<?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-5017895484542946190</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:23:18.374-07:00</updated><category term='DVHS'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>.:the asdfjkl; blog:.</title><subtitle type='html'>hey love(:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-6086689646105895093</id><published>2009-07-18T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:50:21.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>berkeley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;arriving late in berkeley is the worst thing you can possibly do to meet up with your girlfriends and bringing your boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;especially if your boyfriend's playing with his friends' new iPhone 3G S. sure, i like the white back cover, but imo, is it really that amazing my boyfriend has to ignore me the entire BART ride there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and back? o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then again, its not his fault i'm being cranky. i missed seeing the ear piercings, and i most definitely did not get to see anything that was sold on the streets. -sighs- okay so i'm being paranoid and bitchy. check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then my girlfriends sit by themselves on the bart, and we sit by ourselves, and voila! ignorance is the key to silence and counting the number of people on the train. apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-6086689646105895093?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/6086689646105895093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=6086689646105895093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/6086689646105895093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/6086689646105895093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2009/07/berkeley.html' title='berkeley'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-1732531962599290938</id><published>2009-02-20T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:07:27.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why girls love edward cullen</title><content type='html'>this is a list of reasons i found on yahoo! answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he breaks parents rules just for you&lt;br /&gt;-he would do anything to keep you alive (even for someone as accident prone as bella)&lt;br /&gt;-he would kill anyone who wanted to kill you&lt;br /&gt;-he would put himself in ultimate danger to just talk to you&lt;br /&gt;-he translates peoples thoughts .. its helpful&lt;br /&gt;-he has patience .. a hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;-he doesnt pressure you into doing something your scared of doing .. you know what i mean ..(probably coz it could end up disastrous!)&lt;br /&gt;-he doesnt give jacob a black eye (although that would be quite difficult to do) when he tries to steal his girl&lt;br /&gt;-he is polite as ever.&lt;br /&gt;-he would climb through your bedroom window just to be near you. (hellooo who wouldnt want that?!)&lt;br /&gt;-he would climb through your bedroom window just to be near you even if he is very thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;-he protects you from every evil.&lt;br /&gt;-he gets jealous easily. its cute&lt;br /&gt;-he declares his love for you without any shame and embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;-he keeps secrets from you for your own safety.aaaaand.....&lt;br /&gt;-he wants to spend an eternity with youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as those reasons ARE true about Edward Cullen, long-time teenage vampire, i'm pretty sure that 99% of the teenage male population are getting annoyed of being compared with this vampire of romance. I mean, it's not your boyfriend's fault he's not a vampire, that he can't read thoughts, that if he climbed through your bedroom window your dad's going to shoot him with a gun, and that he doesn't have enough patience for the world. he's ONLY human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, anyone ever thought about BELLA? Our teenage heroine, who moves to Forks, and magically attracts the attention of every guy in school? The girl clearly is a brat. She WANTS him to risk everything just for her, and yet, has she risked ANYTHING for him? yeah, okay sure, risking the chance of him attacking her is good enough, but she obviously doesn't appreciate the way the entire Cullen family will hunt down the bad guy, fight the all powerful Vatican, or race around the world, all for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That only proves two things.&lt;br /&gt;1) that even a clumsy quiet accident-prone teenage girl like Bella can fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;2) even a guy like Edward Cullen will chase after the girl that doesn't appreciate him as much as he should be.&lt;br /&gt;3) Edward Cullen is the guy every girl needs, but he doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called being realistic. and not comparing a guy that's interested in you to a teenage vampire that doesn't even exist in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every girl needs an Edward Cullen, and every guy just needs to be just like him.&lt;br /&gt;[wtf is up with this line?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-1732531962599290938?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/1732531962599290938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=1732531962599290938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/1732531962599290938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/1732531962599290938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-girls-love-edward-cullen.html' title='why girls love edward cullen'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-5192824193945858679</id><published>2008-12-31T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:35:58.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i love taiwan.</title><content type='html'>I MISS EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;but still..it wouldnt be too bad spending junior year in an american high school in taiwan like the aunties and uncles say i should. it'd be pretty fun i think ;] becuz taiwan is my haven. fo'sho. and here's why you should come with me during spring break!&lt;br /&gt;#1:busy-EVERYONE and EVERYTHING is busy. the stray dog is busy trying to cross the street without getting hit by a car. taxis are driving up and down the roads looking for teenagers like me to drive to their next destination. the metro is flying at the speed of light sending my auntie to work. people are constantly chilling and hanging after school EVERYWHERE. who needs parents when you have a taxi at your service at every stop? its literally that busy. its like an azn new york. somethings always going on, some partys always at someones place, and theres always an excuse to chill ;]&lt;br /&gt;#2:food-umm hello? whats something we need? FOOD! omgosh the food here is so good. fried, stirred, baked, at your service, there's always something. you can make 29483 different dishes with just one type of meat. you can walk down the block and find at least 7 different food stands, all providing your mid-meals for leses than 3 dollars give or take.