<?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-5890930</id><updated>2011-08-05T15:05:45.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cool to take these chances, it's cool to fake romances...</title><subtitle type='html'>"...When he dies,take him out and cut him out in little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>488</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110640340235414294</id><published>2005-01-22T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T09:16:42.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am. After like 3 weeks of not posting, and months of not posting anything worthwhile.The time has come.I knew I'd be done with this thing someday, but in the days where I really needed an outlet, I couldn't imagine ever losing it. And now, well, I just don't feel any interest in A) Typing up my life hours after I've lived it every day or B) Having everyone read it. It was fun and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110640340235414294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110640340235414294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110640340235414294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110640340235414294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110493415182272099</id><published>2005-01-05T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T09:09:11.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is so close it's scary. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110493415182272099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110493415182272099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110493415182272099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110493415182272099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-so-close-its-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110462377419575245</id><published>2005-01-01T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:56:14.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdowntoStars: im toughEdHeadIsDedHead: mayb u should wrestleCountdowntoStars: ill take you down, bitchEdHeadIsDedHead: me?EdHeadIsDedHead: all 6-3 of meCountdowntoStars: all 6'3 of youEdHeadIsDedHead: ur onCountdowntoStars: this is warCountdowntoStars: goin DOWNCountdowntoStars: ..friday.EdHeadIsDedHead: friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1CountdowntoStars: oh yeah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110462377419575245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110462377419575245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110462377419575245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110462377419575245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2005/01/countdowntostars-im-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110442868838880104</id><published>2004-12-30T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T12:44:48.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: Hmm is not an answer.Simno Iamsi: i dont think its an answerSimno Iamsi: bitch :-PCountdowntoStars: whoreSimno Iamsi: pensi monkeySimno Iamsi: *penisCountdowntoStars: pensi, eh&gt;Simno Iamsi: its like pepsi, only better ;-0Simno Iamsi: ;-)CountdowntoStars: my dad was like penis monkey?Simno Iamsi: lolSimno Iamsi: your dad reads what i type. it ammuses me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110442868838880104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110442868838880104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110442868838880104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110442868838880104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/countdowntostars-hmm-is-not-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110399775911738023</id><published>2004-12-25T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T13:02:39.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I hate christmas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110399775911738023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110399775911738023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110399775911738023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110399775911738023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110347857173193826</id><published>2004-12-19T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T12:54:08.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's so tired of this.The kind of lipstick smeared off the corner of your mouth;Stale taste of cigarettes and alcoholLeft over from someone you never lovedTired.He's so sick of this tiptoeing life,Monotony creeping up like cancer.Dirty secrets weighing him down likeMarbles in shallow pockets.And she couldn't be more in love.He's gridlocked.Backed into a cold corner withNo exit in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110347857173193826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110347857173193826' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110298093046589807</id><published>2004-12-13T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:19:51.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is complete now that I've talked to the creator of Mall Monkeys.My life is even more complete with the knowledge that he's awesome.CountdowntoStars: I just got the MM CD, and I wanted to tell you that I love it. thanks so much for making itDuhreetoh: haha, awesome!Duhreetoh: thanks!CountdowntoStars: I'm sure you get this all the time, but I just wanted to tell you myselfDuhreetoh: &lt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110298093046589807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Rachel is a Human-Sized Moth that spins Vast Webs, shoots Laser Beams, carries a Ray Gun, has Acid for Blood, and eats Nuclear Waste.Strength: 4 Agility: 7 Intelligence: 5To see if your Giant Battle Monster candefeat Rachel, enter your name and choose an attack: fights Rachel using  Strength Agility Intelligence</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110297993086927731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110297993086927731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110297993086927731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110297993086927731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/rachel-is-human-sized-moth-that-spins.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110296100993167613</id><published>2004-12-13T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:03:29.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "'Hooking up' was a term known in the year 2000 to almost every american child over the age of nine, but to only a relatively small percentage of their parents, who, even if they heard it, thought it was used in the old sense of "meeting" someone...Back in the twentieth century, American girls had used baseball terminology.'First base' referred to embracing and kissing; 'second base' referred to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110296100993167613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110296100993167613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110296100993167613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110296100993167613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/hooking-up-was-term-known-in-year-2000.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110288396218367925</id><published>2004-12-12T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:39:22.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simno Iamsi: ya know, i think that cows should officially be worshiped as gods againSimno Iamsi: cause that would be hotCountdowntoStars: hahCountdowntoStars: they are in my houseSimno Iamsi: really?CountdowntoStars: my mom LOVES cowsCountdowntoStars: and it kind of rubbed off on meSimno Iamsi: mee-yow. mother and daughter share a fetish or two ;-)CountdowntoStars: not to mention i love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110288396218367925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110288396218367925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110288396218367925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110288396218367925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/simno-iamsi-ya-know-i-think-that-cows.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110237934136062911</id><published>2004-12-06T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T19:29:01.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdowntoStars: the delivery guy at frank's looks like a mix of george bush and you.CountdowntoStars: when i first saw him i was like holy shit thats weird.Simno Iamsi: lolSimno Iamsi: yea, hes probably from that one time i had sex with georgyCountdowntoStars: hahahCountdowntoStars: the illegitimate bastard son of george w. is my pizza delivery guy.Simno Iamsi: its pretty hot like that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110237934136062911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110237934136062911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110237934136062911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110237934136062911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/countdowntostars-delivery-guy-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110227923633883354</id><published>2004-12-05T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T15:41:02.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brand New is writing your life story! clever andinsightful, but missing something...like love.don't worry, you'll get over him or hereventually.Which Band Is Writing Your Life's Story?brought to you by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110227923633883354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110227923633883354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110227923633883354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110227923633883354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/brand-new-is-writing-your-life-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110218060709991749</id><published>2004-12-04T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:16:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your granddad left home for the circusHe was young just like me, with hope to exploreHe married a girl in VirginiaShe could swing the trapeze, they could sleep on the floorYour mother was born in DecemberOn the one sunny dayThat winter gave upWith warm summer eyesThat flickered like firefliesAnd she stared at the worldSo why do you leave these stories unfinished?My cheshire cat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110218060709991749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110218060709991749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110218060709991749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110218060709991749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/your-granddad-left-home-for-circus-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110212545911924492</id><published>2004-12-03T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T20:57:39.