hilarious everyone jus cracked out laughing. Lol. Session 2 was funny as. Session 3, we had to go back to m1, including year 8's. We watched Kung Fu Panda. It was pretty cool. I haven't seen that movie until today. I thought it was stupid, but i ended up fnding it cool. We stopped halfway through Kung Fu Panda and we had second break. Second break was really fast. After second break, we went back to class and finished watching Kung Fu Panda and then we had to go to assembly at the gym. Yeah. It wasnt as bad as I expected it to be. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS!!! not doing much for 2 weeks. might be going to the gold coast to the beach for a bit of fun. Yeah, can't believe it's been a term. Looking forward to term 2 ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-2852793858681343863?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2852793858681343863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=2852793858681343863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2852793858681343863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2852793858681343863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/9409.html' title='9.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-212020876881741395</id><published>2009-04-01T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:09:44.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.4.09</title><content type='html'>heya people. Im so bored. -.- it's been raining for the whole day.. Just .. very wet.&lt;br /&gt;friggin freezing in school just now. freezin my nuts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ok i guess except for the last session when mr polluck yelled at us that was just bullshit.. But it was funny cos he said " listen to the other class they behave like animals !" and he was angry and then someone went " OOOOO!!" from the other class and every one just cracked out laughin :L lol. It was funny. YAY! cross country's off tomorrow ! ^^ yay. lol. we have a week of school left and then its the holidays. Have to do heaps of shit during the holidays.  lol. i am so fucken bored -.- lol. damn, I've got a business assignment to do man. how gay. lol.. recently, i've been reading New Moon.. took me a fucken week to read twilight cos i had assignments and shit to do.. so i think this would take me less time to read.. anyway, got nth to else to say. Im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-212020876881741395?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/212020876881741395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=212020876881741395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/212020876881741395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/212020876881741395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/2409.html' title='2.4.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-734823580863109808</id><published>2009-03-21T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:46:03.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21.3.09</title><content type='html'>heya people. I am so bored. For the first time, I actually wished we had assignments to do at home. :( Anyway, lately, I've been kinda alright? i guess. I've been reading twilight. I reckon its better than the movie. :L lol. Anyway, today, I went to Indro with my sis and my dad. It was just really sucky in the car. Like SHIT. Sis went clubbing with Vin she'll be back at like 3 in the morning. I am so bored. I've been reading twilight ever since we got back from Indroopilly. Yeah.. I haven't blogged in ages so yeah.. I just decided to write. *sigh* I'm bored. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-734823580863109808?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/734823580863109808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=734823580863109808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/734823580863109808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/734823580863109808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/21309.html' title='21.3.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-5278359603244077692</id><published>2009-02-26T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:18:46.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I broke it off with Lucas 2 days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Alright, so here's what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, I lost my feelings for him. I didnt love him anymore. Idk. he's more of a brother than a boyfriend to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. and like on wednesday, I was in maths and i passed a note to Bekki and I was like " Hey, I feel like I want to break up with Lucas." and like yeah.. after I told Bekki , I told Angel and asked her for help. Then, I told Edina and Jacki I asked them for help and I was like " i wanna do it on friday the 13th of march." and they were like " marie, dont delay." and jacki was like " I know he'll understand." and like i thought to myself like " if i dont do it now, i'll be lying to him." and like that after noon we had mulitmedia and like i told sarah and brigette. and after that i kept asking them for help and we kept talking then after that they also didnt know what to do so we asked Jen and Aria. After that they told me to ask reece for help cos he's a guy. And then after that, I seriously couldnt do it. I was freezing my hands off. After that I just had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Lucas and do it. ok, here's our convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, umm, I just wanna be friends with you. Besties like before.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm,  I lost my feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: oh..&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just lost it. I dont love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: So what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Im breaking up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas : oh. Can i just talk to you later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. His eyes went all red and watery. omg. I reckon he was crying at home. Ok, I don't have the guts to say this to your face Lucas because I've hurt you enough.ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lucas :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas, I am so sorry if i hurt you. I just lost my feelings for you. You are more like a brother than a boyfriend to me. I just totally lost my feelings for you. Im sorry. I know I've hurt you A LOT. I know you'll eventually get over me. Seriously, don't be sad. you'll find someone better than me. Im sorry. I don't love you anymore. But we'll still be besties like before . It would mean a lot to me if we stayed besties and no more than that. Really. You'll find someone better than me. I had a lot of fun when we were going out. :L Anyways, Im sure u'll find another chick who is way much more better than me and you will love her more than you love me ok? :L lol. Dw bout things :L You'll find someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- alright. so I dont have the guts to say that to his face. seriously, I want to be single right now... and yeah.. When I grow up, I wanna stay single, work, party, hang out with my mates and travel the world.. Thats what I wanna do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-5278359603244077692?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5278359603244077692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=5278359603244077692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5278359603244077692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5278359603244077692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7890969679093033027</id><published>2009-02-18T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:31:50.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.2.09</title><content type='html'>Hello :D okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a confession : I was tipsy yesterday &lt;strong&gt;IN SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;ok, angel had 2/3 Borboun(alchohol) and 1/3 coke in a 600 ml bottle and I drank half of that bottle. and then Edina drank like 3 mouth fulls of that drink. OK ok, I admit, I was tipsy. I didnt want to admit it yesterday in school because I didnt want to fight with Lucas. I get so effing annoyed when I fight with Lucas. I dont want to fight with him. anyway, yesterday morning, angel brought 2 bottles of that stuff and like she came to me and she was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Angel:" oi marie come with me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Angel: Just come * points to bottle* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;me: ooohhhh. OKok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and then she told me it was like Borbourn and coke mixed together. :L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ok, this is what happened in multimedia, I was talking to Lucas and I was like " do i smell like shit?" and he was like " no." and I was like smelling my own breath and I was like " oh k. I stepped in dog poo." and like I was smelling my breath and he was like " oh. why are u smelling ur breath? did u eat the shit or something? " and like I kept asking him for the whole lesson until there was like 20 mins left of that lesson I was like " ok, I drank, Borboun mixed with coke." and he was like "yeah. I know. I could smell you when u sat next to me just now when u drank out of that bottle angel had and then right after that u sat next to me and u talked to me . I could smell u." I was like "oh." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;so yeah.. he found out. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, its over now. I got Tipsy yesterday I was wrong I know. Im never doin that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;anyway, Lol. Today fucking Krystal gave Lucas a "restraining order" nahh. its not a REAL LEGAL one. its just some bull shit only 5 or 6 year olds would play. so fucking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;. LOL and Edina read it and we were at the Tuck Shop and like the thing said " Mikayla's lawyer, Krystal Hansen" FUCK  YOU . Whatever fuckwitt. Mikayla and her fuckwitt friend, Krystal, can go die and ROT in HELL. Fuck u man. Go eat urself. Stupid idiots. chee bye la! Knn. So fucking annoying. Btw, Krystal's voice is like so effing annoying sounds like a fat person like fuckin heifer talking. Oh yeah, u are a heifer. Ass. Go fuck urself so fucking pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, there is no doubt that Mikayla still likes Lucas. haha. No one gives a shit. aww.. so sad. NOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucas is on now. Shall go chat with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cyas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7890969679093033027?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7890969679093033027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7890969679093033027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7890969679093033027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7890969679093033027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/18209.html' title='18.2.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-9097780677569703253</id><published>2009-02-17T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:43:25.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.2.09</title><content type='html'>Hello Peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got a fucking huge head ache from that drink Angel gave me. It was burboun mixed with coke. lol. 2/3 alchohol in that bottle and 1/3 coke. :L:L lol. I was fucking dizzy in class man. :L but I made Lucas sad man . that was just really gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ugh. fuckin hell i need to read chapter 6-19 of dont call me ishmael. stupid book. asses. UGH! Im like on chapter 8. The very first page of chapter 8. :L:L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Anyway, i need to do things. :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-9097780677569703253?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/9097780677569703253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=9097780677569703253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/9097780677569703253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/9097780677569703253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/17209.html' title='17.2.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-6107169841822220244</id><published>2009-02-15T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:32:48.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15.2.09</title><content type='html'>gosh. havent been blogging in fucking AGES. ugh! I've got school tmr. fuck. ughh! So grumpy. fuckin mood swings. anyway, today went to Calamvale and then got lost. wtf. and then this morning i went to church after that went to woolworths, then after that went back home. Suddenly so hungry. Then after that I ate food. :L then I was still hungry but i didnt eat. Then after that I got cravings for chocolate and then Sis got like millions of chocolate from Vin so she gave me one and then after that I was like "ughhhh.. I want more." and then I was like " I wanna go to woolworths and eat everything." something was fucking wrong with me man :L  lol. I went to bed at like 1.20 am last night man . I was watching Australia . :L go on for like more than 2 hours. fuck. :L:L got up this morning and I wasnt that tired.  lol. :L:L anyway, Lucas better come online soon! ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-6107169841822220244?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6107169841822220244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=6107169841822220244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6107169841822220244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6107169841822220244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/15209.html' title='15.2.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-1437884993791136962</id><published>2009-01-31T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:50:36.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31.1.09</title><content type='html'>:D bahahaha.  