&lt;br /&gt;#3: clothes-omgosh i love what i've just bought! its like, fobby, cute, emo, ghetto, classy, bitchy, get what you want NOW! and everythings so cheap gahhh. nike store at your service. converses needed? no problem miss, down the hall right this way. want a dress for next year's homecoming? have they got a dress for you right here for less than 100[lets talk american to make this simple]!&lt;br /&gt;#4:places-we just got pandas in the zoo! TWO OF THEM! want to go to the ocean? take the metro for like, 15 minutes! want to head off to the new year's bash? ITS RIGHT THERE, JUST GRAB A TAXI! need a soda? walk down the block for the nearest 7eleven! omgosh, JUST GET HERE QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss currently cold california.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-5192824193945858679?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/5192824193945858679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=5192824193945858679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/5192824193945858679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/5192824193945858679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-i-love-taiwan.html' title='why i love taiwan.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-1182158009454369913</id><published>2008-09-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:46:58.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lately.</title><content type='html'>should i be happy when others are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so so so wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-1182158009454369913?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/1182158009454369913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=1182158009454369913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/1182158009454369913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/1182158009454369913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/09/lately.html' title='lately.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-924216809739370960</id><published>2008-09-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:16:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in loving memory</title><content type='html'>Jay.Shi&lt;br /&gt;you stupid stupid dog.&lt;br /&gt;that is stupid stupidly blind.&lt;br /&gt;no one asked you to get sick and die in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;who's going to bother me at grandma's house now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.13.92-09.05.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i suck at greiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-924216809739370960?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/924216809739370960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=924216809739370960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/924216809739370960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/924216809739370960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-loving-memory.html' title='in loving memory'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-9138157337048124385</id><published>2008-09-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:21:20.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey sunshine (:</title><content type='html'>helloooo readers,&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling quite extraneous. [learned from mr.duran in honors trig class] it means extra or something, but i like the word and i shall use it according to what my brain thinks it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraneous=extra&lt;br /&gt;zoe's definition:dangerously special and cunning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sunny outside, and man, it's hot. wearing shorts is terribly retarded, but i'm starting to sizzle and fry in those faded jeans of mine.seriously, turning on the computer in the afternoons makes it feel 30 degrees hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's my thought of the day:people deserve the right to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really, they do. if i baked cookies, i should get to eat at least more than one of them. maybe even half. if my laptop arrives[which, btw it did] i should be the first to play with it. but in a family of four, everything must be shared. therefore, i CANNOT be selfish. however, in certain circumstances, i believe everyone has the right to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought about something new today. i was watching friends on youtube, and its the episode where you see rachel and monica planning monica and chandler's wedding, and i realized something:i haven't planned it!&lt;br /&gt;jaykay. LMFAO. of course i did. just not..on paper :D&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to my point. i shall have..&lt;br /&gt;aww crap. i still need to work on it. if natalie reads this she'll tell you she's my maid of honor. im not going to have one :) its too hard picking one of my besties to be one as it is, so TA-DA! no maid of honor.&lt;br /&gt;however, i AM going to have a ton of bridesmaids. LOL. and gloria insists on no stilletos heels, church, or the preist going "today we have gathered here today to join these two in HOLY matrimony." i think she might blow up and set the whole place on fire, my wedding or not. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling random? comment :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-9138157337048124385?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/9138157337048124385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=9138157337048124385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/9138157337048124385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/9138157337048124385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-sunshine.html' title='hey sunshine (:'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-3883182225646485479</id><published>2008-09-04T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:33:55.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shannon darling (:</title><content type='html'>i just had the fondest memory of shannon.