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Underoath--Giving Up Hurts The Mostangels mourn crying, praying for your  soulas my eyes open from their state of sleep i feel my bloodturn into a  frozen rivernightmares so close death was in the airmy heart locked  shut, and i gave you the keypromise never to leaveas lies hold me  emptiness fills my broken heartscreaming your name hoping for a  response, silence summerdrowned by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110212545911924492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110212545911924492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110212545911924492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110212545911924492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/underoath-giving-up-hurts-most-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110210390912916806</id><published>2004-12-03T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T14:58:29.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever have one of those moments that make great stories, and you tell to your friends and you all have a good laugh, but while it was happening it was the most awful thing ever?Yeah. I just had one of those.So I come home from school, and my brother's old car is on my lawn. Nick and Mike walk onto the lawn wiht me, but I hop in the car and lock 'em out, all the while pushing lots of buttons. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110210390912916806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110210390912916806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110210390912916806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110210390912916806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/ever-have-one-of-those-moments-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110193828907024247</id><published>2004-12-01T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:58:09.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should probably update this.I had a fun vacation...Saturday was the party, and the limo was cool at first, but after awhile it got too cramped and I had to pee really bad. Jenn and I passed notes so my mom, her boyfriend, and two other people we were with wouldnt know we were talking about them =P I know, we're so middle school.So we got to the party, and we ate and drank and were merry. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110193828907024247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110193828907024247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110193828907024247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110193828907024247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-should-probably-update-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110193758789126233</id><published>2004-12-01T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:46:27.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110193758789126233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110193758789126233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110193758789126233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110193758789126233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/12/following-is-actual-question-given-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110167339510120969</id><published>2004-11-28T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T15:23:15.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(the life of the party)(limos are hot shit)(senile people are fun)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110167339510120969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110167339510120969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110167339510120969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110167339510120969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-of-party-limos-are-hot-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110152952606586553</id><published>2004-11-26T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T23:26:57.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a GREAT night =DOk so I went to the show at the Tuscan alone, cuz Jenn said she couldn't go. But she did, so I hung out with her for a little there. Saw Andrew, but he was with his *coughwhores* haha Kels so I didn't talk to him too much. Saw Shannon and Chris, and Dayna and Michaela, and The Revival was pretty good and I didn't hear too much of Amethyst. Kelsey and I went to Cafe and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110152952606586553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110152952606586553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110152952606586553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110152952606586553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-great-night-d-ok-so-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110148311208618389</id><published>2004-11-26T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:31:52.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Thanksgiving was fun, I went to Lauren's house and we ate $50 cake and watched Jurassic park.HARRRR!Show at the Tuscan tonight, Amethyst, The Revival and some band called the Human Spill. Robby asked me to go, so I'm going with Jenn.PARTY TOMORROW =D!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110148311208618389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110148311208618389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110148311208618389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110148311208618389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-thanksgiving-was-fun-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110135660689361679</id><published>2004-11-24T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:47:48.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hja415: im sorry but i just went to brush my teeth and when i came back my computer had logged me onto aim all by itselfCountdowntoStars: awCountdowntoStars: bye harryhja415: i must go to bed now rachelCountdowntoStars: i miss you:-(CountdowntoStars: haha then go to bed now harry.hja415: i miss you toohja415: good nightCountdowntoStars: hes so oddSajax12: hehe yeaSajax12: its part of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110135660689361679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110135660689361679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110135660689361679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110135660689361679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/hja415-im-sorry-but-i-just-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110133051012660729</id><published>2004-11-24T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T16:08:30.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bloodninja: Wanna cyber?DirtyKate: OK, but don't tell anybody ;-)DirtyKate: Who are you?bloodninja: I've got blond hair, blue eyes, I work out a lotbloodninja: And I have a part time job delivering for Papa John's in my Geo Storm.DirtyKate: You sound sexy.. I bet you want me in the back of your car.. bloodninja: Maybe some other time. You should call up Papa John's and make an order</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110133051012660729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110133051012660729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110133051012660729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110133051012660729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/bloodninja-wanna-cyber-dirtykate-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110133022584408741</id><published>2004-11-24T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T16:03:45.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.funwithsex.orgit's not dirty, and it's one of the funniest things I've read in a long time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110133022584408741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110133022584408741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110133022584408741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110133022584408741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110125583139390527</id><published>2004-11-23T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:23:51.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gary and Samantha are happily married, and have been for fifty years. They live in a small suburb of Boston, in a wooden two-storey New England house under the shade of a large sycamore tree - just one of many such trees on their street. Their children, Dan and Ashley, both graduated from college and have great jobs in creative fields, doing amazing things and earning lots of money. They are both</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110125583139390527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110125583139390527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110125583139390527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110125583139390527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/gary-and-samantha-are-happily-married_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110125547280304660</id><published>2004-11-23T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T19:17:52.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He is the kind of man who uses words like discombobulated in everyday conversation, in the mistaken belief that it makes him sound smart.She is the kind of woman who smiles politely when people cross her, safe in the knowledge that God will eventually hold them responsible for stealing her parking spot at the mall.He is the kind of man who likes to watch pornography in faceless hotels while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110125547280304660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110125547280304660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110125547280304660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110125547280304660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/he-is-kind-of-man-who-uses-words-like_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110125387463260284</id><published>2004-11-23T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:51:14.