I got my hair done today! its like shorter. everything is the same style as i always do when i get my hair done but its shorter this time like shoulder length.. but longer than shoulder length. :L bahahaha. my ponytail is funny though. :L:L its all good though . bahahaha. My fringe doesnt annoy me anymore is shorter and nicer, I dont look like an emo anymore bahahaha. :L :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! yesterday during multimedia me and Lucas embarrassed ourselves man. We did this powerpoint thing about a studio we came up with and this picture about te camera men had like this word "copulation" under the picture and we took it off google and like we were done we asked the teacher to look at it and then the teacher was like " do u know what copulation is?" and me and Lucas were like " no." and he told us he was like "it means to have sex. Its the same meaning as the 'F' word." im like " omg. " it was embarrasing man. :L:L lol. I'll never forget that. :L:L it was funny though. :L anyway, I got my hair done today! bahahaha. :L:L I have school on monday. yeeppee!! get to see lucas! Do u know how effing boring it is at home?!!! ugh! :L:L anyway, sis went to Vin's house. Mum thinks she went clubbing. hahahaha. :L gay one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do my english hmw tmr. its about why i got my damn name. " MARIE" sounds like a retarded cat to me. :L:L bahahaha. lol. we had this damn maths test yesterday and I fell asleep really quick once i finished it man. I was sooooo effffffinnnnggg tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahahahaha. PEOPLE! I figured something out!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM HOMOPHOBIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; I am like scared of homosexuals. Like, Im not scared around homosexuals I know because I know them but if I'm surrounded by homosexuals I don't know then I'd be very very very scared and start crying. Seriously. :L:L I am homophobic. I am officially homophobic. OMG. Edina dared Jacki to kiss me yesterday and she did and I was like " :S :S:S:S" and i almost wanted to cry man. Im like " Jacki, Im homophobic." She waslike " oh! thats nice marie! Thanks!" Im like " :S:S:S:S" hahahaha. But she's not gay. I just got freaked out by a girl kissing me, and it was from my girl best friend! :L:L hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, I want to go to bed now . I came back on becos i cant sleep and i thought Lucas would be on. hahaha. o_O? what's he doing ? :L:L:L lol. hahahahahaha. :L:L:L:L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anywya, im off now ! byes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-1437884993791136962?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1437884993791136962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=1437884993791136962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/1437884993791136962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/1437884993791136962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/31109.html' title='31.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8251293778951272148</id><published>2009-01-27T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:47:29.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27.1.09</title><content type='html'>Hey ppls. It was the first day of school today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was effing GAY! but it was good. in a way cos i got to see Lucas. ugh! the teachers in M1A are so effing gay! like seriously , Ms Fechnar is so fucking dry man and the other teacher.. I forgot what his name was.. but whatever, he is so gay! He is sooooo boring! Im serious. I will fall asleep in that class one day. wth. Guess what people?! hahahaha. I sit next to Tiana. :D Lucas' ex. That is so coincidental. wtf. why must my last name start with a "C" and hers start with a "B" yeah whatever gay teacher i cant we just sit where ever we want to! homos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got this bear from Lucas. Soooooo CUTE! ^_^ bahahahhaa. LOL. Like, I sit next to Tiana and this chick called Becky. They are like SUPER BORING! Lucas was right man. You could sit there for hours talking to Tiana and she won't even talk to you. What the hell were you thinking when you went out with her man??!!! I cannot stand boring people. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously, I rather be with people who embarrass me infront of everyone than be with boring peoples! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How can people stand being boring? wth. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today, first lesson I had multimedia. LOL. it was hilarious. I was trying to switch the monitor on and like I kept pressing the button and Reece was like " is the main power switched on?" I was like " oh. No! :L:L:L" Lol. What the fuck marie?! :L:L LOL. anyway, I miss Edina , Jacki, Sallie, Katie and Nevada being in my class man. M2G(2008) was the best class ever! anyway, I'll just have to deal with it man. 1 damn year. LOL. Actually, I see the benefit of being around boring peoples. :L The benefit is that I won't get distracted and that I will listen more rather than go " what? I dont get it." LOL. Shit. Im a hearing impared man. :L :L lol. fuck. Im lucky I sit at the side I cant sit in the middle it just fills weird to me :L :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and jacki and edina and katie kept hugging today. We miss each other so damn much! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Im off now its like 9:44pm. I need to get up at like 6:30am tmr. ugh! Geez! lol. Im missin Lucas already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8251293778951272148?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8251293778951272148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8251293778951272148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8251293778951272148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8251293778951272148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/27109.html' title='27.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4284088497145767493</id><published>2009-01-21T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:38:50.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.1.09/21.1.09/22.01.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey peoples. lol. Im bored. Shall blog about Tuesday, Wednesday and Today ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;20.1.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;okok , on Tuesday, I got up in the morning. Then, I went to the kitchen to get smth to eat. Then, took a shower. Then, watched TV then after that. sis came back. We watched TV for awhile and then after that she went to work.. Then I went online.. After she finished work, we went to the video shop.. and rented Narnia, Get Smart and The Mummy. We watched Narnia that night. LOL. At the beginnig, there was this woman and she was iving birth and she was screaming and me and my sis looked at each other and just cracked out laughing! LOL! it was funny.. LOL. and then half way through the movie, Vin called my sis. So, she talked to Vin and she left me alone watching Narnia! :L lol. when she came back, there was like 10mins left of the movie. :L lol. after that we watched Get Smart I fell asleep 10 mins into the movie. Sis was like " do u want to watch this tmr?" and I was like "yeah.." LOL. Then I went to bed at like 1:45 am. Fell asleep really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;21.1.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;LOL . I forgot what i did on this day. :) oh yeah, i remember, I got up. Sis wasnt working and I went into her room. Saw LOADS of tissues next to her. I was like " hey hey." I was like " tissues? u were crying last night?" and she was like " tell u later." and yeah.. she was just crying cos she misses Vin.. stuff like that.. lol. at least she gets to talk to him on the phone. :( I only get to talk to Lucas on msn and by text. :( My sis was sad. cos she misses Vin and my sis still gets to go out with him during the holidays! I dont get to see Lucas!! :( I only saw him once. When we went to the movies with Edina, Jacki and Jayden. Im sad now :( LOL. Heaps of times when I cried just becos i miss him:( wtf. :( fuck. fuck. :( 5 days left til i get to see him. cant wait. Holidays are gay. *sighs* :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;lol. Today, I got up, ate breakfast, showered... LOL. went online.. Nothing interesting. :L waiting for Lucas to come online!!!! I'll try to come online tonight. My sis usually uses the laptop at night to talk to Vin. I'll try comin online. sometimes they finish early. So yeah.. LOL. 5days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4284088497145767493?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4284088497145767493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4284088497145767493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4284088497145767493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4284088497145767493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/2010921109220109.html' title='20.1.09/21.1.09/22.01.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7481341729113584319</id><published>2009-01-20T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:23:48.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.1.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hey earthlings. I am damn bored!!! ugh! -_- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for lucas or someone i can talk to to come online. i am bored. -_- ok ok, talking to Denita now. :) I cant wait to see Lucas! just one more week! See Lucas, I told you you could survive! :D :L :L I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I am bored! ugh.. Today, I just stayed at home.. watched TV.. went online.. -_- everyday the same thing. Im grounded. -_-  lols. anyway, I cant wait to see Lucas!!!!! ugh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7481341729113584319?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7481341729113584319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7481341729113584319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7481341729113584319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7481341729113584319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/20109.html' title='20.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8362925719797906580</id><published>2009-01-19T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:29:49.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19.1.09 - 2nd post</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hey people, its my second post!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel really really really .. ugh.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know, the feeling you feel when you let someone down + guilt when that somone expected you to be a much more responsible person and that that someone expected you to be a good person. But u just let them down when they put their complete trust and faith into you. U just let them down. Especially when that person is special. I know how it feels like, I've been through it before. It cuts so deep it hurts down to the soul. Its like you just hate the fact that you are alive. Well, i let myself down too. I promised myself I wouldnt hurt anyone or make them sad because of what i've been through. *sighs* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever ppls do to me no matter how much amount of pain i would feel, I forgive them. I put a smile on my face, keep my head up to the sky and just yeah.. keep all the tears away.. But when I see someone get sad because I hurt them it just kills me to see them like that because its my fault. *sighs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is too short to dwell on what is wrong.. *sighs*.. Just avoid bullshit and just yeah.. chill.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8362925719797906580?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8362925719797906580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8362925719797906580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8362925719797906580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8362925719797906580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/19109-2nd-post.html' title='19.1.09 - 2nd post'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4992216143147868701</id><published>2009-01-18T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:45:27.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19.1.09/18.1.09</title><content type='html'>Hey people. I feel like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok , talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;18.1.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok, I went to Jun's party. and then we went back home at like 3:30 cos my sis had work at 5. and then we went back there at 5. Lucas texted me and stuff.. and then mum gave me like a glass of white wine.. and then after that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;had 3 glasses of Martini and like a shot of vodka and like to me I got tipsy.But according to lucas i got drunk. Cos I wanted to text my sis and i sent it to the wrong number, I sent it to Lucas.. and it had stuff in it that i know would make him angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well, I didnt know i would get tipsy on white wine and martini. It wasa my first drinking white wine and martini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pissed so many people off yesterday man. First I pissed the most important person off, Lucas. Second, I piss my sister off and then I pissed my mum and then I pissed my dad off.  What the hell. I should just go and fucking die. Then, last night. I couldnt sleep and sis was still outside watching TV and like I was eating again. We had this convo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sis: hey, whats wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sis: you are eating. Something is wrong. You dont usually eat this late unless there is smth wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Nothing is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sis: seriously tell me wats wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: what happened? Something happened? Lucas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sis: then why do u feel bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Live and let die. ( :L :L :L Scared the crap out of her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sis: Please dont die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: no! Thats so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sis: whats wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me: nothing. really. nothing.. I didnt know I was gonna get tipsy tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sis: ahh.. ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well people, here is the story. I promised Lucas I wouldnt get tipsy or drunk. I didnt know I would get tipsy last night as I had a glass of white wine, 3 glasses of martinis and a shot of vodka. I usually could handle a damn bottle of vodka and I didnt know that I couldnt handle what I had last night. Lucas was like texting me and he was like " Ur tipsy?" and I was texting my sis also and I was like " woohoo! Im tipsy!" and stuff like that. and I accidentaly sent it to Lucas. Damn, I pissed him off . I was like " oh shit." Now, I am pissed off with myself! ugh! GOD DAMN IT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!  I should just fuck myself!!!!! FUCKKKKKK!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;To Lucas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im sorry. I promise I wont do it again. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4992216143147868701?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4992216143147868701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4992216143147868701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4992216143147868701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4992216143147868701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/1910918109.html' title='19.1.09/18.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-6115343477811184776</id><published>2009-01-17T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:16:56.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.1.09/16.1.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey people, i am like bored. ok ok , I shall blog about yesterday and today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohk,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YESTERDAY(Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got up at 6:30 am and then went to school uniform shop at like 7:40 ish.. and then I got there.. The Person was like " oh. we dont have stock for the middle school uniform yet. We'll probably get it towards the end of next week." and i was like " -_- meh!" in my head. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;kao bei la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  wa lao.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-_-. After that, I got sent back home and then I watched TV for awhile and then went back to sleep. Got up at like 1? yeah.. and I went online.... -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TODAY(17.1.09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ok, today got up at like 7:45 .. Went to Inala. I was like " -_-"hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;and then came home.. it was damn boring man. I just kept walking around the house like a zombie... nothing interesting was even on on TV. what the hell? homos! and then I went to my room. Tried to sleep. For the first time ever, I couldnt sleep when I tried to sleep. :L :L LOL. I sleep too much. anyway, tomorrow, Im going to church.Then, we're going to uncle Jun's house cos its his birthday.. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Im bored!!!!!!! ughh!! damn, I miss Lucas shit loads. :( Hope he comes online soon! I cant wait to see him on the 27th of January 2009 at like 8 something ish in the morning. :L :L :L LOL. Im bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;meh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;:L :L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-6115343477811184776?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6115343477811184776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=6115343477811184776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6115343477811184776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6115343477811184776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/1710916109.html' title='17.1.09/16.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-6496917509825872623</id><published>2009-01-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:30:25.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15.1.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMFG! my fucking internet scared the fuck out of me and my sis yesterday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, at 5 yesterday... the internet couldnt connect.. and then after that i've been trying to connect it for like 4 hours. I couldnt fix it.. I called dad then.. and he couldnt fix it.. and then when sis came back from work, she restored the computer and then deleted the "3" internet program.. and then she intalled the program again.. and it didnt work.. and like my dad called the "3" service centre and like they said something is wrong with the modem.. and like my dad was like " How long does it take to fix it?" and they said one week. I wanted to friggin cry man.. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;dude, the internet is my connection to my friends and Lucas man.. My sis and me were damn pissed off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;anyway, the internet scared the crap out of me and sis. we were like " please.. PLEASE WORK!!!" We were depressed man.. anyway, its working now!! yay!! damn. I need to get me some credit.. Im running out of credit. Im asking dad to get me some today.. Hope Lucas gets some.. i miss him damn loads.. I miss all my friends man.. Edina and Jacki!!! I miss them shit loads!!! ugh... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 week 5 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, Lucas isnt allowed to come on for 2 days :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss him shit loads! 1 week and 5 days!! cant wait for school to start! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-6496917509825872623?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6496917509825872623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=6496917509825872623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6496917509825872623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6496917509825872623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/15109.html' title='15.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8239764776266260764</id><published>2009-01-13T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:22:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13.1.09</title><content type='html'>Hey earthlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a day full of fights man. My sis and my mum had a huge huge huge huge massive fight and then after that my sis just walked out of the house. My sis went to Tosacani's at orion to confront Quyen. I hope she doesnt get into a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, last night! me and sis were watching Bring It On all or Nothing. It was like 11:30 pm.. and like she had another birthday cake and i was like " your birthday was days ago." She was like " LOL. yer.. my friends just gave me another cake cos i didnt get to spend time with them." and me and my sis had 2 slices! YUMMY!! after that, my sis was like " im hungry. U want some chips?" I was like " do u?" and she was like " do u?" and im like " ok!" and my sis was like " haha! I was hoping you would say that if u said no i would still cook some but for myself." LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyway, started eating.. and then after that she was still hungry and I was damn full!! She was like " do u want a hot dog?" I was like " No! Are u crazy? Im full!" and she was like " fine fine. I'll just cook one for myself." and then she cooked 2 hot dogs man.. :L i ended up eating half of one. :L :L LOL! and then she took a bottle of coke and it was like 1.5 litres.. and we finished half of it man.. :L :L she went to the gym this morning. I ran on the tread mill at home for like an hour. haha! ended up going to bed at like 1 am last night and then listened to iPod and then i fell asleep at like 1:36 ish.. :L LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ahh! 2 weeks! 2 weeks! exactly TWO WEEKS! I miss Lucas! I miss all my friends! I cant wait to see everyone! especially Lucas! I miss him so damn much! ugh!!! cant wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;going to Orion on Thursday with sis. Mum and Dad dont know and then after that we're going to play pool(billard). :D cant wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss Lucas :( hope he comes online soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8239764776266260764?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8239764776266260764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8239764776266260764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8239764776266260764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8239764776266260764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/13109_13.html' title='13.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-108013034554139658</id><published>2009-01-12T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:19:49.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.9.09-second post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hey people! I am sooo damn bored. Lucas isnt on. Its like 10:09 pm.. LOL. sis is going to the gym tomorrow morning.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to lose like let see, 4 kilos? til im 40 kg.. I've grown taller! im like 157 cm.. Use to be 155. hahahaha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;anyway, on Sunday, right after church need to go to uncle Jun's house cos' its his birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, just now, Vin called I picked up and he was like " Hello. How are you?" and im like " good.muahahahhaah!" I think I scared him. LOL. :L It was really random. Im random today. I have no idea why. I think I am just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Seriously, even when I was talking to Lucas on MSN I was really random. :L :L LOL .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LOL. I am bored!! LOL. My sis is talking to Vin on the phone.. Im blogging! LOL. cant wait til school reopens man! I miss A LOT of people! hehehehe ;) especially Lucas. I cant wait!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok ok , 2 weeks marie! Just 2 weeks! Be Patient!!!!!  PATIENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tomorrow is a tuesday. and then wednesday, thurs,fri,sat and then sunday! and then another week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I miss Lucas! I miss all my friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2 weeks!! arh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-108013034554139658?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/108013034554139658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=108013034554139658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/108013034554139658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/108013034554139658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/12909-second-post.html' title='12.9.09-second post.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4149613141209219808</id><published>2009-01-11T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:52:41.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.1.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey earthlings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo bored. Lucas went offline like minutes ago. I miss him like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2 weeks!! 2 weeks!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol. Got grounded. damn gay. anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;yesterday went stationery shopping at officeworks. hahaha. LOL. after that I came home watched TV.. Sis was talking to dad about my cousin Mark. OMG! I was on friendster yesterday and my cousin,Nash, went to LA man! damn cool! ahh! :L :L LOL. anyway, I am damn bored! ugh... LOL. -_-. I am damn bored. I hate holidays they are boring!! ugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I am bored! Very VERY ULTRA MEGA BORED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I need to find something to do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4149613141209219808?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4149613141209219808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4149613141209219808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4149613141209219808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4149613141209219808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/12109.html' title='12.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-3987499803433568133</id><published>2009-01-10T03:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:11:08.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.1.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey People. I am bored. -_-. its like 9:48 pm.. waiting for Lucas to come online.. I miss him like crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My sis isnt home.. she's gonna be home by 2 am.. she says.. shame she'd be like an hour or 2 hours late. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, sis went to Pancakes at Manor with Vin at the city. haha. Never been there before she says its nice! Lol. My sis and me were chatting in the car&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; and we had this convo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sis: yay! Im going to Pancakes at Manor today! with vin. for my birthday since we didnt go yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: oh. cool. is it nice there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sis: hell yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sis: I'll bring you to eat there one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: haha. yeah.. when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sis: one day after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: haha. What will I tell mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sis: tell her some shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: haha! :L :L i'll just say u and Vin are driving me to the city to get smth to eat.. or just walk around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sis: yer.. thats good. :L :L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: what day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sis: How about your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: oh.. ohk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sis: and then Im gonna bring you to Toscani's to eat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: haha. LOL. again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sis: or I'll bring you to Milano's in the City..