&lt;br /&gt;lolz if shannon ever reads this she'll flip out laughing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, last day of chinese school. stupid alex and jonathan forget to tell us we didn't have to show up. so we walk to the internet cafe. my parents aren't there. so we walk to her house. we hop the fence, and get in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;she wants me in the pool, so i wear her pe shorts and get only my lower body wet. she just go swimming in a tanktop and her underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeup, she'll kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so her mom comes home, and we get out to sundry on the bench. i see oranges! and i go and pluck them off the neighbor's tree. i throw one into the yard. all of a sudden, we hear noises. i see a mexican worker coming over. we panick and hide behind the fence. and all is quiet. LOL anyways, yeah so apparently she had said that the neighbors were never ever home, but NOOOOO the mexican worker was. so yeah that was scary. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's one hella amazing girl as you can tell. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MAMA HEYYYYY."&lt;br /&gt;-shannon's mother's day card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this girl like woah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-3883182225646485479?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/3883182225646485479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=3883182225646485479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/3883182225646485479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/3883182225646485479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/09/shannon-darling.html' title='shannon darling (:'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-8318676724566112644</id><published>2008-09-02T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:04:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles</title><content type='html'>its amazing how many different smiles you can see in one day. you'll have your fill of braces, sparkling white teeth, tight lips, etc.&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly, despite all the money my parents spent getting me the straight teeth i adore and love today, i dont know how to smile.&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, i dont. have you ever ever ever see me smile without laughing? its kinda hard. like, if i flash my pearly whites, you see my gums, which i find gross. if i close my mouth my lips look too red to not be wearing lip gloss. when you pass me in the hallways, i open my mouth to say hi, i never ever just smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;cuz everyone knows a smile tells everything.&lt;br /&gt;and if i have a crappy smile, who wants to be friends with me? O.O so i might as well be careful when i smile. and thats my sophomore goal-to learn how to smile. which is amazingly funny cuz when i laugh i smile.&lt;br /&gt;then again, people say i laugh too much and that im too happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;but when i'm happy im laughing..ach this hurts my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-8318676724566112644?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/8318676724566112644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=8318676724566112644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/8318676724566112644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/8318676724566112644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/09/smiles.html' title='smiles'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-4597806975219709132</id><published>2008-08-30T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:50:46.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pick-up lines</title><content type='html'>are so freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to edmond last night, and he was saying how no one ever uses pick up lines but they know them just in case.&lt;br /&gt;like wth, thats what pick up lines are for silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can i have your number?&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"cuz i forgot mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is classic and simple. though it is pretty dumb. like edmond says, if you forget your number you might as well just tell your friend to check their contacts for you or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you were a pirate which shoulder would you want your parrot to be on?"&lt;br /&gt;"hm..*insert left or right here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the funny thing is, the guy puts his arm around the girl so that his hand is on whatever shoulder she wants the parrot on. hahaha this is one majorly lame one. nobody cares if you put your arm around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did you just fart?"&lt;br /&gt;"no..why?"&lt;br /&gt;"cuz you blow me away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMBO. i love love love this one. majorly hilarious and dorky and the slightest bit gross. i love it. of course, im not saying to use this one on me, but im just saying..actually guys, dont use this on any girl. they might just slap you before that last line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im lost can you tell me the directions to your place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is franche's pickup line. i haven't seen him use it, but if i ever do, i'll laugh at the girl who gives him her address and i will die laughing or will probably be beat up by franche's LAX sticks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, more on this later . ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-4597806975219709132?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/4597806975219709132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=4597806975219709132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/4597806975219709132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/4597806975219709132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/pick-up-lines.html' title='pick-up lines'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-1629630668347481912</id><published>2008-08-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:28:08.