<?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-3260581</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:49:16.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has potential..</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260581.post-82883935</id><published>2002-10-12T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T09:59:42.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here we are again.  Mid October.  Let's see, soccer-we lost to Palmer (3-2) So now we're in 2nd for league.  But we'll come back and beat them next Friday.  But, we are in 2nd for Division, which rocks.  The only team ahead of us is E. Longmeadow.  And not to be putting my own team down, but there is no way we can possibly beat them.  So that's that.  We had a night game last night against Chicopee Comp-we won 5-0. After the game, i went to bickfords with Wes and Jaime Grennals.  It was fun.  Then i came home.. and slept.  Now i'm up, cause i have to take Owen and Tilly to the vet in a bit.  It may be a problem that i don't know where Tilly is... hm.  Then Britt is coming over so we can finish our history project.  Which i doubt we'll do. ha.  Then i think i may go to the mall, because i really need a belt.  I lost one, and the other one broke, so i'm outta luck.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm off to find Tilly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Audra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-82883935?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/82883935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/82883935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82883935' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-82290415</id><published>2002-09-29T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T18:50:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no update.  Not too much has happened.  I spent this weekend at UMASS with my brother.  Something i'd rather no get into.  Let's just say it was a very awkward experience.  Everything about it.  I don't want to talk about it, because I don't want to think about it... But what else has happened... I got a new laundry basket.   Soccer-always a good topic.  We're tied for first (i think) in our league, and possibly our division.  We are undefeated with only one tie.  Go us.  Tuesday's a big game-we'll be playing the team we're tied with for the first time this season.  dun dun dun.  I have 6 shut-outs under my belt, and hoping for more.  So thats my life up to now.  At the moment, i am supposed to be writing a 5 page paper and doing my spanish homework, but i am instead sitting online, updating this thing that no one reads, petting Owen who is falling asleep on my lap, and talking to a new friend named Al. Perhaps i'll go write my paper for a bit. See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: I have a headache...&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Bruce Springsteen - The Rising... fabulous album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-82290415?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/82290415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/82290415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82290415' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-81584445</id><published>2002-09-14T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T00:57:50.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too bad of a day.  It was my birthday, and of course lots of people forgot.  But that's allright.  Practice was actually fun.  Then i met Joey at the mall and shopped and what not.  He got my this jewlery box that says "Molly My Love 9-13-02"  It's really pretty.  I love it.  Then we had dinner and headed over to VTG to see Timothy.  And what a pleasent time that was.  Tyler and Al were there, so the 5 of us tore it up in the parking lot before heading back inside.  Tim got me a wicked cool diary with a lock on it.  Then after Seibert showed up, the three of us headed to Bickfords, because Tyler had to work.  And then i flew home.  I only broke a few laws tonight... ran 2 red lights (only one on purpose), jumped a curb, and raced some guy in a mountaneer down route 20.  So that was my day.  We won't get in to the bad parts.. since there always are a few, and it's my birthday and i don't like being down on my bday. And this is my effin blogger, i can say whatever the hell i want.  No one asked you to read.. Right, the uhh.. two people that read it? :)&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Opeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-81584445?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/81584445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/81584445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81584445' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-81264873</id><published>2002-09-06T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T23:46:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decent day.  We to the mall with Sam and Joey tonight.  I bought incense, giant incense, and a "smokin' bottle".. better known as an incense bottle.  I also bought Joey a cd, had dinner, bought a Toblerone (the best chocolate in the world), and sunglasses.  Rock on. So i'm in the process of filling my room with the wonderful smell.. or SCENT of sandlewood as we speak.. well, as i type.  But now i'm off.. maybe to read, maybe to write, maybe to sleep.. don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: decent considering&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: They Might Be Giants - Whistling in the Dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-81264873?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/81264873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/81264873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81264873' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-81213149</id><published>2002-09-05T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T20:53:35.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Game #2 today.  