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: oh.. is it italian or french?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sis: french!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: ok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sis: I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Me: yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yay! my sis is bringing me out for my birthday! when I turn 14! yeepee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LOL. Sis is going clubbing next weekend.. with her friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lol.. cant wait to get my licence man. so going to drive everywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;:L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss lucas like shit loads! waiting for him to come online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;today I went to redbank plaza. Me and Sis went to the library and my sister borrowed books.. yer yer.. I know. my sis is a nerd. :L lol. I just walked around the library.. found this book about Vampires.. haha. I was like " ooo. Interesting." then Lucas texted me and stuff.. after that, we went to ealk around. haha. dont wanna talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;when I got home, me and sis watched Spartacus and then we were watching it and it got boring. So we didnt finish watching it. and my sis was using the com.. haha. damn gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I MIGHT BE GETTING A NEW LAPTOP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;not sure.. but I dont want a new one.. I hate being spoilt. I wanna work hard for it. My mum is like " do u want a new laptop?" and Im like " meh.. I need to get Bs overall at the end of Sem 1 of year 9.. then get me a new laptop." mum was like " oh.. why?" and I was like " oh..I dont like it when I get things and I dont work hard for it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;so yer.. haha. going stationery shopping tmr! hahaha! right after church.. damn, I need to get up at like 6:30? hahaha. I hate waking up early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Im bored. cant wait to see Lucas! arh!! 2 weeks! 2 weeks!  ugh... -_- thats like fucking ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anyways, theres nth to write about.. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;bye =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-3987499803433568133?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3987499803433568133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=3987499803433568133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3987499803433568133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3987499803433568133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/10109.html' title='10.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7604262506580541106</id><published>2009-01-09T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:27:16.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.1.09</title><content type='html'>Hey people. My sis turned 21 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ohk ohk, yesterday night, I satyed up late thinking of &lt;strong&gt;Lucas &lt;/strong&gt;and then it was like 12:03 sis came in my room and she was like " omg! its my birthday!" and I was like " oh yeah! Happy Birthday!" and she was like "Sleepover my room?" and I was like " oh. ohk.. sure.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We stayed up for like 45 mins.. just lying down.. talking about Lucas and Vin and like my sis talked about stuff she misses.. etc etc.. After that, sis didnt want to turn off the lamp next to her. We had this convo :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Oi! switch the lamp off! I cant sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sis: ugh.. I want it on so that I can sleep. Im scared of the dark..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Yeah right.. * Sis Laughing next to me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sis: ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sis: its my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: and yeah.. im the guest. :L :L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sis: Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Bad customer service!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sis: lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: ugh! * tries to sleep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sis: ok ok. I'll switch it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me: yay! hahahhhahah! muahahahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and then after that she switched it back on again I was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;" ugh! What the Fuck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and then at 10:15 am this morning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me:* sleeping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sis: *screaming into my ear* Oi! Oi! Oi! My birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sis: huh! thats the first thing u say to me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: yeah! cos u woke me up u gay bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sis: ohk ohk, sorry. ITS MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: I wanna go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sis: *listening to iPod* i'll sing you a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sis: *sings beautiful soul by Jesse McCartney* I dont want another Pretty face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: UGH! SHUT THE FUCK UP! ur annoyin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sis: hahahahahahahahh! * laughs at me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sis: * Blinds Open*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me: What THE FUCK! U fucker! I hate light when im asleep! Son of a bitch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I got up after that.. LOL. My sis does that to me all the time I sleepover her room. damn annoying. :L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, I am so fucking bored now! Waiting for Lucas to come online. I miss him shit loads! 3 more Weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss lucas like shit loads. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just now, me and my sis were watching the movie 300. I didnt even know what it was about only at the beggining and then I just didnt pay attention to the movie anymore.. the movie was cool. i am like so damn bored.. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;cant wait to see Lucas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I hope he comes online soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I miss him shit loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Ily Lucas. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways, &lt;/strong&gt;theres nth to write about now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7604262506580541106?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7604262506580541106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7604262506580541106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7604262506580541106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7604262506580541106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/9109.html' title='9.1.09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4559464651060133672</id><published>2009-01-07T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:11:39.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 January 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey People.. I am like so damn bored... -_-.. Lucas went for dinner. and im like talking to Jayden on msn.. My sis' bday in 2 days! she's turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;21&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;! haha! I am like so damn bored.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 MORE FUCKING WEEKS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I cant wait to see lucas. Miss him soooo damn much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Holidays are like real damn boring.. I'd rather go to school and see my friends than stay at home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I need to have PATIENCE!! omg. I seriously cannot wait.. ugh! 3 fucking weeks. wtf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I miss Lucas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4559464651060133672?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4559464651060133672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4559464651060133672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4559464651060133672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4559464651060133672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-january-09.html' title='7 January 09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8736024979833745704</id><published>2009-01-05T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:49:06.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 January 09</title><content type='html'>Hey people. I am like so damn bored.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hope Lucas comes online soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my damn sis is coming home today! after a week at the gold coast. wtf.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ugh! believe one week has already gone. i cant wait for school to reopen!!&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Its like damn boring at home.. my sis is coming home soon.. that means i cant go online in the morning to talk to lucas.. only when se goes to work.. that like at 5pm everyday.. and lucas wont be able to come on at that time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I might not even get to talk to u for days man.. :( I miss you shit loads..  :( I cant wait to see Lucas.. I miss him shit loads... :( : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8736024979833745704?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8736024979833745704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8736024979833745704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8736024979833745704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8736024979833745704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-january-09.html' title='6 January 09'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7334533698823959466</id><published>2009-01-05T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:27:09.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey people. I am like so damn bored. I am like talking to Jayden now. damn boring. was talking to lucas just not like an hour ago..LOL! yay! lucas just came online! yay! I'll go talk to him now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7334533698823959466?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7334533698823959466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7334533698823959466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7334533698823959466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7334533698823959466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title='=) LOL'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-34452675413991428</id><published>2009-01-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:03:36.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey people. I am damn bored. Just finished researching for stuff. damn.. I am bored now. im like -_-zzzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt; my sis isnt home yet! she was meant to come back from the Gold Coast yesterday! LOL. My sis went clubbing. How Fun! anyway, today, I was meant to go to church.. but my mum had to go to work.. so yer.. we didnt go.. anyway, my sis might be coming back tmr or tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SO DAMN BORED!! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, Lucas went on and then suddenly went off.. haha. his at his Nana's  LOL. haha! His Grandma.. haha. when he said that i always think about "U ugly turk! ur not kidnapping me!" &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN FUNNY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;got that off My Big Fat Greek Wedding the movie. :L so damn funny. anyway, Lucas is on now.. talking to him on  msn now! not that boring anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-34452675413991428?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/34452675413991428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=34452675413991428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/34452675413991428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/34452675413991428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_03.html' title='=)'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8050975922930439991</id><published>2009-01-02T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:07:46.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh -_-</title><content type='html'>omg. this so so damn gay! I am soo fucking bored. I've been sitting infront of the computer for like HOURS!!!!! WITH NOTHING TO DO!! LOL. i've been waiting for like lucas to come online. but i need to find smth to do!!!! I chose to come online. so yer,, its not ur fault lucas. Dont apologise to me on msn. Hunn, u apologise too much. I dont care if u find it mean not to apologise when its even not ur fault!!! Dude, i think u shouldnt do that all the time. because i want u to know, when to apologise and when to not and i want you to know when u are in the right and when u are in the wrong.. what the hell.. u apologise too much!! anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KRYSTAL HANSEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;omg. that dumb bitch. she better not steal lucas away from me. i dont think she can.. -_- Lucas doesnt even like her.. so yer.. OMG! my damn sister went clubbing. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SO FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Damn gay.. I have to stay at home.. shit.. Need to go stationary shopping . anyway, classes for 2009! im in M1A! Damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NERDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; go there.. wth.. im in that class. Lucas is in M1A too! yeepee!! cant wait to see lucas man..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.fuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DAMN BORED!! THIS IS GAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like listening to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Whatever you like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; after listening to MONROSE-Hot Summer for like 2 hours.. " Its gonna be a HOT HOT SUMMER!" damn, I miss Lucas. When I see him Im gonna give him a damn big HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HUG!!!! fuck !! we're like going insane becos we miss each other. fuck. :( ughh!!! I want to see LUCAS! I miss him so damn much. cant wait for school to start! FUCK!!!!! In year 9 next year.. damn.. shit. shit. shit. i reckon its harder.. But anyway, i need to play attention in class and understand what the teacher is talking about and revise.. so yer.. I think im gonna do well in Year 9.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is damn gay.. Im bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8050975922930439991?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8050975922930439991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8050975922930439991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8050975922930439991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8050975922930439991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/uhh.html' title='uhh -_-'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-2293113830125786339</id><published>2009-01-02T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:37:40.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl. Haven't been blogging for ages. LOL . anyway, its like really boring.im on msn now.. waiting for lucas to come online.. anyway, umm, so far.. nothing much is happening at home. damn boring. damn, i miss Lucas BIG TIME! im like insane.. LOL. at dreamworld all i ever talked about was him man .. until my sis got annoyed.. LOL she's like -_- zzzzzz . anyway, cant wait for school to start. LOL. anyway, im gonna blog about yesterday.. hmm, what about yesterday? ouh yer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY(2nd January):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Krystal Hansen Likes Lucas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL. that was so fucking hilarious man. im being serious. damn funny. Lucas told me on msn that Krystal Hansen likes him.. and Im lke " -_-! hahahahahahahahahahha!!!!" LOL. anyway, umm.. I dont really care about Krystal. She and Mikayla are like damn gay. and Lucas told me Krystal called Lucas a man whore.. Listen, Krystal, Lucas isnt a man whore. Ur more like a whore Krystal.. Look at ur pics on bebo. Ur fats are like blging out and ur wearing skanky clothes.. I dont even do that.. eww. like seriously. what the hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaps of girls like Lucas.. I feel so damn lucky he loves me. Im serious and I myself dont like like anyone or fall for someone that easily. I barely do! so yer.. annyway, damn, i miss lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCAS I MISS YOU :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh! Krystal Hansen better not annoy me. Im gonna have the shits with her. _l_!! great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mikayla is another gaybo who likes lucas.. she's a bitch. whatever &lt;strong&gt;_l_!&lt;/strong&gt; mikayla sucks big time !&lt;b&gt; POWDER FACE!&lt;/b&gt; i reckon if u take all the makeup off she'll look like a damned fuckwitt.. well, she already does look like one with make up. :L LOL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh! I miss Lucas . I cant wait to see him man. waiting for him to come online. :L :L LOL. damn boring.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love LUCAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ppls,&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-2293113830125786339?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2293113830125786339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=2293113830125786339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2293113830125786339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2293113830125786339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-1203958623254840736</id><published>2008-12-30T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:53:30.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamworld!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heyy ppls. I went to dreamworld today. with aunt rose's family and uncle john's family and like we went on the tower of terror first and I was screaming my fucking head off man. Like dude, it goes 170km/h 38 storeys high and u sit in a car and when u reach 38 storeys ur like vertical. Dude, it doesnt start slow, it just goes off really fast! I was like " FUCK!" and like i went on it b4 the otha 2 families came cos we were  there earlier and we were damn bored and then after that when dave them guys came we went on the tower of terror again it was fucking awesome!!! damn cool!! and then after that went on the giant drop man. 39 storeys high and then u 8 ppls sit in one row and then the thing slowly bring u up 39 storeys high and then stay up there for one minute and then after that just drop u at like 190km/h 5 seconds free fall!! and me, my sis, dave, bryan,nicole and this other kid went on it and we were just lining up waiting for the ride and like dave was like " we should keep our faces stoned on the way up." and me and my sis were like "ok." cos it goes up slowly. and like when we went on it we were screaming like FUCKING PUSSIES man!!!!!!! the thing just started to go up and me, my sis and Dave were like "fuck ! " i was like " FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!" i was screaming man. and then we were like up there I was like " MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!" and the thing just went down and I was like "FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!" and I was also screaming " LLLLUUUUUCCCCCAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then 5 seconds u like reach the ground already. then after that we went on the claw. swings u 9 storeys high and then spins u 360 degrees. and me, dave,and my sis went on it. and the thing was just like 7 storeys high and I was screaming my fucking head off I was like " LUCASSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! LUUUUCAAASSSS!!!!!" I was like talking about him all day. hahahaha. my sis got annoyed. and yer, on the giant drop my sis kept screaming " VIN!!!!!!!!" her bf's name. it was fucking fun. after i came off the claw I was damn dizzy man. i felt like throwing up. :L :L LOL. after that , i came home, went on msn. talked to lucas etc etc.. and I told him to get his ass on the giant drop with me when i get my licence  when im 16 years old.. and we're going to drive to dreamworld on the gold coast. and he was like " Im scared of heights." and I was like " close ur eyes then!" and he was like " i am so holding ur hand on that ride!" and I was like "haha.:L LOL" it was funny. and like i was screaming his name on the claw man.. it was hilarious. :L :L LOL. its new years eve tmr. my sis is going to the gold coast with her mates tmr... for like 1 week. she's gonna leave her laptop at home. and im going to my dad's friend's house for lunch tmr.. so, im gonna bring the laptop(if im allowed to) and the usb internet. and talk to lucas. Im gonna be on line til like 1-2ish in the morning. spending new years on msn with lucas :L :L and watching TV .. :L :L  FUCK. Lucas is going to strandbroke for like a weekend like this coming weekend or the next. :( im gonna miss him. he's not going on msn then. he's gonna text me. Im running out of credit. i have like 3-4 bucks left. that sucks big time. and then he asked me to go to the movies with himnext week. I cant i've got like heaps of gay shhit to do. :( sorry lucas. :( anyway, bye ppls. Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-1203958623254840736?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1203958623254840736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=1203958623254840736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/1203958623254840736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/1203958623254840736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreamworld.html' title='Dreamworld!'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-6530295206534236781</id><published>2008-12-16T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:48:04.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to blogging.</title><content type='html'>heyy ppls. havent been on for ages! anyways, we went to dreamworld last week. it was heaps of fun. we went around dreamworld the whole day. going on the rides. it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am like really bored. haha. me, jacki,edina,lucas and jayden are having a convo on msn now. so, im not too bored. i had an amazing time at dreamworld! LOL! i loved it. i spent the day with my besties. Edina, Jacki, Jayden,Lucas and Sallie. I love yus lot. We were waiting to go to the rugrats roller coaster and lucas lifted his arm up. and he was standing behind me and jayden and edina and sallie and jacki was standing infont of us. and lucas' sweat marks were fuckin massive. and jayden was like " holy shit! they are fuckin massive!" and I just laughed at jayden's reaction for like 10 mins. LOL :L and then after that we went the rugrats roller coaster and there was an odd number and lucas had to sit next to some random dude. LOL ! it was fuckin hilarious. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went on this thing smth like the tea cups. but funner. and jayden sat next to lucas and jayden wanted to throw up. and lucas was like shittin himself . Lucas was like " dont throw up jayden!"LOL it was funny. omg! and then after that we went on a thrill ride!! The Claw! It swings u 9 storeys high and spins u 360 degrees. its fuckin awesome! anyways, me, jacki, katie,jayden and sallie went. Lucas and edina were scared. and when we were on it. Edina and Lucas were watching us. and Katie was on the thing and it was just 7 storeys high and katie was like " get me off this now!" and I was like " omfg! This is so fuckin fun! FUCK!!!" and I was screaming man! it was so fuckin fun!" and then after that we went on the stingray ride. it was so gay. it just spins u. the teacups were funner. LOL ! and then after that we went on another thrill ride. we went on the tower of terror. in the tower of terror, u sit in this car and it goes all the way up at like 160km/h and it brings u all the way up to 33 storeys high up the giant drop which is like 37storeys high . its on the side of the giant drop. and yer, u sit in the car and it goes at a fuckin fast speed. and when u reach the top , u are like VERTICAL. it was so fucking awesome. I loved it. me, edina, sallie were shitting our pants b4 the ride. we were like " im gonna die on that thing. " we were so scared man. but then when we went on it, it was fun as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloved that day at dreamworld. it was the best. it was a day of fun with my besties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-6530295206534236781?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6530295206534236781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=6530295206534236781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6530295206534236781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6530295206534236781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-blogging.html' title='back to blogging.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-5848148351072591949</id><published>2008-11-22T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:47:41.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey ppls..</title><content type='html'>hey ppls. back to blogging again. lol. lucas went of msn like 30 mins ago.. no one is online now. lol. Lucas and me were just talking about the movie my big fat greek wedding. and lucas is like from greece and he was like " in greece, families do that." and I was like " LOL. ohk."  and we were watching My big fat greek weddin on youtube. it was hilarious man. LOL. I laughed my ass off. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-5848148351072591949?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5848148351072591949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=5848148351072591949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5848148351072591949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5848148351072591949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-ppls.html' title='hey ppls..'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-2362028336810361113</id><published>2008-11-14T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:48:55.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn. Im bored.</title><content type='html'>damn. im like bored as hell. sis havent come home yet. this is me 2nd post for the day. sis went to city with her friends to have fun and stuff. LOL. yer. i'll talk about what happened in lunch today. Me and angel went to the tuckshop to get stuff and then we came back and there was lucas, jayden, edina and katie and me and angel. and then I was like "omg. after i finish eating i need to go fix me bra up. its all twisted." and every1 was like "ok." and katie just started talkin bout bras and jayden and lucas were like dudes. and lucas was being really random and he was like " ouh. Im a size double A! what size are u katie?" and every1 just cracked up laughing man. it was hilarious. it was . and edina was like " you've got man boobs." but lucas didnt. and he was like " oh yeah. like so totally." it was funny and then after i've finished eating i went to the toilet to fix my bra up and i was like in the toilet cubical and lucas came into the female toilet to wash his hands. and he was like screaming "hey marie! u doin good there?" I was like " why are u in the chicks toilet? dude, ur a guy." I was in the cubical and I came when i was done and I was washin my hands and he was like " oh. I dont really care man!" and i just laughed. it was boring during second break.  