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rahee :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;omg im doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 700; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;ChiPoNonVo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt; (5:11:44 PM): Zoe, our convos have no direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 700; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;ChiPoNonVo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt; (7:25:58 PM): BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 700; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;ChiPoNonVo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt; (7:26:01 PM): I SEE A BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 700; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;ChiPoNonVo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt; (7:26:05 PM): And I want to eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 700; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;ChiPoNonVo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt; (7:28:00 PM): Why does everyone get shocked. They look so edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 700; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;ChiPoNonVo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt; (7:28:16 PM): You ever tried them marinated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 700; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt;ChiPoNonVo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; font-weight: 400; font-size: 0.8em; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: 'Arial';"&gt; (7:36:10 PM): rofl. I'm SO not a cannibalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this neighbor makes me laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-1629630668347481912?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/1629630668347481912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=1629630668347481912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/1629630668347481912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/1629630668347481912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/rahee-d_29.html' title='rahee :D'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-4826043043777696792</id><published>2008-08-28T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:16:02.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>i think im insane.</title><content type='html'>just because i'm busy&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean i haven't thought of you&lt;br /&gt;when i'm catching my breath in a race&lt;br /&gt;with a mind thats got other things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what im thinking&lt;br /&gt;dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;just passing time with you in mind&lt;br /&gt;every second every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how you feel about me&lt;br /&gt;i only know how i feel about you&lt;br /&gt;im a girl with a stuck mind&lt;br /&gt;and 10,000 other things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you to forget me&lt;br /&gt;thats its what i want you to do&lt;br /&gt;but even if you can&lt;br /&gt;im not sure i can too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtffff i suck these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-4826043043777696792?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/4826043043777696792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=4826043043777696792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/4826043043777696792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/4826043043777696792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-im-insane.html' title='i think im insane.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-5150201553697386464</id><published>2008-08-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:24:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things are looking up :)</title><content type='html'>so lately, i've been cursing god.&lt;br /&gt;and as everyone who pays attention to reality, that probably isn't the best idea for me.&lt;br /&gt;but..considering how i've had such a bad last month of summer, i guess most people would think its normal.normal for me, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;for example, i got a crappy haircut, had a fever for four days, and got myself into another hopeless idea that i owe natalie a dollar for. i have yet to find 100 pennies to pay her back. i ALSO had to study my chinese, algebra two, and my driver's ed crap. and my haircut looks like a piece of floating crap on my head thats permanently glued. however will i get out of it, i donno. but i shall deal with it until it grows out. then i shall make sure the man never cuts hair for anyone ever again!&lt;br /&gt;MAUAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;more on that later.*ahehm*&lt;br /&gt;but things are definitely looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my permit yesterday. WOOHOO! there was only 46 questions and you can only miss 8. so i missed 8 and yeahh i hecka got my permit :D so dont get in the car with me. i might just kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a terrible locker and curse victoria, she put a lock on her locker so i coudn't use it this morning. I TOLD HER I WAS USING IT TOO! and she magically forgot to tell me that she already put her lock on it. but as it is, sally is the sweetheart who found a locker two away from hers so TA-DA! sweet locker for me :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad JUST bought me the dell inspiron 1520, and it's going to be shipped out on september 15th, to my house :) if you want to see what style i got, check out "street chill". i was going to get green but it looked too pale and dull for my taste. maybe i should've gotten pink XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my TI-84 plus was bought in pink, actually. only cuz i like that shade of pink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into regular trig but since i only missed one question from honors trig on the placement test, they're opening up a new honors trig class third period and moved people into that class and VOILA! second period honors trig for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back into writing lyrics, and shall be posting more up soon. cuz i'm definitely not in a stage of writer's block AT ALL. maybe my english teacher will like that. hopefully. she seems pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe sophomore year isn't going to be TOO bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as long as i figure out how to do tonight's chem homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-5150201553697386464?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/5150201553697386464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=5150201553697386464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/5150201553697386464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/5150201553697386464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-looking-up.html' title='things are looking up :)'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-279788842263068381</id><published>2008-08-20T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:20:59.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVHS'/><title type='text'>sophomore year schedule.</title><content type='html'>okay, well i just took the placement test for honors pre-calculus and haven't gotten back my results yet so really, this isn't my permanent schedule YET.