Win #2 today.  Tuesday-first day of school.  Not too bad.  Tuesday night-6:30 pm Game 1 against Central.  Independent game, so a loss wouldn't hurt us, but a win would help.  They are in Div. 1.  We are not. We won 1-0. Wednesday-practice.  Dropped my car off to finally get the exhaust fixed.  Today-nothing special.  3:30 pm Game 2 against Frontier.  Also in Div. 1.  We kicked ass. 4-1.  Besides soccer, life sucks.  As always.  Family issues.. not up for discussing.  But that's that.  I have homework.  Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eih&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  They Might Be Giants - Particle Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-81213149?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/81213149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/81213149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81213149' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-80956578</id><published>2002-08-31T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:49:15.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning.  I am in a fabulous mood.  Let's see... Sam slept over Thursday night and we went to Kahunaville and saw a rockin band, and a drunk guy try to play bar/stool drums.  Then Friday she came with me to get my knee braces, and then we went to the mall to spend 500$ on my new camera.  It rocks.  It's a Minolta Maxxum 5/28-90mm.  It rocks.  So today i had soccer, and soon i'm going to shower and get ready to go to my coach's wedding (Yes, my soccer coach, and my assistant coach are getting married... Rock on!)  Then i'm going to work from 3-9.  Tomorrow i'm working, and Monday i'm working.  Then i have soccer, and after soccer we're all going to the coach's house for pizza and what not.  Then Tuesday is school and our first game.. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to play with my camera for a bit before i eat, shower, and go!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: surprisingly good&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Sarah McLachlan - Mirrorball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-80956578?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80956578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80956578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80956578' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-80850413</id><published>2002-08-28T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T21:51:53.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sam doesn't seem to think i posted.. so i post again. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-80850413?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80850413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80850413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80850413' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-80837096</id><published>2002-08-28T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T15:53:27.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  Less than a week until school.  I'm so far from being ready. Not excited at all.  So what's going on in my life?  Not a thing.  I had soccer today (as i have everyday for the past week.. and the next 2 months..).  I had a knee doctor appt today, and i found out i can still play!! :)  I just can't sprint-oh darn, and i have to be light on them.  I'm going friday to get my rockin knee braces. So hmm.. Sam's sleeping over tomorrow night. No soccer tomorrow morning, or at all on Friday! I got my car back, and it's fabulous-well.. as fabulous as a piece of sh*t can get.. I think it's time for a new car.  but ah well.. not too much under a grand for sale.. Hmm.. what else. Well Owen just woke up and is trying to eat the keyboard.. so i'm off. See ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Dave Matthews&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-80837096?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80837096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80837096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80837096' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-80688630</id><published>2002-08-25T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T10:12:54.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here i am, sitting around, enjoying life.  Let's see.. I haven't posted in a while, and much of the stuff that's happened doesn't matter too much.. So the important things... I hung out with Sam Peetros (from agawam, coming to STRHS), her brother Mike, and Shannon last weekend.  It was fun. Then, i got my car back-it was still broken, so we took it back.  I got it back again on Friday.  Here comes the fun part.  Saturday i had soccer (which by the way is hell.. better than last year, but still hell).  And during sprints, i definetly wrecked both my knees.  It hurts to walk, to sit, to straighten them, to bend them.  So I'm pretty much bed ridden for the day. So driving home from breakfast after soccer, my car decided (again.. for the 4th time this month), that it didn't want to work, so it broke down at the end of my road.  I had to walk up my hill, in the rain, carrying all my soccer stuff, crying in pain.  So then i got to work! But because of my car, i was late.  Which is fine, cause my bosses rock.  So, work wasn't too bad, but *someone* promised to visit me, and didn't.  And instead went to the arcade.  So here i am, without a car, without a friend, stuck in bed, with the cats.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i'm off, since i have soo many things i can do today.  Like watch movies.. and eat.. and play with the cats.   Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: faaaaaar from good&lt;br /&gt;Current Movie: The Big Lebowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-80688630?