omg . I WANT MR PARKER TO COME BACK!!!!!! MS HOLZ IS BORING AS HELL MAN! IM SERIOUS!!!! SOSE and English is like boring now. it use to be fun when mr parker was around becos we get to muk around and we could listen to our iPods and stuff and we still learn things that we are meant to learn and we get things and assignment in on time . Mr parker was the best man! He's like really rad. and miss holz was like talkin to the class and she was like " I will not let you listen to ur iPod. Mr Parker's rules was when Mr Parker was here but now u are my class. SOSE and English are core subjects there is no way i will let u listen to ur iPods or Mp3 player. LOL and I was like being a rebel and I was just listening to my iPod and then I got it confiscated but i got back at the end of the day.. LOL. and then the class was like really noisy while ms holz was like teachin us and ms holz was like " M2G! be quiet! how many times do i have to tell u to be quiet! What do u want me to do ?walk out the room so u can chat all day?" and in my head i was like " Yes and i want mr parker to come back so we get to mukk around in class and listen to our iPods." seriously, ms holz should slack abit man. fuckin hard workin ass makin machine. seriously she should cut us some slack man. she makes school all sucky. seriously I prefer ms payne out of ms holz and ms moyses. ms holz and ms moyses are strict as man. ms payne is better. =) im talkin to lucas on msn now. chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-2362028336810361113?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2362028336810361113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=2362028336810361113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2362028336810361113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/2362028336810361113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn-im-bored.html' title='damn. Im bored.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-627085832190119477</id><published>2008-11-14T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:00:52.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) live life to the fullest.</title><content type='html'>hey ppl. today was a normal day. in the morning we had english. Nevada wasnt in school today and Angel was . So, she hung out wit me and me hommies. she's fun man.  aniwaes, she was telling me about the time when we were watchin gallipoli in class and in the movie they said "horizontal pleasure." and some one asked Mr Parker, when he was still in school as a prac teacher, what it meant and Angel was like " It means sex!"and Mr Parker was like " Angel, dont say that. Its inappropriate." Angel was like " Oh well Mr, half of the ppl in the class already had sex." she was just joking. LOL. i pissed myself laughing when she told me that. LOL. and then after english we had PE. I didnt go swimming and Jacki and Amy didnt go also. So me and Amy sat together and then Jacki was like really tired and she just laid on the floor and listen to er music and stuff. and me and Amy sat together to do our assignments and stuff. and we were listenin to my iPod and it went dead . I was like "FUCK! Piece of SHIT!" LOL. amy just cracked out laughing. and then we had Drama. it was fun. Me , Jacki and Sallie and Danielle were just playin with the chairs man. it was fun.=) and then we had SOSE. it was boring . OMG . Miss Holz is so gay. when mr parker was teaching us he let us talk. but miss holz , when she hears whispers she'll go " why do i hear noise?!" i was like " WTF." and then i walked home with Angel. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-627085832190119477?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/627085832190119477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=627085832190119477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/627085832190119477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/627085832190119477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/11/live-life-to-fullest.html' title='=) live life to the fullest.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7947721299464634509</id><published>2008-11-05T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:44:58.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>hey ppls. today was a normal day. it was funny in the morning. because ms holz wasnt in school today so we had a relief teacher and then mr parker's like gone. and then me and jacki sat next to each other and we were like laughing our heas off cause we were talking about stalking ppl. and like tran, she's a bisexual, she came up to me and she hugged me and she was like " i love u baby!" and i was like " WHAT THE FUCK?!" and she was like laughing and she was like " this is a dare." and i was like " by who?" and she was like " angel." and i looked at angel and she was laughing at me. we play truth and dare all the time. and like during maths i was dared to make orgasm noises for like a minute by angel and i dares angel to flash her undies to the dude sittin next to her. it was fuckin hilaria! anyway after that the day was boring. =) aniwaes, i gtg. cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7947721299464634509?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7947721299464634509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7947721299464634509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7947721299464634509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7947721299464634509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-3427261137396931549</id><published>2008-11-05T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:26:43.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raining..</title><content type='html'>hey ppl. today was a really wet and cold day. it was raining the whole day. i got soaked after school. cos angel had dance in the auditorium and i had drama and it was up at the classroom and i forgot to ask her where to meet after school cos we always go home together. and then when the bell rang i walked down to the auditorium and angel was gone. and then i was like " oh well, i'll just catch the bus myself since i can't find angel." and then i was walking down junior school and i was like soakin wet it looked like i had a shower! and then angel was behind me and she was like " Marie!" and then we were walking and then she checked her bag and she was like " oh shit! where the fuck is my phone?" and i was like " what? what's wrong?" and she was like" shit i left it in dance up at the auditorium! fuck!" and then we had to walk back up and we were soaking wet! and then she called her mum. to pick her up. and she was like "Hey, do u wanna get dropped off?" and i was like " no its alright." and she was like "aww. i'll just tell my mum to drop u off." and yer.. we waited at the bakery outside school and we sat there waited for her mum.. got dropped off by her mum.. me and angel were soaking wet man! we looked like we had a figgin shower! seriously my hair was like wet as.. shit. i gtg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyas! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-3427261137396931549?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3427261137396931549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=3427261137396931549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3427261137396931549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3427261137396931549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/11/raining.html' title='raining..'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-3842287205686397762</id><published>2008-11-01T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:30:58.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>damn. I had the most funnest day in school ever yesterday. It was mr parker's last day yesterday. First, the whole class had a massive argument with the relieve teacher because of tori she said the f word and the teacher heard her and the teacher was like " you can get fucked up in the office." and like evry1 heard her and the whole class kept saying Joanna doesnt swear. because the teacher asked tori for her name and some1 said her name was Joanna and the teacher believed us.  and the whole class kept saying she doesnt swear. I was a full on rebel in PE yesterday. I was like eating a muesli bar and the teacher was like " put that away now!" and i just kept eating it and she was like "spit it out now!" and I spat on the ground at the field. it was hilarious. half the class ended up going down to the office by ourselves the teacher was like " All of u come back here now!" and we all were just like "whatever." and I was like " fuckin hell. shut up already woman!" and she was like " excuse me!" and i just walked down to the office with the rest of the class. and ms payne(form teacher) had to come down to the office to get us and we just stayed in the classroom. we didnt get yelled at. at all! =) the last period was d best. we had sose with mr parker. it was fun=). it was mr parker's last lesson with us. and like when the bell rang. Jake and them other boys pulled mr parker out of the classroom and jake poured glitter on mr parker and Jack poured water on him. and he went to the bubblers to get the glitter off. and me, jacki,angel,edina,katie and sallie were like talking to him. and jacki was like " pls dont go mr." and yer.. but he still had to go. shit! we've got ms holz back next week. damn. Jacki's gonna miss mr parker. He was like the best teacher ever. he was really cool. =) aniwaes, cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-3842287205686397762?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3842287205686397762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=3842287205686397762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3842287205686397762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3842287205686397762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-5232425771037792348</id><published>2008-10-27T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:52:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>hey ppl. today was a funny/sick day. In the morning after maths me,sallie,edina,lucas and jayden were talking and were talking about vibrators. and like we were just like talking outside the doors to the block. and i was like laughing my fuckin ass off.. it looked like i was crying but i was laughing. and like mr parker came out of the block to use the toilet. and like he saw me and he was like " is she okay? is she laughing or crying?" it was hilarious. and i was like " sallie's talking about vibrators" and he just went into the toilet laughing. it was fuckin embarrassing for sallie. =)! it was hilarious. shit. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;cyas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-5232425771037792348?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5232425771037792348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=5232425771037792348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5232425771037792348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5232425771037792348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_27.html' title='=)'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-6579732913758986439</id><published>2008-10-23T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:09:08.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yer. hey ppl.</title><content type='html'>today we had like the funniest/sickest session in SOSE ever! like me, Jacki, Sallie were sitting at the back of the class and jacki and sallie were arguing about "lemons" and Sallie was like " marie, go squeeze jesse's lemon!" and i was like " WTF are lemons?" and JAcki and sallie just stared at me. and they were like " u serious u dont know what lemons are?" I was like "yer.. im serious." and like we were meant to copy down stuff from the board. and like i finished and was really bored and sallie and jacki havent so i drew this huge as fat cat with skinny legs and put it in a bikini and drew a dick on it and pointed an arrow to it and it said " SALLIE" . . I was like laughing silently. and then i showed jacki and she was like laughing her head off and then i showed sallie and she was like " marie, u bitch. ur evil*laughing*" and then me and jacki were like laughing our head off. and then mr parker wrote down more stuff and i had to write it after that i finished and i just kept laughing my head off but silently and jacki was still writing. and mr parker was like " Marie.*laughing*" and then jacki just laughed with me after that. haha it was hilarious. and then they were talking about lemons again. and then i was like " WTF are lemons? seriously." i was like laughing at them. and then I asked mr parker what lemons were because jacki kept talking about them.  i was like " mr parker, what are lemons? jacki and sallie keeps arguing about lemons." and he was like laughing at me . he was like " u dont need to know." and he just continued teaching. and jacki told me what they were . and my face just went pale and i was in shock. and mr parker saw my face he was like laughing at me... LOL. and jacki wrote at the back of sallie's book " Squeeze my lemon till the juices run down my leg, baby." cos it was the lyris of the song. and Sallie , JAcki and Mr Parker knew the song. so yer, and after class i was like " Mr Parker! I know what lemons are now! I'm disturbed by Jacki." and he kept laughing at me. It was just sick. Mr parker is like leaving next week. Sad.=(.. he is like a really cool teacher.&lt;br /&gt;aniway, i gtg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-6579732913758986439?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6579732913758986439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=6579732913758986439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6579732913758986439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6579732913758986439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/yer-hey-ppl.html' title='yer. hey ppl.