&lt;br /&gt;A-Symphonic Band-Musiel&lt;br /&gt;1-World History 2/3-Scheppach&lt;br /&gt;2-English 10-Ingram&lt;br /&gt;3-Algebra 2-Prairie&lt;br /&gt;4-Yoga-Santos&lt;br /&gt;5-Honors Chem-Schnell&lt;br /&gt;6-Spanish 2-Cousens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-279788842263068381?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/279788842263068381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=279788842263068381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/279788842263068381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/279788842263068381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/sophomore-year-schedule.html' title='sophomore year schedule.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-3602569601569525362</id><published>2008-08-16T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:46:52.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow good job marcus.</title><content type='html'>so today i ran to safeway for breakfast. jolly ranchers and two donuts. how i'm going to make sure i dont get fat i dont know. more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today, i finally figure out stupid marcus gave me and gina the wrong number. which makes it extremely difficult to prankcall, text, or just simply call him. isn't that frustrating or what?&lt;br /&gt;so yeah gina couldnt text him and marcus says when he tries texting&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; her &lt;/span&gt;his phone asks for some 10 digit password or whatever and he's tried texting her like, three times.&lt;br /&gt;what silly heads xD&lt;br /&gt;ooh you know what i hate? i hate when people go through my contacts list and copy my friends into their phone, cuz like, just because you've heard of them doesn't mean you talk to them, which means you probably don't have to call them, what makes you think you need their numbers?! like seriously, when people i barely talk to call me because they're bored and got my number from another friend, i flip out and panick.&lt;br /&gt;whats really weird is, i constantly talk on my phone, it's like my safe haven. question is, how did i ever get along without it?! but i got my phone in march, so thats a big shock o.O and like, people tell me i'm always on my phone talking to people, but i dont think so. people hardly ever call me, and i hardly ever have to call them. strange.&lt;br /&gt;this one time, i saw a bunch of girls sitting at one of the tables outside in the courtyard, and there were all talking on their cell phones! that was strange and i thought that was majorly funny cuz they were all sitting next to each other and everything o.O&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll write more next week.&lt;br /&gt;this topic was inspired by edmond and marcus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:45 pm:i called marcus. he says to check my messages.&lt;br /&gt;he forgot i cant text. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-3602569601569525362?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/3602569601569525362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=3602569601569525362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/3602569601569525362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/3602569601569525362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-good-job-marcus.html' title='wow good job marcus.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-121220186359079328</id><published>2008-08-14T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:53:11.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revenge.</title><content type='html'>it's not easy being me. considering the facts that i'm pretty strange, hyper, and crazy, it's hard to pull off all this crap and still manage to do okay in school, do much better in piano, improve in flute, and walk my dog.&lt;br /&gt;but it's definitely going to be even harder plotting revenge against certain people that have issues with me[or i have issues with really] and still pulling it off as innocent play. rawr this is tough isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;here are my targets:&lt;br /&gt;1)Harriet the supervisor: I do volunteer work with my friends, and lemme tell you, ever since i got the least bit cranky about doing all the work around that place, stupid Jeremy fricking reported me to Harriet and now she makes sure that i DEFINITELY do all the work around that fricking hospital. as gloria says, "just wait till she croaks". i was thinking of just getting her to retire but..i like gloria's idea better.&lt;br /&gt;2)Jeremy:stupid white boy who pretends to do work by hiding in the bathroom and forces me to work when there's like, 15 other people there doing nothing, and just has to report me for telling him i did 3 discharges that day ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;3)Lily:that girl is such a freak.whore. just go rot in a hole and die. no seriously, like, every guy in freaking san ramon either has a friend who went out with her, already did go out with her, or is gay.  and everytime i meet a cute guy, no he's gotta have gone out with her. what is her problem?! and it ends up these guys will be interested in me because guess what?! i remind them of LILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great to feel threatened, endangered, and not so special anymore. but thats okay, i got evil minds plotting with me to help get my targets.&lt;br /&gt;thats my target list for now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll write more later :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-121220186359079328?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/121220186359079328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=121220186359079328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/121220186359079328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/121220186359079328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/revenge.html' title='revenge.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-8258340266395552262</id><published>2008-08-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:54:23.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>song #1</title><content type='html'>i noticed you've changed&lt;br /&gt;since last my heart was rearranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry about spring fling&lt;br /&gt;i never knew you had a thing&lt;br /&gt;for girls annoying as hell&lt;br /&gt;guess your head isn't really that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i chose him over you&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really know what to do&lt;br /&gt;risk the guy that i've got&lt;br /&gt;for a guy that's not a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i'm juliet&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry juliet's got regret.