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simno Iamsi: not caring about things was a lot simplerCountdowntoStars: but caring about things is a nicer feeling.CountdowntoStars: you get zero satisfaction and good feelings out of life when you don't care. it may not be faster, but it's better.you're not supposed to take shortcuts in life, simon.take the long road, and you'll get there much safer, and you won't regret it.CountdowntoStars: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110125387463260284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110125387463260284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110125387463260284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110125387463260284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/simno-iamsi-not-caring-about-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110108878903383620</id><published>2004-11-21T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T20:59:49.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>runabeat253(5:46:52): whta do u think?Box of BIG CheeZ(5:46:57): i dont knowrunabeat253(5:47:10): shouldn't you know something ilke that?Box of BIG CheeZ(5:47:17): haha why should iBox of BIG CheeZ(5:47:22): how could irunabeat253(5:47:28): because i am telling you to do soBox of BIG CheeZ(5:47:42): your telling me to know somethingBox of BIG CheeZ(5:47:44): alrightBox of BIG CheeZ(5:47:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110108878903383620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110108878903383620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110108878903383620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110108878903383620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/runabeat25354652-whta-do-u-think-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110108607365607361</id><published>2004-11-21T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T20:14:33.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the play last night wasn't nearly as good as friday, but it was still fun. I'll definately miss it.My contact fell out and i couldn't get it back in, so the entire awarding scene i was holding it in my hand and licking it lol. then it ripped, so i just threw it onstage. and instead of "The pig only cost six dollars" Jon said, "A pig only lasts six days." And Dana had a little mishap.haha, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110108607365607361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110108607365607361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110108607365607361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110108607365607361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-play-last-night-wasnt-nearly-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110106015630986684</id><published>2004-11-21T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T13:02:36.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CW rocked. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110106015630986684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110106015630986684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110106015630986684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110106015630986684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/cw-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110097223066340169</id><published>2004-11-20T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:37:10.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110097223066340169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110097223066340169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110097223066340169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110097223066340169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110097209298438297</id><published>2004-11-20T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:34:52.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theater Hopper rocks. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110097209298438297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110097209298438297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110097209298438297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110097209298438297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/theater-hopper-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110096649997088764</id><published>2004-11-20T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T11:01:39.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me and my bestest friend Jenn after the show =) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110096649997088764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110096649997088764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096649997088764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096649997088764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-and-my-bestest-friend-jenn-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110096610461055170</id><published>2004-11-20T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T10:55:04.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I warned you Avery!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110096610461055170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110096610461055170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096610461055170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096610461055170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096606524669024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096606524669024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/fern-and-wilbur.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110096599331280019</id><published>2004-11-20T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T10:53:13.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kiowa as Charlotte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110096522051731924</id><published>2004-11-20T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T10:40:20.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow wow wow. Last night was so amazing. I was so incredibly nervous, but it went really well. The first time I run across the stage to Wilbur, I kind of knocked into Chris, and then when i was talking to Emily and Jason, I kind of just spat out a little because I was trying to stifle a laugh. But I don't think anyone really noticed (I hope). It was just soooo much fun. Afterwards, we got to sign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110096522051731924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110096522051731924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096522051731924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110096522051731924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow-wow-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110082398535658085</id><published>2004-11-18T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:26:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was fun, post got deleted. Long rehearsel, then me, Dexter and Heather went to Burger King and gossiped. I fought with hailey backstage and I was upset, but then everyone told me that she's a bitch and I realized it was true and stopped caring. God, you look like a gorilla, don't think so goddamn highly of yourself.Ugh, I got sick today, but dealt with it and was fine by showtime.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110082398535658085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110082398535658085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110082398535658085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110082398535658085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday-was-fun-post-got-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110065750728913314</id><published>2004-11-16T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:11:47.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johnna and Mike ♥ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110065750728913314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110065750728913314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065750728913314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065750728913314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/johnna-and-mike.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110065611124859605</id><published>2004-11-16T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:48:31.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no pony: um hi somebody said you were jesus but better O.OWing0fScarlet: what lolThere is no pony: ^^; is it trueWing0fScarlet: whats O.OCountdowntoStars: dont do those thingies ^^; haha hes emo he doesnt understand There is no pony: well ^^;?Wing0fScarlet: no im not jesusThere is no pony: are you better?Wing0fScarlet: nahBox of BIG CheeZ: haha hes lyingWing0fScarlet: who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110065611124859605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110065611124859605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065611124859605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065611124859605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/there-is-no-pony-um-hi-somebody-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110065423005504125</id><published>2004-11-16T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:17:10.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://magic-cone.com/animation1.htmPAPER PENIS!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110065423005504125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110065423005504125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065423005504125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065423005504125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/httpmagic-cone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110065405417323972</id><published>2004-11-16T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:14:14.