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-906252792050228974</id><published>2008-10-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:40:47.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.</title><content type='html'>hey ppl. it was a really funny day at school today..  really it was.. first during sose. we were talking about WW1 and what haapened in Australia. and like mr parker(prac teacher) was like teaching us. and he was talking about shantytowns and like he accidentaly said " shit little shacks" and everyone just cracked out laughing. it was soooo hilarious. mr paker was laughing too. mr parker is a really cool teacher. yer,, moving on. all the girls went to get injections for cervical cancer. and like after i got it done i came back to class. and like they finished maths and there was spare time. and the teacher was like teaching drugs and i cam in and sat down. and they were just like talking about like magic mushrooms and ice and coccaine. and i was like" mister, what are yous talking about?" and he was like " im teaching them about drugs." i was like "is this maths?" and ever1 just started laughing. it was funny. especially in SOSE. hahahahah! "SHIT LIL' SHACKS!" that was funny. aniwaes,, cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-906252792050228974?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/906252792050228974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=906252792050228974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/906252792050228974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/906252792050228974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey.html' title='hey.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-3215421085300670710</id><published>2008-10-05T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:44:09.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SOh-M8mtXAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H3VdSK6YZQI/s1600-h/3523696427a8906333193l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253587726219697154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="262" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SOh-M8mtXAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H3VdSK6YZQI/s320/3523696427a8906333193l.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn. i'm so bored. this is like my 2nd post. haha. was just thinking about the last week of school on wed. it was funny. that was also a good day. during hosp. ms relf didnt come to school and then me , edina , jacki kept taking photos cos we had another teacher. and then the teacher was like " stop the photos girls." me and edina were like " blah blah blah..." ok.. so, it was a funny day. that was when we decided the mighty boosh characters for each of us. I was naboo , edina's vince, jacki's bollo and sallie was old greg. ha. it was funny. we just kept laughing for the whole session. muahaha. =] aniwaes,, i love my friends. =] yer, and on the last day ms relf was playing soccer and then me, edina , jacki were at one side of the oval(a field) just sitting and talkin and screamin and just being stupid. haha. and then i saw ms relf playing soccer i was like " hey guys! look at ms relf!" and thwn when they looked at her ms relf was like screaming cos the ball didnt go into the goal. it was fuckin hilarious. haha. =] here's one of the photos we took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-3215421085300670710?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3215421085300670710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=3215421085300670710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3215421085300670710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3215421085300670710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SOh-M8mtXAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H3VdSK6YZQI/s72-c/3523696427a8906333193l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-5160199102358618230</id><published>2008-09-27T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:28:33.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heys.</title><content type='html'>hey ppls. today's a saturday. cant believe 1 week of holidays gone. i miss term 3 it was d best! i'll never forget the last day. before i know it. 1 year has passed. how sad. i'll  be in yr 9 next yr. shit. hate it. im really bored now. had a boring week to.&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes. nothing much to talk about. so,, cyaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-5160199102358618230?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5160199102358618230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=5160199102358618230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5160199102358618230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/5160199102358618230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/09/heys_27.html' title='heys.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-8775860936098863360</id><published>2008-09-21T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:38:00.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>omg. its raining and i am so bored. yesterday was funny. sis hit me with a packet of nuts in the zip lock bag. and then i took it and it was upside down so the opening was faced downwards and then i swing the bag and all the nuts were all over the place. it was so funny. lol. omg. it like the 2nd day of holiday and i am so fuckin bored. cant wait to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;cyas.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-8775860936098863360?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8775860936098863360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=8775860936098863360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8775860936098863360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/8775860936098863360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4458491852658825168</id><published>2008-09-20T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:01:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey guys.</title><content type='html'>hey ppls. yesterday was the best day of my life. it was the last day of term 3 yesterday it was so fun. the whole term has been fun. it was so funny yesterday. for hospitallity we went on the oval. and then me , edina, jacki and sallie went to the corner of the oval and then started singin " I did a shit on your mum!" it was so funny. and then before that during break me,jacki,edina,sallie and katie were just sitting down. and then Mr Parker walked past and then Jacki was like "Hey Mr Parker! Do you love me?! are u playing your love games with me?!" Its off the mighty boosh . its not personal or anythink. LOL. it was so funny and embarrasing. jacki was like screaming it. haha. Mr Parker watches the mighty boosh too so he did know what we were talking about. haha. LOL. and then during last session. like the whole M2 block were like playing under the undercover area and they were like playing handball and like me,jacki,edina,sallie were sittin down at one end of the undercover area and then our other friends , beth and syara ,were sittin on the other end and then Beth was like screaming " Jacki! " Jacki was like " what?!" and then beth was like " Im OLD GREGG I've got a MANGINA!" and then Mr Parker was like playin handball with the students and then he was just laughing he could like hear us. and then Jacki was like " Hey BETH! Do you love me?!" Beth was like " Are you playing your love games with me?!" It was funny. haha. b4 hosp. Jacki and me and edina each of us were like "  I did a shit on your mum! I did a shit on your mum!" like we were singin it several times. and then Mr Polluck , the principal and some other teachers like heard us. each of us were like " OH SHIT!" .. haha&lt;br /&gt;LOL. it was like the best day ever! I'll never forget it. haha it was sallie's bday yesterday too! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SALLIE! .. haha. term3 was the best term ever. i loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4458491852658825168?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4458491852658825168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4458491852658825168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4458491852658825168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4458491852658825168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-guys.html' title='hey guys.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7955543885579256212</id><published>2008-08-29T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:51:32.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crapology.</title><content type='html'>heys whoever peeps is reading this. what a sucky week. it sucked hard. like , my groupdin do their scripts for english we are so fuckin' screwed for that one and then I said 'WHOREHOUSE' infront of Mr Parker just now. Fuck that was embarrassing. Mr Parker is a Prac teacher he'll be wit us for like 7 weeks. Ms Relf during sewing class was like ' You all better clean ths Brotthel(don noe how to spell the other word of whorehouse) up!' we were like : She just called this a whore house and then during english we were watching the simpsons and then we were meant to be with a partner to change the ending of the episode. like cos in the movie ned went to the mental hospital. and then we were meant to change that to our own story and then me and Sallie was like ' Ned got drunk.' I was like '  lets write down " Ned went to a bar had drinks ,got drunk and went to a whore house" ' and then we just cracked out laughing. LOL! and then when i said whore house Mr Parker was behind me I was like WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!! and then during 2nd break Jacki was having a sex talk and then Mr Polluck was behind us and she was like  WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY!" cos she does tt infront of teachers all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes,, gtg. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7955543885579256212?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7955543885579256212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7955543885579256212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7955543885579256212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7955543885579256212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/08/crapology.html' title='crapology.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-3543440759712758817</id><published>2008-08-22T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:32:48.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crap.</title><content type='html'>fuck. it was the crappiest day ever. im too lazy to write cos heaps of fuckin shit happened. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-3543440759712758817?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3543440759712758817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=3543440759712758817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3543440759712758817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3543440759712758817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/08/crap.html' title='crap.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4879117225742682105</id><published>2008-08-08T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:55:34.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heys.</title><content type='html'>heys,.. im 13.. hahas.. wed was my bdae. wasnt that interesting.. anywaess,, tell u smth.. shakia had an overdose in school just now.. she took kirsty's puffer and then i think she like puffed more than 20 puffs. aniwaes,, kirsty was really scared as shakia started shaking.. she was use to it anyay.. she like smokes man.. aniwaess,, it was fun in scchool.. almost lost my voice cos was sick.. aniwaes,, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4879117225742682105?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4879117225742682105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4879117225742682105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4879117225742682105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4879117225742682105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/08/heys.html' title='heys.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7314058698166717734</id><published>2008-08-03T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:44:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey..</title><content type='html'>hey ..  im sick .. was sick since saturday morning. din go to school today. haha. jacki told me somethink on thursday .. which is kinda  scary..ok here's the story .. on thursday afternoon afternoon when jacki, edina , katie, scarlett(one of d populars) and shakia were waiting at the bus stop for the 522 bus ,, scarlett was like showinq her ass to the ppl walkin' pass and dudes who were driving pass them.. she was showing her ass as in NAKED ASS. and then they were like " hey hottie! come here and kiss my ass!" and then the dude started running and started screaming " don't mess with me! I'll bash your heads in!" they all started running but no one got hurt.. scarlett's a smart girl.. saw her at orion on thurs night.. aniwaes,, hope she's alright. hehes.. ... ... ... im back to school tmr.. my birthday is on wednesday.. not excited or anythinq.. just gonna go to school , do homework and go through that day like its a normal day ya noe,, . its just gonna be another day thats full of bullshit. birthdays are just days when u just turn a year older . so, whats so special bout' it anyway? its not like you're life's gonna be perfect or anithinq.. its just another day thats full of bull shit only you're a year older. ha. aniwaes,, gtg.. cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7314058698166717734?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7314058698166717734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7314058698166717734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7314058698166717734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7314058698166717734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey.html' title='hey..'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-6989844321871370721</id><published>2008-08-01T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:13:14.