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry this always comes up&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that we always screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that you lost face&lt;br /&gt;in the most happiest place&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;the way you ignored me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wishing we were together right now&lt;br /&gt;i'm wishing we could have learned how&lt;br /&gt;how to make up for lost time&lt;br /&gt;we're the words that just can't seem to rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[help?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was actually made in 8th grade and i never felt like writing anymore lyrics so i stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-8258340266395552262?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/8258340266395552262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=8258340266395552262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/8258340266395552262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/8258340266395552262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-1.html' title='song #1'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-2852376537524719655</id><published>2008-08-11T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:28:54.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVHS'/><title type='text'>sophomores.</title><content type='html'>sophomore year is probably the space between "i'm not a noob dont take me for one" and "i'm not a pro so dont ask"&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, it's between the "oh so fresh" and "omfg SATs." so really, this is supposed to be like, the most chillaxing year of high school. probably right?&lt;br /&gt;though i tend to have this creepy way of being dramatic[if you've known me for a while, you'd understand] but it only happens every other year. and my sophomore year is supposed to be one of those years. eek. i'm freaked out a little here.&lt;br /&gt;but this year, i've got plans &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm taking driver's ed at the community center, it's made me wonder about things a little. for instance, i'm definitely going to get my license eventually this year, and i have the sudden urge to eat toblerones and get pictures done with my friends. homecoming, sadie hawkins, you name it. i want photos done and done perfectly. dont ask me why, it's one of those urges i get.&lt;br /&gt;like the poptart urge i had but now is over? yeah talk about strange.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, back to my sophomore year plans. i'm trying out for allstate, once again. though i probably wont get in this time, i'm pretty sure my friend jennie will.  i'm still doing ohlone college chinese classes, along with volunteer work at john muir, with the stupid supervisor Harriet who hates my guts and forces me to do everything and anything she can come up with. and i'm still at DVHS.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i can definitely feel it. it's going to be a good year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-2852376537524719655?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/2852376537524719655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=2852376537524719655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/2852376537524719655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/2852376537524719655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/sophomores.html' title='sophomores.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-4739182940521308301</id><published>2008-08-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:43:52.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVHS'/><title type='text'>a new school year.</title><content type='html'>i absolutely hate the start of the school year. because it means shopping is needed, new accesories are a must, and your frantic mind trying to figure out who's in your classes is a definite.&lt;br /&gt;i hate how three months in school don't show a lot of change [other than my grade] but three months over the summer shows a lot more change than most people can handle.&lt;br /&gt;the first couple weeks of school, you're still trying to figure out how easy your teacher's grading you, where exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;the best lunch spot, where is there an empty locker near your best friend's locker, and pretty much check out how many people have gotten a complete makeover from the summer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to be a hypocrite, but summer's like, the ULTIMATE makeover season. you get new clothes, you lose and/or gain weight, you get taller, you get your braces off, you get contacts, etc etc etc. it's amazing just how much people can change!&lt;br /&gt;take for the fact that the yearbook's individual photos always get shot during registration. during registration, you usually look new. clean. fresh maybe too? but when YOU look at yourself in the yearbook in June, you're seriously going "wtf? i looked like THAT at the beginning?" because most likely, you think you're better looking NOW.&lt;br /&gt;or at least, that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like change. i'll admit it, i don't. i don't like the idea of looking at your best friend who you've already seen like, 4x this summer, and yet they still look amazingly different. then i look at myself, and i'm like "wow, contacts. woohoo big deal." no really, it's true. i hate the idea that change gets to you, all the time, especially during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;it's not the matter of what i'm thinking, it's the matter of how i'm changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-4739182940521308301?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/4739182940521308301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=4739182940521308301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/4739182940521308301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/4739182940521308301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-school-year.html' title='a new school year.'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-3106828202321099235</id><published>2008-08-06T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:09:04.