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mwahaha I have Brendan Crone's sweatshirt bitch.He better give me my jacket back tomorrow :-/Musicians are weird.Charlotte's web on friday. be there or be square kids.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110065405417323972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110065405417323972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065405417323972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110065405417323972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/mwahaha-i-have-brendan-crones.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110057071396904762</id><published>2004-11-15T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:05:13.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Go into your Blog's archives.2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions."If you think its about you, it is."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110057071396904762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110057071396904762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110057071396904762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110057071396904762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110040636492261454</id><published>2004-11-13T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:26:04.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw in your bedroomThe drawers had been emptiedLooking for answersBut you won't admit it nowYou don't need a reasonThat's what you tell meBut I still don't buy itDrink yourself sillyNight after nightIt makes me feel so goodTo always tell you when you're wrongThe big man that I amTo always have to put you downPut you downThen there's your girlfriendShe opens her legs andGives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110040636492261454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110040636492261454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110040636492261454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110040636492261454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-saw-in-your-bedroom-drawers-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110023003554924129</id><published>2004-11-11T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:27:15.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Auto response from CountdownToStars: Mall and Alfie :-D&lt;33333 Jude law.Mean Ass Shaun: Pft.Mean Ass Shaun: Jude LawMean Ass Shaun: Jude Law- Schmude Law.Mean Ass Shaun: His eyes look like they're going to pop of out his head if you squeeze his neck too hard.Mean Ass Shaun: And what's with the spit curl?  This isn't the 1960's, Jude.Mean Ass Shaun: My god I want to blow him.Mean Ass Shaun</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110023003554924129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110023003554924129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110023003554924129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110023003554924129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/auto-response-from-countdowntostars.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110014453226670597</id><published>2004-11-10T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:42:12.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today was ok I guess. Not much to tell, Jon thinks he's gonna die because he has a heart block, but we know he'll be ok :)Rehearsel was interesting. Chris has the "magic touch" and kept poking all the girls in the boobs with Avery's stick. "drama club initiation." lolOhhh man tonight was fun. Well, after rehearsel till like six, we went to Cornwall to see their show. On the bus I sat with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110014453226670597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110014453226670597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110014453226670597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110014453226670597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-today-was-ok-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-110004042524367974</id><published>2004-11-09T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:36:41.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME =DSimno Iamsi: oh yea. i need to remember to not wish you a happy birthday, dont i? :-PSimno Iamsi: happy birthday rachelSimno Iamsi: welcome to being 16CountdownToStars: thank you, simon.CountdownToStars: hahahahaSimno Iamsi: shit, it is 16, right?CountdownToStars: lol you fail.Simno Iamsi: lol, damnitSimno Iamsi: happy 16 (minus one)th birthday then :-PYay, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/110004042524367974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=110004042524367974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110004042524367974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/110004042524367974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-to-me-d-simno-iamsi-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109985175537267150</id><published>2004-11-07T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T13:22:35.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30 THINGS GUYS SHOULD KNOW ABOUT GIRLS: written by a guy. after years of experience.1.Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house...they run around in their underwear just like we do.2. DON'T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mud.3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109985175537267150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109985175537267150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109985175537267150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109985175537267150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/30-things-guys-should-know-about-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109979039967083497</id><published>2004-11-06T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:19:59.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, formal was pretty fun. It sucked at first, but I had fun with Johnna and Kelsey and our little Lick Lick Drops lol...I was kerrazzy by the end of the night =DThis girl Krissy, John Ellis' girlfriend, got really drunk and was throwing up and had to leave and I heard the cops came cuz some other kids were drunk..like Ryan Starks. I asked him if he was drunk and he was like "I'm a..hund..dred </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109979039967083497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109979039967083497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109979039967083497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109979039967083497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow-formal-was-pretty-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109941013064876605</id><published>2004-11-02T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:42:10.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He is the kind of man who uses words like discombobulated in everyday conversation, in the mistaken belief that it makes him sound smart.She is the kind of woman who smiles politely when people cross her, safe in the knowledge that God will eventually hold them responsible for stealing her parking spot at the mall.He is the kind of man who likes to watch pornography in faceless hotels while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109941013064876605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109941013064876605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109941013064876605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109941013064876605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/he-is-kind-of-man-who-uses-words-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109940894193553331</id><published>2004-11-02T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:22:21.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gary and Samantha are happily married, and have been for fifty years. They live in a small suburb of Boston, in a wooden two-storey New England house under the shade of a large sycamore tree - just one of many such trees on their street. Their children, Dan and Ashley, both graduated from college and have great jobs in creative fields, doing amazing things and earning lots of money. They are both</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109940894193553331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109940894193553331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109940894193553331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109940894193553331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/11/gary-and-samantha-are-happily-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109924870851877301</id><published>2004-10-31T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:51:48.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG i forgot to tell everyone about Dr. Doom.He's my new best friend.He was at Justin's party last night, and he had this cage mask over his face and a cape on and didn't break character until a littlun came downstairs and said "DAN your dad's here to pick you up!"If I could take Dr. Doom home I would never be bored.Dr. Doom: *angry scratchy voice* I hate society. I OWN you all! I OWN </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109924870851877301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109924870851877301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109924870851877301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109924870851877301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/omg-i-forgot-to-tell-everyone-about-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109924768371286162</id><published>2004-10-31T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:34:43.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime someone has talked to me about how I shouldn't be agnostic, it has just made me delve deeper into the idea of  God being nonexistant. Yet I was at the temple 90 minutes early (long story) and talked to a teacher of mine from last year, and she was telling me all about when she was a kid. And how she had this really shitty childhood and she wanted to kill herself, and that she was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109924768371286162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109924768371286162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109924768371286162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109924768371286162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/everytime-someone-has-talked-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109883204372943768</id><published>2004-10-26T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:07:23.