<?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-5294880</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:26:35.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title's suck</title><subtitle type='html'>Um...Run away NOW? Cuz I would be if I was you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-95783010</id><published>2003-06-18T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T00:20:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow it hasn't been FOREVER since i've written here or anything. damn. Ok im gonna start doing a weekly book recommendation alrighty? Well, this week's book is going to be: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants greatest damn book ever. amazing. read it. i'll also give a brief summary of the book (a.k.a. what's written on the back of the book hehehe) Four very different friends. One pair of magical pants. And a summer apart... We, the sisterhood, hereby instate the following rules to govern the use of the Traveling Pants: 1. You must never wash the Pants. 2. You must never double-cuff the Pants. It's tacky. There will never be a time when this will not be tacky. 3. You must never say the word "phat" while wearing the Pants. You must also never think "I am fat" while wearing the Pants. 4. You must never let a boy take off the Pants (although you may take them off yourself in his presence). 5.You must not pick your nose while wearing the Pants. You may, however, scratch casually at your nostril while really kind of picking. 6. Upon our reunion, you must follow the proper procedures for documenting your time in the Pants. 7. You must write to your Sisters throughout the summer, no matter how much fun you are having without them. 8.You must pass the Pants along to your Sisters according to the specifications set down by the Sisterhood. Failure to comply will result in a severe spanking upon our reunion. 9. You must not wear the Pants with a tucked in shirt and belt. See rule # 2. 10. Remember: Pants=love. Love your pals. Love yourself. This book is good for teenage girls...and any adult (woman preferrably) that likes a sappy story and is still a kid at heart...its very touching and it shows a lot of people how teens really are. It's interesting too. It's a five star, two thumbs up book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-95783010?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/95783010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/95783010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95783010' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-95782993</id><published>2003-06-18T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T00:19:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow it hasn't been FOREVER since i've written here or anything. damn. Ok im gonna start doing a weekly book recommendation alrighty? Well, this week's book is going to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greatest damn book ever. amazing. read it. i'll also give a brief summary of the book (a.k.a. what's written on the  back of the book hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four very different friends.&lt;br /&gt;                           One pair of magical pants.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           And a summer apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We, the sisterhood, hereby instate the following rules to govern the use of the Traveling Pants:&lt;br /&gt;                 1. You must never wash the Pants.&lt;br /&gt; 2. You must never double-cuff the Pants. It's tacky. There will never be a time when this will not be tacky.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must never say the word "phat" while wearing the Pants. You must also never think "I am fat" while wearing the Pants. &lt;br /&gt;4. You must never let a boy take off the Pants (although you may take them off yourself in his presence).&lt;br /&gt;5.You must not pick your nose while wearing the Pants. You may, however, scratch casually at your nostril while really kind of picking. &lt;br /&gt;6. Upon our reunion, you must follow the proper procedures for documenting your time in the Pants.&lt;br /&gt;7. You must write to your Sisters throughout the summer, no matter how much fun you are having without them.&lt;br /&gt;8.You must pass the Pants along to your Sisters according to the specifications set down by the Sisterhood. Failure to comply will result in a severe spanking upon our reunion.&lt;br /&gt;9. You must not wear the Pants with a tucked in shirt and belt. See rule # 2.&lt;br /&gt;10. Remember: Pants=love. Love your pals. Love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is good for teenage girls...and any adult (woman preferrably) that likes a sappy story and is still a kid at heart...its very touching and it shows a lot of people how teens really are. It's interesting too. It's a five star, two thumbs up book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-95782993?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/95782993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/95782993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95782993' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-94084621</id><published>2003-05-09T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T18:58:38.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdy...im actually writing two days in a row! wow. this is gonna be really short. i have nothing to say. i'm no longer entertained pouring out my boring soul to all you people. yeah right...what people. there are probably no people reading this. i'm gonna say like, sarah is gay and see if she notices. haha. i'm gonna laugh when she does. haha. anyways...more later...maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-94084621?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/94084621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/94084621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94084621' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-94024310</id><published>2003-05-08T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T18:23:34.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooo i could do a fake diary! lol. its storming scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-94024310?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/94024310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/94024310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94024310' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-94024268</id><published>2003-05-08T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T18:22:39.