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVHS'/><title type='text'>DVHS #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sanramon.pwebs.net/uploaded_images/dvhs_rendering_small-722395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://sanramon.pwebs.net/uploaded_images/dvhs_rendering_small-722395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; DVHS is full of variety. and when i say variety, i don't just mean ethnicity. i mean dress, attitude,  grades, whatever you can think of.  take for the fact that we're the richest school in the state. considering the fact that we're the richest, we can afford to have a thousand different outfits in our closets, along with a thousand pairs of shoes to go with them. we can have the best football jerseys available to the team, and afford the best DJ's for dances. we could all have iPod touches with a matching iPhone to go with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; add the  expensive developing communities nearby [windemere, shapell, the bridges] that are said to be built for children to learn and grow, but are really built for retired people who don't want to drive extremely far to get things. you don't even need to worry about having to buy groceries twice in a week due to the gas prices these days, you just need to walk or take the bus. the library's down the hill from WRMS with a community center and a community college next to it. Every square mile of Windemere, there's a park. There's a golf course at the Bridges that host weddings sometimes. There's also a man-made waterfall that when you drive past, you're most likely to see a photographer shooting photos of high school cheerleaders, or the whole entire wedding procession taking a group photo together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and consider the kids that go to school here? add these all up, and you've not only got the most expensive and richest school in the state, but you've also got the bitchiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;at least, if you're not from DVHS, you're definitely thinking that. and I don't blame you. We've got the shiny gray lockers, the unscuffed up walls and floors, the all weather track and beautiful green football field turf. We've got a pool that isn't paid for by the city, and we've got thousands of computer labs for you to look at porn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;JAYKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;the computer labs have this huge system not only blocking myspace, but also, facebook. They've also blocked website proxys that they've found allowing no way for you to use them to sneak on myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;back to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;though, of course, someone needs to upgrade our so-called "priceless" security system. they say they have cameras everywhere but the bathrooms, gym lockerrooms, and classrooms, so tell me and the rest of DVHS exactly why our stuff gets stolen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Even though I lost my iPod Video [30 GB] back in middle school, I lost it at the middle school down the street! It's probably also one of the richest middle schools to be found, considering our API score is the best in county.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and considering the fact that my green abercrombie fleece jacket [$65] was paid for on my own, those $65 went down the drain when my jacket got stolen while i was at track practice. i barely had it for 4 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Though, then again, of course, because we're the richest kids around in San Ramon, we've been known to be able to replace anything we lost. "Lost your jacket? You're grounded for two days, and help me pick out your NEW one." is precisely what my parents said to me, right after i caught a cold because I've been wandering around the track looking for a green jacket that was yet to be found to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i'm not saying i'm a bitch, i'm just saying that DVHS is not exactly your typical public high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-3106828202321099235?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/3106828202321099235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=3106828202321099235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/3106828202321099235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/3106828202321099235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/dvhs-1.html' title='DVHS #1'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5017895484542946190.post-2089409243951167071</id><published>2008-08-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:33:57.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mom,dad..i have a confession to make...</title><content type='html'>so recently [or more like, an hour ago?] my friend showed me HER blog. she's quite good at it too. she's quite the critic, and has very good taste. comments on her blog are much appreciated :) though she calls herself "a noob blogger", i feel different about that.&lt;br /&gt;then again, it IS her first blog.&lt;br /&gt;check her out:musomaniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to my point yeah? so i started blogging again, and yes, i feel like quite the poser. i mean, think about it. i haven't touched my old blog since the start of freshman year, because no one was reading it. my other friend has a blog and he gets at least 100 hits a day[or so he says]. so i felt quite pathetic and quit blogging.&lt;br /&gt;though later, my best guy friend admitted reading my blog and not commenting because back then, we didn't really know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how if it  is that the security of my friend having a blog makes me want to start up another blog. i don't believe that i'm a natural poser, but thinking about all other posers that i know makes me wonder, is it possible to feel security from posing off of someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, take this girl i know from chinese school. let's call her GIRL for the moment. she has this major thing for posing off of others. i've never known her to be posing off of me, but then again, she isn't my friend. she copies the way her friends talk, what they say, what they do.  "you're a slut? oh i'll be one too!" is the first thing that comes to mind when asked to be given an example of GIRL being a poser. so does she feel security and belonging when she poses, or is it just a thing for her "well being"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, i mean, my getting a new blog cuz my friend just got one makes me feel guilt. not security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5017895484542946190-2089409243951167071?l=z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/feeds/2089409243951167071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5017895484542946190&amp;postID=2089409243951167071' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/2089409243951167071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5017895484542946190/posts/default/2089409243951167071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://z0eyminustheey.blogspot.com/2008/08/momdadi-have-confession-to-make.html' title='mom,dad..i have a confession to make...'/><author><name>the asdfjkl; blogger.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02936410907801383990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dwp7l_c5fI/SZ4Q2I5FXHI/AAAAAAAAABA/DwbJbpFccSc/S220/zoeeee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