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was sucky. But earth science was funny as shit.So John Sala calls Christian a moron.  And i go, "John, you have NO RIGHT to call ANYONE a moron. Thats the most hypocritical thing I've heard all year. And he goes, "well..um.. why dont you go stab someone?". And so I laugh and go, "Well maybe I  will. You better watch out john!"Everyone was laughing, it was so great. This kid is so stupid, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109883204372943768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109883204372943768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109883204372943768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109883204372943768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109882361450803346</id><published>2004-10-26T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:46:54.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: i hate everyone.CountdownToStars: and i hate school.CountdownToStars: and i hate myself.Mean Ass Shaun: LOL Wow.Mean Ass Shaun: That's a lot of hate for one little Jew.Mean Ass Shaun: You could be 'How the Littlest Jew Came to Hate the WHOLE WORLD!!'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109882361450803346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109882361450803346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109882361450803346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109882361450803346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/countdowntostars-i-hate-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109866105986381879</id><published>2004-10-24T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:37:39.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's recap the weekend.Friday night-I was in such a rush to leave to go to my dad's house I put on two totally different sneakers. I had to deal with it all weekend.Saturday-Had to volunteer with OnDec in Brooklyn with my dad. That was a lot of fun, actually. We had to install computers into middle school kids' homes that couldn't afford it. The first house we went to, the Mexican guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109866105986381879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109866105986381879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109866105986381879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109866105986381879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/lets-recap-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109838391353747306</id><published>2004-10-21T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:38:33.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, for a day that started out as bad as today did, it definately turned out good.I wouldn't wake up, so my mom threatened to not let me go to NYSTEA. So i got dressed like five minutes before the bus pulled up.In spanish, I was telling Megan my birthday was in 19 days, and she was like oh, my birthday is today. I hate it when people do that. SO i made her a card of the spot and Barquero sang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109838391353747306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109838391353747306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109838391353747306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109838391353747306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-for-day-that-started-out-as-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109829816512799373</id><published>2004-10-20T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:49:25.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny story:So last saturday, I was upset because I thought my mom and her boyfriend were shackin up when I was trying to sleep, so I talked to Cat and Rach and they told me to just blast music...which I did. And i was grossed out and upset and tired because it was past midnight, and I finally go to sleep at around 12:30. Happens again the next morning. After (unsuccessfully) trying to ignore my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109829816512799373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109829816512799373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109829816512799373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109829816512799373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/funny-story-so-last-saturday-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109822518837159270</id><published>2004-10-19T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:33:08.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty sweet day. After sleeping in the nurse with cramps, I had an awesome gym class and got knocked down three times =D But it was fun. Hmm...rehearsal was pretty fun, we mostly just hung out backstage waiting for the extras to get into County Fair mode.I met Tom's girlfriend after school, this is what I have to say about her:CountdownToStars: so i was backstage, and she was backstage for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109822518837159270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109822518837159270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109822518837159270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109822518837159270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/pretty-sweet-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109798577812126957</id><published>2004-10-17T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:02:58.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: i have a sweater on and iim shakingCountdownToStars: omg, why am i shaking so badQTpi5942: well maybe thats bc they r shaking the houseim gonna freakin kill my mother. Brings her boyfriend home and has sex on MY saturday. Bitch.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109798577812126957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109798577812126957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109798577812126957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109798577812126957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/countdowntostars-i-have-sweater-on-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109786792348242612</id><published>2004-10-15T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:18:43.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Simon's LJ (his family is so cool.):Something deep and intriguingly theological my mom said:Hell is sitting at a gigantic table in front of a delicious feast just for you, but the forks and spoons are far too long to use effectively, so everyone just keeps trying to eat, but never succeed. Heaven is the exact same situation, only the people are using the overly long silverware to help each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109786792348242612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109786792348242612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109786792348242612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109786792348242612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-simons-lj-his-family-is-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109780161180716623</id><published>2004-10-14T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:53:31.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My eyes are freakin killing me. Stupid contacts.We went off book today for the first time..we did pretty well. I kept missing my cues because everyone backstage cracks me up. It's when you take two fingers and put it in your...lol so yeah, the play is a blast.Lately I kinda feel like I've been hanging out more with my new friends and sort of ignoring the old ones a bit...but..I have more fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109780161180716623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109780161180716623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109780161180716623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109780161180716623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-eyes-are-freakin-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109760849814489343</id><published>2004-10-12T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:45:48.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You kids have all heard of Ebonics, right? Imagine a college class full of preppy white kids during the 90's while an equally preppy white teacher translates words such as "dawg" and "fo shizzle mah nizzle." Sad, isn't it?Well now, I bring you: EMO-nics! The translation ( and mostly just making fun of) (bad) emo lyrics! *Edit*- if you have anything to say about the lyrics, just IM me (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109760849814489343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109760849814489343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109760849814489343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109760849814489343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-kids-have-all-heard-of-ebonics.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109745245244518617</id><published>2004-10-10T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T19:54:12.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simno Iamsi: haha! my mom just indirrectly condoned sex with radishes!!!Simno Iamsi: isnt it wonderful?Simno Iamsi: sex with radishes!!CountdownToStars: lolCountdownToStars: ill..have to try that..Simno Iamsi: cause you obviously havnt already.... :-PCountdownToStars: of..of course not..why woudl you think such a thing!!?Simno Iamsi: frankly, i dontCountdownToStars: im hungry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109745245244518617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109745245244518617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109745245244518617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109745245244518617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/simno-iamsi-haha-my-mom-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109743733961980704</id><published>2004-10-10T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T15:42:19.