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dangit. i wrote a long blogger thingy on may 5th (cinco de mayo hehe) but it didn't post it. grrness. it's done that twice to me now. dang i'm getting too busy for this thing. lol. the teachers are piling on the homework again. i have this autobiography assignment due in like two weeks and i still have no idea what I want to do. I might want to do something like...writing but I have no idea what to write about. that's the problem. im not doing a song because i'm not singing in front of my whole language arts class without music. lol. i might want to pick a poem that relates to me or i think describes me and make it big and do an art project out of it or something. that would be cool. or a photo album. but i dont know if i want the whole class seeing pictures of me...lol. or i might make like, a collage of words that relate to me...i don't know. or i could do like, a life size body drawing of me and then draw lines to different parts of my body and tell a story about something that's happened to each part. i have no idea. i'll make a list and have alyssa tell me which one she likes the best. if any. i'll ask my mom too. here she comes to review now lol. buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-94024268?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/94024268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/94024268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94024268' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-93513048</id><published>2003-04-29T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T22:02:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woaaaaaaaah my brother was nice and let me stay on. actually he was watching a t.v. show that i'm supposed to watch...but after american idol i dont have the patience to sit and watch any more t.v. i like the show that was on though....24. seen it? its good. that was the finale I think though...oh well i'll rent it at blockbuster :) . aaanyways...yeah my grammar has gone from bad to horrible. look at this...i dont even capitalize things anymore! how sad. well..right now i'm helping jennifer with her science homework. i think she lost her grading sheet because it tells you what to do on that...oh well. she'll get it eventually...lol. i have 4 minutes left yet again. what is this? its like....perfectly timed so that when i check i have four minutes left. i have no idea...i tried looking at some of the recently noticed blogs but dang they're boring. one is like for a medical doctor i was like "ok...im bored!" i wonder if that's how people feel about mine...o god i hope not! wow...i should really make these more interesting...i saw one titled "horny home" a few days ago...lmao. that was funny. some horn dog trying to make a porno blogger, but in the end sounding like a pathetic loser sitting at home trying to get sex from little kids because a)he cant get any from people his age online and b) he can't get sex unless hes online. and even then it's a maybe. its disgusting...go in some of those chat rooms...yeah...never stay long. i get like, five windows that pop up and say "what are you wearing?" im like "hey buddy &amp;^%* off!" lol. yeah...so anyways this has been boring enough but im going to ramble on for my last minute. actually its a few seconds but hey...what can ya do? i use so many dots...i pause a lot. my thinking lapses...lol. i have brain lapses. how sad. i should see a doctor...shows what a loser I am sitting here making fun of myself. actually i could be making fun of a lot of people but this is public :) (dang im sweet) talk to ya all later gotta hit the road! (in the words of sarah- Don't hit it too hard!)&lt;br /&gt;~Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-93513048?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/93513048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/93513048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93513048' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-93511546</id><published>2003-04-29T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T21:31:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdy...wow i have no time for this anymore. g's i have approximately 4 minutes before I have to get offline...and yes I am  being timed...actually around two now...where the other two minutes went I dont know. Dangit danielle is grounded and I need to relay some shit to her...like...talk about crap thats buggin me and stuff. I really want to do the speech but everyone's so confident that they are going to win it's annoying. I mean...I dont think I will win, but I'm not saying I wont either. But its just buggin me everyone's like- O mines really good everyone's saying I  am going to win. Oh i dont know...maybe I'm just angry cuz im a crappy writer...maybe I should stick to online diaries...o hell these suck too. lol. thats ok...wow i have about thirty seconds left. woohoo. actually it is time for me to leave...sadly...well more later because i haven't written in forever...so talk to ya all lata....&lt;br /&gt;~Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-93511546?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/93511546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/93511546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93511546' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-93219197</id><published>2003-04-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T20:45:20.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrr i wrote a whole nother blog thing and it didn't post it...that makes me angry...grrr. Well I have no idea what I wrote. All about homework and gay crap like that...so I guess it's a good thing It didn't get posted. Cuz then you'd have to listen to it. Lalala. Theres nothing interesting to talk about. My life is so boring. You have no idea. I went to karate last night and we did ground training and there was a really hot guy there. And yay! lol. So I was entertained. And we both said Michael Jordan at the same time. Woah! Maybe we're like- meant to be!! Haha maybe not. Who knows. I don't. There was another really hot guy named Adam that went there but he's gone too. Sooooo looks like I'm screwed. Yeah Lilly said my speech sucks the hope out of people in the beginning. Like Death...no she didn't say the like death part but I just felt like saying it cuz its fun. I'm glad this doesn't have spell check because there would be a lot of little red squiggly lines under words in this. woohoo...this is the most boring blogger i think I have written so far. i tried reading some of the recently noticed bloggers but they were really boring. they  need some interesting ones on there...like mine...hehe just kiddin...well anyways i think i'm gonna go for now unless i develop a life in 2 hours...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-93219197?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/93219197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/93219197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93219197' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92970091</id><published>2003-04-20T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:43:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe that's why I get mad at myself so often....? hmm...something to ponder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92970091?