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80688630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80688630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80688630' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-80351660</id><published>2002-08-17T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T03:17:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well let's see... I hung out with my dear friend Tyler the other day.  We went up to Northampton and had dinner at Fitzwilly's(?) and then got ice cream at Herrel's.  It was great.   Wednesday, while driving home from work, my car died.  So it is again, in the shop.  Being stuck in the middle of NOWHERE with no phone, no car, and no cash ROCKS!  Thank god for nice people who live across the street.  They let me call Triple A, tried to fix my car, and then gave me a ride home.  Today i worked, and then Tom and I had some fabulous pizza (3 meat, stuff crust:))  Tomorrow I'm working again, as well as Sunday.  BUT Sunday night i'm supposed to spend the night at Sam's house (so we can make our tie-dye onezies).  Then Monday night i may spend the night at Amard's house.  And then Wednesday is physicals, and Thursday is day one of hell.. bootcamp.. nazi training... soccer.  Whichever name you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm just sitting here, at 3am watchin That Thing You Do (Best movie ever!!), eating honey roasted peanuts, drinking red juice, and chatting with Tyler about how Vin Desiel owes us money, because he's just plain awful.&lt;br /&gt;Well i suppose i'm off.  Maybe to get some sleep.. probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: ick&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: That Thing You Do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-80351660?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80351660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80351660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80351660' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-80186589</id><published>2002-08-13T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T10:56:51.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, it's only been a few days since my last post.  But i forgot to mention things in the last post.  Well, two (?3) weeks ago my dad, Tom, and Megan (Tom's "friend") went to see Santana.  It rocked.  There's not much more I can say about it.  Best concert i've ever attended. &lt;br /&gt;So yesterday around 5, i went to Shannons house to give her her birthday gift.  It's a collage of pictures, quotes, ticket stubs, and a poem i wrote all framed.  She seemed to like it.  Then we just hung out there with Mike (her boyfriend) and read a very interesting book.  It's.. uh.. well written?  Not exactly something i would give anyone for their 16th birthday... Let's just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;So today is Toms birthday, and i'm not in the mood to be nice to him.  The first thing he said to me today is "Get you're stuff out of my room by the end of the day" and then left.  Screw him.  It's not something thats THAT easy to do!  Ah well.  &lt;br /&gt;Joey comes home today.  Which doesn't mean much, cause i can't see him anyways.  But at least he'll be in the same state as me again!  Well i'm off to find some food and what not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Queen - The Prophet's Song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-80186589?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80186589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80186589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80186589' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-80122899</id><published>2002-08-11T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T23:57:21.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's definetly been a while since my last post.  Not too much has happened.  Work is pretty much always the same, home life is pretty much always the same. Some days worse, some days better.  Joey's on vacation, so i can't talk to him as much as i'd like... considering i haven't seen him in 2 months, phone as been our only means of conversing.  And that's cut short.  Along with Tom being a jerk about the phone.  &lt;br /&gt;So i've been semi-busy cleaning and what not.  Tom and i are switching rooms (Finally! A room with NORMAL WINDOWS!!)  So that's taking up a lot of my free time.  And i have a LOT of free time.  So all i really do with that time is eat, sleep, read, write, and clean.  I'm rarely home alone anymore, so playing piano and singing have been out of the question.  I've been taking a lot of pictures too.  A few days (days..weeks... what's the difference) ago when we had a pretty big storm (thunder/lightening/high winds/downpours... etc) i sat by the window trying to get a picture of lightening.  50 pictures, 4 batteries, and 2 hours later my patience finally paid off.. with one photo.  It's a semi-decent picture.  But i am quite proud of it.  It's a hard thing to do-photograph lightening-without the correct equipment.  I'm not saying my camera is bad-it's just not made to photograph split-second objects. &lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. time for some reading. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-80122899?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80122899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/80122899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80122899' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-79243706</id><published>2002-07-22T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T07:30:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was an interesting night.  Tom and i went out with some friends we met from work (Una, Smita, Josh, Kate, and Rose).  We went up to North Hampton and just kinda walked around and sat talking in the "park" on Gothic Street.  Then, i guess it was Rose's friends' birthday, so we went to Stop n Shop and bought her a cake and a package of Depends (diapers for the elderly).  So when we got to Maleena (?)'s house, we all walked in singing a song about a hammer, wearing birthday hats, bearing cake and diapers.  Una, of course, was the first to put one on.  AND the first to actually test it out.  