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok.</title><content type='html'>heys ppl. bored right now.. listening to Iris by the goo goo dolls. sad song. haha.. tell u wat happen on tues , wed, thurs and fri in this blog okie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues : haha.. during assembly Mr Cav. was talkin bout balls as in foot balls , rugby balls and balls that are bigger than a tennis ball then say wat la say cannot bring to school cos will hurt ppl blah blah.. then at the end he say " if you ever bring a ball bigger than a tennis ball to school and play it , YOUR BALLS WILL BE CONFISCATED!" everyone in the assembly just burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed : NTh interestin happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs : also nth interestin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri(today) : Jacki was like " Stop being asian marie." I was like " then go tell my mum to fuck a white person then . " (( Jacki and Sallie just burst out laughing))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie,, tats it.. bored.. cyas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-6989844321871370721?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6989844321871370721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=6989844321871370721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6989844321871370721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6989844321871370721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok.html' title='ok.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-3816260228048475659</id><published>2008-07-26T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:33:28.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heys.</title><content type='html'>heys.. went to the city today.. went to the shops.. haha.. had heaps of fun.. din know where i was going.. just kept walkin' .. i felt really sad for this old man. he was like living on the streets.. i gave him 5 bucks. it was really sad. aniwaes,, had heaps of fun.. saw heaps of ppl. i saw my friend's bro and his girlfriend. haha. strange.. did hmw jus now.. that was shitty.. but overall had a fun day.. hahas.. tmrs  a sunday.. aniiwaes,, byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-3816260228048475659?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3816260228048475659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=3816260228048475659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3816260228048475659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3816260228048475659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/heys.html' title='heys.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-3533618136591304423</id><published>2008-07-20T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:47:49.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sian..</title><content type='html'>its so boring.just came back from goodna.. haha. parents friends come here.. so noisy. haha. damn.. there's school tmr. done hmw.. shit. im so sad. big brother is shutting down. thats sad man. haha. I kinda find it ridiculous though. thats abit dumb. haha. stupid john howard should be beheaded. haha. he told big brother to shut down before Kevin Rudd became prime minister. bloody cow. shortest blog eva! hahaha.. nth much to write.. its alright! I'll  get back to blogging 2 weeks from now.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----CYAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-3533618136591304423?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3533618136591304423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=3533618136591304423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3533618136591304423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/3533618136591304423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sian.html' title='sian..'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4369871891601438493</id><published>2008-07-18T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:57:43.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha.</title><content type='html'>hellos.. today was another shitty day.. i went to school with this massive headache. reached school , talked with Edina and Katie. haha. went to ppl and said '' u're a Fuckin' Donkey" and then we go " JOKES!" haha.. hilarious.ans then Brendan was like ''I like Pie" I was like" What a PIE EATING KILJOY!" and then he kept bothering me the whole fuckin day with " I like PIE!" I was like " Brendan, U better shut the fuck up or I'll shuv one up u're face one day. Loser." and then Latrell was like " aww... dude. u got burrrrrnt". aniwaes.. today was boring. during sewing class.. I did a tye-dye. haha. stupid. The teacher reminded me of Mrs James. That fuckin old hag. Hope she dies tmr. aniwaes,, saw heaps of weird stuff. . . . haha .. during art it was so hilarious. Tran and Brendan were talkin bout' Dildos and then Brendan was like '' I have a dildo!"and then he wrote on a piece of paper 'and it vibrates'. and he like showed the whole table. and I was telling someone else bout it. and then I was like ' Brendan has a dildo' and then the whole class went quiet and then when it was quiet I was like ' AND IT VIBRATES!'  and everyone could hear. and then the teacher looked at me i was like ''SORRY MISS!"haha.. and then we saw this art teacher she had this dragon tatoo on her shoulder and then the whole table was like talkin' bout' it. and then Stephanie was like ' My dad has a dragon tatoo on his back' and then Sallie was like 'My mom has a redback spider on her back' and then Brendan was like ' I have skin!' and the whole class just started laughing.haiz.. it was so funny. haha. and then during 2nd break this group of dudes were like walking past us and one of the dude put his arm around the other dude and the dud that put his hand around the dude was like ''Baby, I love u!!!!!" haha. it was so gay.. haha.. My art tittle page is soooooooooo gay. I suck at art. Im so gay at art man.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4369871891601438493?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4369871891601438493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4369871891601438493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4369871891601438493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4369871891601438493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha_18.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-6285741880626428404</id><published>2008-07-16T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T03:03:34.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fck</title><content type='html'>hellos.. haha. today was a shitty day. stupid rain. then Brendan , Hayden, Jesse and Stephanie and other ppl keep playing in the rain then they all kick water here and there. then after that edina, katie,sam and me were sittin' outside the classroom just chatting bout' stuff.. and then hayden ran behind edina and jesse had this plastic bag filled with water and then jesse poured it on hayden. so stupid. then splash on us and then we all so pissy especially edina. fuckin retards. go fuckin play somewhere else. Pussydicks! I'll bloody chop your head off. Edina's bag was soaking. fuck. my shirt had splashes of water at the bag. bloody idiots. anyways, there was this new chick that came to class today. her name's Shakia. pretty annoying actually. me and Angel were like walkin' to the bus stop and Angel suddenly talked bout' her and Angel was like '' She's annoying. It's just her first day and I find her annoying, she talks too much. She should like shut up til like day 3 or somethink but now i find her pretty annoying.'' haha. and then during textiles(sewing class) she sat with our group and she was like ''I'm spanish.'' and then .. .. YEah I REMEMBER! while me and angel were walkin home i remembered Angel was like '' What a liar."oh k , so. Shakia sat with us. and then the teacher was talkin IN ENGLISH but talkin really fast , and then Shakia was like " Speak english dude!". like, WTF man ... its the teacher dude. . . and then during art she sat next to me and katie, and then Amy asked her '' so shakia, what stuff do u like" Shakia was like "I like dead stuff". and then Amy was lookin at her weirdly. yeah, and during art Shakia was like ' Marie, can i share borrow some of your colour pencils?' I was like ' Yeah, go for it!' and then at the end of the class she also din return. Fuck. gtg. cyas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-6285741880626428404?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6285741880626428404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=6285741880626428404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6285741880626428404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/6285741880626428404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/fck.html' title='fck'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4810028478374377692</id><published>2008-07-15T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:50:00.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>hellos.. today was pretty random. did random stuff today at school. first in the morning we had art after that we had recess and then after that we had assembly and then SOSE and then break and then maths and then we went home. omg. when we were getting our books from resource hire the whole class was sittin' outside and then we were waitin' for another class to come out from the room and then Tran,Sallie,Kirsty,Samantha and me just randomly talked about lesbos,gaybos and bys. and then Tran was by. She seriously is by. and then the teacher was like walkin' up and down takin' care of the class and then Tran was talkin about ppl she went out with and Tran was like ' I've went out with a girl' and then ms was listenin' and ms just stared at her weirdly. Tran was like ' Hey Miss!'*lookin embarrased* haha. hilarious. during break it was really funny. Latrell(class clown) was like 'Sofa King' he said it and it sounded like 'So Fucking.' haha.. Last period-- Hated IT-- we all got pissy at each other. haha. fuck. need to draw freakin circles for art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4810028478374377692?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4810028478374377692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4810028478374377692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4810028478374377692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4810028478374377692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-4529091821491931597</id><published>2008-07-13T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:37:33.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>fuck. schools gonna start on tues. fuck. so much for an enjoyable 2 week holiday. fuck&lt;br /&gt;school. shit. whoever made school is a big dykey loser. i reckon term 3 is gonna be the worst term for this whole year. fuck. term 2 was d best man.. like , we had D&amp;amp;T for one whole f-ing term man for our specialist lesson. term 3 we're gonna have art and home ec. fuck home ec its boring. aniwaes, the 2 weeks of holidays were kinda fun in some ways. Like, haha.. staying up til 4 in the morning.. doing nth and being stupid. haha. sis came  and she almost set the house on fire tat was fuckin funny. she was frying fries and then the oil was really really hot and then the fries were just out of the freezer and then she just put it in and then it started sizzling really lound and next thang we know there was the huge flame that was like about 1metre high hahaha.. i just kept laughinq my ass off.. Yay! for state of origin queensland won!yay! so happy! 3 yrs in a row. aniwaes, im gonna miss edina .. =( .. shes goin to europe for 1 and a half months.. that is so sad.. hope she comes back soon!! gonna miss her .. she is a great friend.. aniiwaes, feeling really depressed cos school holidays are finishing and then Big Brother is fnishing soon next week. hope Rory wins. damn. nth much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;----fuck. i hate school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-4529091821491931597?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/4529091821491931597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=4529091821491931597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4529091821491931597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/4529091821491931597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207015410101167911.post-7737277505879935915</id><published>2008-06-07T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T03:19:04.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi!</title><content type='html'>Hi! its so boring. haha. My life is stupid. haha. there was a dead bird outside the auditorium yesterday it was so disgusting. then this dude didnt see it and then he walked over it. it was so disgusting. haha. I had fun yesterday actually.. I kept laughing the whole day yesterday.. for some reason i wasnt scared when i was doing my oral for english yesterday and i have no idea why. yeah,, I ripped jacki's arm off yesterday. she was like'wat the fuck marie!' I was like ' u ripped my arm off the other time now it my turn to rip yours. bitch!' haha. I got a C for dance man.. I dont give a shit about dance. ITS STUPID! the teacher is a cow. hate her. she is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;haha. I am seriously bored. It is seriously boring. Im gonna die of boredom. This is bullshit stayin at home. its crap.=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207015410101167911-7737277505879935915?l=her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7737277505879935915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4207015410101167911&amp;postID=7737277505879935915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7737277505879935915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207015410101167911/posts/default/7737277505879935915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-freaking-life-stories.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title='hi!'/><author><name>f-ed up life.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05102094930513311761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vbrIc3p-HN4/SV7ohrDj3AI/AAAAAAAAABM/tFJIOP1DgKY/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