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Simon's LJ (lol I love this kid):Also school related: Math is boring, so I'm continuing to teach myself calculus. It's fun and surprisingly sense-making. I mentioned limits in class the other day and they all looked at me confusedly and there were at least three perfectly synchroized "What!?"s. It was beautiful. The only downfall of my physics class is that it fails to incorperate enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109743733961980704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109743733961980704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109743733961980704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109743733961980704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-simons-lj-lol-i-love-this-kid_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109741310671635188</id><published>2004-10-10T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T09:00:14.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Took this from Nick's blog and really liked it.)Take this quiz:1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer prize.5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for bestactor and actress.6. Name the last decade's worth of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109741310671635188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109741310671635188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109741310671635188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109741310671635188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/took-this-from-nicks-blog-and-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109734634380288111</id><published>2004-10-09T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T14:25:43.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simon's 17 tomorrow, and he told me his sister was going to make him a collage of paper and maccaroni, and i was like i would love that! its the thought that counts.Simno Iamsi: see, this is why i claim that i only want your love for my birthday. too bad you never listen :-PI know I don't listen, that's why I got him a MOSES ACTION FIGURE.haha....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109734634380288111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109734634380288111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109734634380288111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109734634380288111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/simons-17-tomorrow-and-he-told-me-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109718578203024996</id><published>2004-10-07T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T17:49:42.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.Tired.Rehearsal felt so. long.We broke the trough, but I got to throw the freshman into it =DUm....CHARLOTTES WEB ON NOV 19 AND 20TH BITCHES.Be there or be square, homie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109718578203024996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109718578203024996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109718578203024996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109718578203024996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109709849867316421</id><published>2004-10-06T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T17:34:58.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, and happy one year anniversary to my blog. Yay!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109709849867316421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109709849867316421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109709849867316421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109709849867316421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-yeah-and-happy-one-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109709788846555857</id><published>2004-10-06T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T17:24:48.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, Rehearsal till really late, but it was lots of fun.Me, Jason L and Emily T just hung out backstage making X-rated CW jokes and turning the show into a musical...suppertime suppertime suppertime SUPPERTIME. Haha Anna...I'ma go open a can of peaches! I'm giving Wilbur a spongebath, You're next hot stuff!Hmm..so I came home, and there was mouse guts all over the porch, and i stepped on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109709788846555857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109709788846555857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109709788846555857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109709788846555857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/wow-rehearsal-till-really-late-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109701634440550857</id><published>2004-10-05T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T18:45:44.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: so?Simno Iamsi: sorry, what was the question?CountdownToStars: are we going to work it out, or do you not care?Simno Iamsi: im just really sick of your shitCountdownToStars: im really sick of your shit too, but I don't complainCountdownToStars: how did you expet me to know you were mad?CountdownToStars: telepathy?CountdownToStars: I can really know not to call Laura a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109701634440550857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109701634440550857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109701634440550857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109701634440550857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/countdowntostars-so-simno-iamsi-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109693888342047354</id><published>2004-10-04T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:14:43.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My computer restarted, so I have to do this from memory.First argument in months.Me: good to see you have deep relationships =P::argumentargumentargument about Simon being pissed of me calling his fuckbuddy a whore::Simon: Um, yeah. The only relationship of mine you've witnessed is your own (not one which you seem to care about that much most of the time)Me: what the fuck? Do you even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109693888342047354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109693888342047354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109693888342047354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109693888342047354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-computer-restarted-so-i-have-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109684945824798462</id><published>2004-10-03T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T20:24:18.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty busy weekend.Friday night-Battle of the bands at Goshen. Lauren's band should've one cuz they kicked ass! Too many humans was ok(they probably only won because the band consisted of the Tom of Goshen), but Cody's band was definately better than them. The drummer of this one band (it was their last performance) threw his water bottle into the audience during a drum solo, and hit Lauren's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109684945824798462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109684945824798462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109684945824798462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109684945824798462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/10/pretty-busy-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109659341489446578</id><published>2004-09-30T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T21:16:54.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: hahaha im laughing just thinking of your kids. I can't imagineCountdownToStars: they would be like...well, probably just like you.CountdownToStars: smarter than me at 10 and bother me twice as much :-PSimno Iamsi: an army of little simons :-DSimno Iamsi: i could conquer the world with my midget clones!!!Simno Iamsi: only... they'd be my kids....Simno Iamsi: but dont tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109659341489446578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109659341489446578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109659341489446578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109659341489446578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/countdowntostars-hahaha-im-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109656941951337998</id><published>2004-09-30T14:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:36:59.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a day. I'm feeling so sad right now..everyone's so annoyingly hateful.First period, the kids in my global class all agreed that warwick sucks and their lives here suck. Shut up, you're spoiled brats. You're going to hate it wherever you live. Tammis proceeded to call Ms. Langton a fag for not stopping two girls fighting because according to her, "she likes to watch girls wrestle."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109656941951337998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109656941951337998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656941951337998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656941951337998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-man-what-day_109656941951337998.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109656940218276625</id><published>2004-09-30T14:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:36:42.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a day. I'm feeling so sad right now..everyone's so annoyingly hateful.First period, the kids in my global class all agreed that warwick sucks and their lives here suck. Shut up, you're spoiled brats. You're going to hate it wherever you live. Tammis proceeded to call Ms. Langton a fag for not stopping two girls fighting because according to her, "she likes to watch girls wrestle."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109656940218276625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109656940218276625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656940218276625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656940218276625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-man-what-day_109656940218276625.