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92970091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92970091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92970091' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92970072</id><published>2003-04-20T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:42:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I repeat...stupid people make me angry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92970072?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92970072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92970072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92970072' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92970036</id><published>2003-04-20T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:41:33.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid people...celebrating 420...out getting drunk and high when they could be celebrating Easter. Hmm....Pot or Candy...Tough choice...*rolls eyes* Stupid people make me angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92970036?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92970036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92970036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92970036' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92964368</id><published>2003-04-20T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T21:19:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter! Well...so much for not getting candy. I got a SHITLOAD of chocolate and crap like that. It's horrible. Talk about puking for a month at least. I have already eaten some Sour Patch Kids and a See's Peanut Butter egg...OOOOOO man I'm gonna barf. I have an iron stomach, and even &lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;couldn't down all that candy without losing it! It's horrible. This Easter I made out like a bandit! I got $70.00 in cash. We do this family thing every year where my parents and my Aunt Sandy fill plastic easter eggs with money and hide them around the house. Then me and my brother (yes...I have to call him that...they force me to do it) look for them around the house. I got $50, but since I'm such a nice person I gave my brother $10 cuz he only had 20...then my dad gave him ten so he ended up with the same ammount as me. The scary part about all this is that he's 4 years older then me! Sad isn't it...when the younger people end up with more money. *tears*...great for me though! Which reminds me of a really funny joke I heard...well not really a joke...but here it is...A guy walks into a bar. OUCH!!! lol just kidding. Here it is for real this time: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colon. Need I say more?"&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Rock-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me laugh hysterically. I need a spell check on this thing. I'm debating whether or not to call Jared. He really pissed me off, but as much as I hate to say it...I miss the guy. lol. He lied to me though....it made me angry. Oh well...I'll eventually break down and call. Until then I can bore you with stories of my screwed up emotions...or not. We could just scratch that all together. Yeah...I like that idea. But then it leaves me nothing to bore you with. I went to church this morning too. This guy got up to sing and it was HORRIBLE. It was all I could do to not bust up laughing. Same with this old lady. LMAO it was so funny. But I shouldn't laugh at old people...It's not nice...:X....LMFAO! O sorry couldn't hold it in. Today I was really lazy...I felt so anti-social...which isn't the best way to feel on Easter since all your relatives come over to visit and bug the shit out of you. I just realized that I have to go do something else besides be here...because I'm really getting bored here...more lata&lt;br /&gt;~ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92964368?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92964368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92964368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92964368' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92913202</id><published>2003-04-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T19:22:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, dinner's over. I have no life because I write in this thing MULTIPLE times every day...(as if someone will actually come along and read these and think, "hey, this girl's really interesting!" or something...HA yeah right). It's extremely sad. I think I need to do something about that...like maybe win a million dollars and go out and spend it...that would give me something to do. I want some ice cream really bad...I wonder if I can sneak some in the computer room while my dad isn't looking. I usually can unless my brother opens his big mouth. I really don't like my brother. He is soooooooooooooooooooo annoying. If you agree with me (that siblings are annoying) please raise your hand. *raises hand* yes...Sadly I'm talking to myself here. Answering my own questions. *Tears* I need a life...I'm going to go cry in a corner...(while I eat some ice cream)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92913202?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92913202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92913202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92913202' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92912267</id><published>2003-04-19T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T18:56:33.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have had absolutely nothing to do all day. I went to a tanning booth with Makenzie. It was a little weird. Not at all what I expected. But I wont go into detail. Then I colored Easter eggs with my mom. I think its a way of her trying to "bond" with me...so I just act like I'm having tons of fun for her sake...it's not that I hate it...Oh I dont know. I colored eggs with my mom. I'll just leave it at that. Tomorrow is Easter...My mom said I got good stuff in my basket (yes, we still do those) so I'm pretty excited. Then again...her idea of good stuff might not be quite the same as my idea of good stuff. Either way it's stuff. I hope its not a bunch of chocolate and candy. I don't need anymore crap making my skin all yucky. Oh well...put cake in front of a fat kid...I just hope they don't buy it period...because if they do, I can't just let it go to waste! All that perfectly good candy! Anyways, gotta go. Dinner!   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92912267?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92912267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92912267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92912267' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92877470</id><published>2003-04-18T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T23:42:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damnit! screw that...all i wanted was for you to visit a stinkin website...but NOOOOO that's too hard to ask....god (stupid links aren't working)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92877470?