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109656940020127273</id><published>2004-09-30T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:36:40.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a day. I'm feeling so sad right now..everyone's so annoyingly hateful.First period, the kids in my global class all agreed that warwick sucks and their lives here suck. Shut up, you're spoiled brats. You're going to hate it wherever you live. Tammis proceeded to call Ms. Langton a fag for not stopping two girls fighting because according to her, "she likes to watch girls wrestle."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109656940020127273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109656940020127273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656940020127273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656940020127273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-man-what-day_109656940020127273.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109656939898567737</id><published>2004-09-30T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:36:38.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a day. I'm feeling so sad right now..everyone's so annoyingly hateful.First period, the kids in my global class all agreed that warwick sucks and their lives here suck. Shut up, you're spoiled brats. You're going to hate it wherever you live. Tammis proceeded to call Ms. Langton a fag for not stopping two girls fighting because according to her, "she likes to watch girls wrestle."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109656939898567737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109656939898567737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656939898567737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656939898567737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-man-what-day_109656939898567737.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109656939488692257</id><published>2004-09-30T14:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:36:34.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a day. I'm feeling so sad right now..everyone's so annoyingly hateful.First period, the kids in my global class all agreed that warwick sucks and their lives here suck. Shut up, you're spoiled brats. You're going to hate it wherever you live. Tammis proceeded to call Ms. Langton a fag for not stopping two girls fighting because according to her, "she likes to watch girls wrestle."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109656939488692257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109656939488692257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656939488692257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656939488692257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-man-what-day_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109656938779881693</id><published>2004-09-30T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:36:27.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man, what a day. I'm feeling so sad right now..everyone's so annoyingly hateful.First period, the kids in my global class all agreed that warwick sucks and their lives here suck. Shut up, you're spoiled brats. You're going to hate it wherever you live. Tammis proceeded to call Ms. Langton a fag for not stopping two girls fighting because according to her, "she likes to watch girls wrestle."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109656938779881693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109656938779881693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656938779881693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109656938779881693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-man-what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109649280682485825</id><published>2004-09-29T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:20:06.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooh, this is my 400th post. Yay! I feel like I haven't posted in forever. Let's see...Last saturday I went to see Last Easter with my drama class in The Village, Donna actually let us walk around alone for like the first time ever. Julian and I walked up and down christopher st. with smoothies and he got me a canoli =D We counted the straight people and got six. And this was a crowded street. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109649280682485825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109649280682485825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109649280682485825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109649280682485825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/ooh-this-is-my-400th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109624991858767503</id><published>2004-09-26T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:51:58.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: my moms bf is staying the night :-(Box of BIG CheeZ: u no what that meansCountdownToStars: haha my mom is a whore tooBox of BIG CheeZ: does she have handcuffs under her mattress?Box of BIG CheeZ: these are the things i think about after watching a room radiers marathon on mtv all summer longCountdownToStars: so many fuzzy handcuffs, so little time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109624991858767503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109624991858767503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109624991858767503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109624991858767503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/countdowntostars-my-moms-bf-is-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109606360102847595</id><published>2004-09-24T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:06:41.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man yesterday was awesome. Like...theb est day in such a long time. I was so happy cuz of getting the part I wanted, and then on top of that Pep Band didn't suck. It was actually a lot of fun. I felt important :)And then tonight I have to go to some restaurant in Connecticut to hear a band my mom wants to hire for my grandfather's bigger-than-my-bat-mitzvah 80th birthday party. But its like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109606360102847595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109606360102847595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109606360102847595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109606360102847595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-man-yesterday-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109597133313762089</id><published>2004-09-23T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:28:53.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG today was the GREATEST day yet. Because..I got Fern. And that made me incredibly happy. The cast is so small, so everyone's going to be close, it'll be so fun. And Chris Sullivan is my pig. Don't be mean or I'll make you bacon, bitch.I'm so loaded down with work, though. I had rehearsel till like 3, HW, and I have pepband until like 10 tonight, I hate football. Pepband should die.Hahahhah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109597133313762089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109597133313762089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109597133313762089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109597133313762089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/omg-today-was-greatest-day-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109588797990584150</id><published>2004-09-22T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T17:19:39.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, my computer was so slow last night, and my mom made it faster...but now I have an incredible amount of popups. Grr..This week has been so long. On monday I auditioned for Charlotte's Web, and had a pretty good audition. That night though, my mom and I got into this humongous fight that lasted until the next morning. I was really upset, but it's over and done with now. Than today I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109588797990584150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109588797990584150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109588797990584150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109588797990584150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow-my-computer-was-so-slow-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109561591163038056</id><published>2004-09-19T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:45:11.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently my brother reads this thing..cuz he apparently "cares" about me and wants to know what's going on in my life. Um...call me than? Whatever. (Hi Matt!)Speaking of my brother, (and i dont care if you dont want me to tell anyone this) he was so incredibly hilariously incoherently passed out drunk last night. I didnt know if he was in the house or not, so I called his name and went into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109561591163038056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109561591163038056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109561591163038056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109561591163038056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/apparently-my-brother-reads-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109551204736517437</id><published>2004-09-18T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:54:07.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to fucking kill my dad. There's a hurricane outside and absolutely ZERO edible things in his house because hes always at his goddamn girlfriend's and im soooo hungry.GO TO HELL, IVAN!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109551204736517437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109551204736517437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109551204736517437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109551204736517437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-going-to-fucking-kill-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109545239891295366</id><published>2004-09-17T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T16:19:58.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a good day off. My mom and I finally finished cleaning my room after like a billion hours, and then went to the Container Store (An OCD person's haven of Stainless Steel) and I got a garbage can just like Oscar the Grouch =DOne of my walls should be electric orange by the end of this weekend. Just one.Today was a good day, all in all. Open textbook quiz in global because Mr. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109545239891295366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109545239891295366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109545239891295366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109545239891295366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/yesterday-was-good-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109518995391896641</id><published>2004-09-14T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T16:26:16.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see that some people (coughcurtisandprobablyblaketooandanyoneelsethatreadsthisthingbecausetheyhavenofuckinglife..!) got offended by my last post. Um..oops? I didn't mean to offend anyone but Rachel. And I didn't even want to offend her, I just wanted to get it off my chest with plans to delete the post later on. And if you then give me that bullshit, "Insulting my friends is insulting me, blah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109518995391896641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109518995391896641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109518995391896641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109518995391896641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-see-that-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109492908079917339</id><published>2004-09-11T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:58:00.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cleaning my room, I'm finding all this awesome stuff. Like our Twelfth night parody radio show script from Lohikan that Me, Stacy, John and Jack did. A lot of the jokes in it are either dirty/I probably didn't get them at the time..but they are so funny now.King Oscar: Teaching you grammar would be like teaching a pig to stand on it's hind legs.Narrator: Holy George Orwell Batman!(Four legs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109492908079917339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109492908079917339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109492908079917339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109492908079917339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/cleaning-my-room-im-finding-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109485394843024826</id><published>2004-09-10T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T18:05:48.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. haven't posted in forever. Chris just called me about my lessons, and we talked for like twenty minutes. I told him how Jeff (the senior in charge of percussion) curses at me to "get off my ass" when i sit down for a second, and Chris was like "just tell him to stop acting like chris, he's doing what I used to, but I was always joking." And he told me about being on tour in front of 75,000 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109485394843024826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109485394843024826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109485394843024826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109485394843024826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109467349412631704</id><published>2004-09-08T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T15:58:14.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Highschool is killing me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109467349412631704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109467349412631704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109467349412631704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109467349412631704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/highschool-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109451904974693245</id><published>2004-09-06T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:06:07.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Copy this whole list into your journal.2. put a X by the things that are true about you.3. Whatever you don't bold/underline is false. -----------x-01. I miss somebody right now.02. I don't watch much TV these days.03. I love olives.x-04. I love sleeping.x-05. I own lots of books.x-06. I wear glasses or contact lenses.x-07. I love to play video games.( as long as theyre old video </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109451904974693245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109451904974693245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109451904974693245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109451904974693245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109443546318961151</id><published>2004-09-05T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:51:03.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: did she tell you about her plane ticket?Simno Iamsi: plane ticket to where?CountdownToStars: wherever you want.CountdownToStars: shes got a free one.CountdownToStars: she told me if i could convince you to come to NY its yours.Simno Iamsi: lolCountdownToStars: come to ny!!Simno Iamsi: with you and matt both working, i have no chance of resistanceCountdownToStars: no you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109443546318961151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109443546318961151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109443546318961151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109443546318961151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/countdowntostars-did-she-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109425099697750515</id><published>2004-09-03T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T18:36:36.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> CountdownToStars: I CAN SEEEEEEEEEEECountdownToStars: but my prescription is so heavy it hurts :-(eroded smith: =-eroded smith: i cant see yeteroded smith: i have no eyezezCountdownToStars: no, theyre just closed blakeCountdownToStars: go on, open your eyesCountdownToStars: WORLD!eroded smith: ..i'm afraid =-Auto response from CountdownToStars: Glasses are silly!!1eroded smith: what if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109425099697750515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109425099697750515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109425099697750515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109425099697750515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/countdowntostars-i-can-seeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109417259024735206</id><published>2004-09-02T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:49:50.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sooo tired. I only slept three hours last night, and was blind my whole first day of school. I'll get my glasses tomorrow.Ok, so my first day of school was pretty awesome. My global teacher is practically senile and really cool..Jenn's locker is next to mine (and we have math together yay!) and I got amazingly hungry by lunchtime. And my lunch sucks. But I'm really excited about this year. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109417259024735206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109417259024735206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109417259024735206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109417259024735206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/sooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109408172300638661</id><published>2004-09-01T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:42:22.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: i have to go to the guidance office and miss like...the first bajillion minutes of first periodDeadDragon0983: so get a new one right away before classCountdownToStars: just to show up late and look like a moron because i didnt know first periodCountdownToStars: and everyone will look at me and laughCountdownToStars: and then i will cry and die :-(DeadDragon0983: no you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109408172300638661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109408172300638661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109408172300638661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109408172300638661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/09/countdowntostars-i-have-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109398500375790530</id><published>2004-08-31T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:53:35.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aww I miss everyone.Simno Iamsi: stuff avoids happening occasionallyCountdownToStars: that made no sense :-PCountdownToStars: stuff avoids happenignSimno Iamsi: shhhhSimno Iamsi: the pope might hear you :-PCountdownToStars: haha...CountdownToStars: i miss you.CountdownToStars: i missed this.Simno Iamsi: i miss you tooSimno Iamsi: and i missed thisSimno Iamsi: a lotCountdownToStars: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/feeds/109398500375790530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5890930&amp;postID=109398500375790530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109398500375790530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890930/posts/default/109398500375790530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelspeaksout.blogspot.com/2004/08/aww-i-miss-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01549369938174134278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890930.post-109389203331091270</id><published>2004-08-30T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:06:06.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CountdownToStars: ooh, and i gotta call this guys school and see if theyll give me his last nameSajax12: lol yCountdownToStars: met him in vegas..and never got his numberCountdownToStars: and i want it. because...yeahSajax12: lolSajax12: i wudnt pursue someone i met in an arcade but thats just me i guess i must vbe the insane one rite, TO NOT PIK UP STRANGERS IN ARCADES IN LAS VEGAS THE 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