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92877470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92877470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92877470' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92877271</id><published>2003-04-18T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T23:29:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am...sitting alone at my computer...typing in this thing...yet again...with nothing to do. It's 11:22 and the night is young...so am I. Ok...never again. Sarah Flower just told me a really funny joke...kind of...its not really a joke...its more of a "let's-make-fun-of-the-fat-kid" thing..."You're lagging like a fat kid on a nature hike." woohoo! I love you like a fat kid loves cake...if you're reading this then most likely you have read my AIM profile and that saying is on there...but I just thought that you would want to hear it again. OMG there's someone online. They just said hi to me. Maybe I'll be partially entertained now. I'm hoping nobody is reading these, because then I would feel really bad. I mean, this is pure hell, sitting there...reading these...listening to me pour out my life-touching stories about doing people's hair. Damn. I'm the most boring person I have EVER met...I mean, Daria may be monotone...but she's probably more interesting then I am...Which is really sad to say. I just watched one of those...and it was REALLY funny. You have to watch it to think it's funny...her voice just makes it better. Anyways...enough rambling on about t.v. It just proves how much of a loser I am because I have nothing better to do on a Friday night. I could sit here and write I HATE JARED sixty times...then again maybe not. His name doesn't deserve to  be written here. Asshole. I wanna hurt him. But enough about that...This is probably enough period but I have nothing better to do sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....Oh hell...I'll come back later when I find something more interesting to say/talk about...so buh bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92877271?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92877271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92877271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92877271' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92871599</id><published>2003-04-18T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T20:54:32.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well anyways...today is a really boring day. Kind of. I went over to Danielle's. I helped her fill these plastic eggs with candy and then on easter her cousins will run around and look for them. Yeah let's just say there's a LOT of candy in those eggs. Enough to make you puke for probably a week straight, not exaggerating. Now Makenzie is on the phone with me making really weird noises...I think she's trying to be a dog...but God knows. Anyways, back to my amazing life. (haha or not) From 12-3 we were supposed to be all quiet because it's Good Friday (the friday Jesus died) and he died on the cross between 12 and 3. We weren't quiet though. We were throwing candy at each other and stuff. Her little brother pegged me in the head with a piece of candy...it hurt. Then I straightened Danielle's hair. It looked so pretty. I'm gonna do it for her on Tuesday so it will be all straight for the first day of school. Then we went and saw Malibu's Most Wanted. That was probably the gayest movie I have EVER seen in my ENTIRE life. I don't ever wanna see it again. It was about this white guy trying to be black. Yeah....that about sums it up. Has "GAY" written all over it... but I don't know... Danielle wanted to see it so I did. Jared and Brent were being freakisly loud though. It was annoying. Anyways...I have to get off because my parents are being really gay. It's so annoying. They are like- oh, five minutes *rolls eyes* why can't they just leave me alone? (Or get me my own computer...either way) OOOOOOOOOOOk more later...maybe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92871599?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92871599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92871599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92871599' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294880.post-92823931</id><published>2003-04-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T23:12:11.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This little online thing's pretty nifty. I might actually keep a diary thing for once since I can type about fifty times faster then I can write. I don't have the time or patience to write in a real diary. Ok- strike that. I just don't have the patience. AAAAAAAnyways... Today was very...interesting. I just got back from Redding. Me and mom rode there and back on one of those Greyhound busses....yeah...never doin that again. On the way there, a lady had like, shit on her butt and really dirty socks (no shoes) and there was a guy in front of us with these metal rings on his middle fingers with little points sticking up on them. It was like he was permanently flipping off the world. I'd say a little anger management therapy would be needed there. The way back wasn't so bad, except for I think the driver had a pencil shoved up his ass or something because he was really being a bastard. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Lilly for showing me this... lol. And yes, I am insane. Just in case you were wondering. So I'm home now and I'm pretty bored. When you go on trips you always wish you were home...then you get home and wish you were back there. I don't even get it...I'll have to think about that one. One of life's meaningless questions that never need to be asked,  but stupid people like me bring them up anyways. I finished my graduation speech too. I hope I get to speak, but judging from how well I separate my paragraphs it's not lookin the greatest. NO FAIR Lilly you can't help Cass! lol. Don't expect crap from me every day in this thing because I'm not THAT bored...I do have a life you know...Ok maybe I don't, but I figure that T.V. and the phone are good enough to call a life. I mean, how would the computer feel if I spent all my time on the phone or watching T.V.? They all need equal attention. OMFG that was probably the gayest thing I think I have EVER said in my ENTIRE life and I'm never talking again. That was so unnecessarily stupid, so I guess this means that my first "Blog" thingy is done and overwith...or you better hope so...for your sake.That was like going to hell and back again now wasn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294880-92823931?l=harmonyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92823931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294880/posts/default/92823931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmonyblog.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92823931' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12315224657116290757</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></entry></feed>