Yes, she peed in a diaper.  Smita was still wearing hers when we left, and even after they dropped Tom and I off.  It was a fun night.  First time i've been out in a while.  And Tuesday, we're going to a small concert of some sort at the camp they work at, and Wednesday, Tom and I and maybe some of them, are going to see Delvic(Eric Clark) and various other bands.  But i have to work Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday 6-2.  Saturday 7-3, and Sunday 8-4.  So now, i'll have all sorts of money, but no way of spending it.  Considering the concert at the camp is free, and it's only a few bucks to get in to the Delvic show. Maybe i'll go shopping again.. I need some more shirts, and maybe pants.  And DEFINETLY a bag-not a purse, a bag.  Something bigger than the one i have now, classier than the one i have now, but not something too girly, or too dressy that i have to always dress nicely with.. get it? Nah, i'm not picky.  So i'm in a semi-decent mood tonight.. considering the circumstances of the past month. And the fact that i haven't really talked to Joey since friday (i miss you!!).  But i guess going out with people other than immediate family was a good thing. Nothing against Tom, but for the past month, my life has revolved around him and my mother.  Which, let me tell you, is not THAT grand of an experience.  Perhaps people could call me! Take me out of my house!! ha. right.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way.. I've got pictures of the Diaper Fiasco. &lt;br /&gt;Well, i suppose i'm off to watch some movies.  And since i don't have to work in the morning, i'll be up for a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Allright&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Television - Cops theme song. (Ya know, "Bad Boys")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-79243706?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/79243706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/79243706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79243706' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-79095846</id><published>2002-07-18T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T01:43:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another random post.  Nothing good to say. I miss my old life.. The one of just a few months ago.  When i could smile and mean it.  When i could really be happy, and not have anything to worry about. What ever happened to that life?  I hope its not gone forever.  I hope the people in that life don't forget about me. Sometimes i'm afraid they will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Shit.. Crap.. &lt;br /&gt;Curret Music: Opeth - Harvest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-79095846?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/79095846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/79095846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79095846' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-79057900</id><published>2002-07-17T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T05:30:33.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's 5:30 in the morning, and i'm getting ready for work.  I'm exhausted though--i had a game last night (but i barely touched the ball..) And then i stayed up until around 11:30 waiting for *someone* to call, because they said they would.  But anyways.. Now i'm here, eating a bowl of captain crunch and dreading the 20 minute drive to work, where there will either be tons of stuff to do, or nothing at all to do.  This is again, another pointless entry, as are most.  Nothing of any excitement happens in my life, especially as of late.  It really gets to you after a while.. Life that is.  But hey, not much i can do about that.  Well, i'm off to work now. If i don't leave now, i'll be pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Crap&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: In Flames-Pallar Anders Visa.. Greatest song ever written&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-79057900?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/79057900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/79057900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79057900' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-78997988</id><published>2002-07-15T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T21:45:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i'm still under house arrest, which sucks.  I haven't really done much of anything in the past month (besides work and soccer) and i don't expect to do anything in the coming months of summer. But thats allright.. Lots of old movies and made for tv movies will make time go by fast.  I'm not really sure why i'm making an update.. It's kind of useless.. Considering that not only few people read this, but that i have nothing of any interest to say..&lt;br /&gt;This past month-of not seeing Joe at all, has really redefined how i feel about him.  My home life has been worse than awful lately, and even though i haven't seen him, he's stood by me more than imaginable. I just wish that there was a way i could show him how much i appreciate him, and everything he's done for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: So far from good.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Theater of Tragedy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-78997988?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/78997988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/78997988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78997988' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-78360316</id><published>2002-06-29T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-29T17:02:37.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's been quite awhile.  Nothing really has happened.  Other than me being under house arrest-for reasons i cannot get into.  Oh, and my car died.  My brothers was in the shop for a while, so we went to get it on Wednesday.  So after i dropped him off at the shop, i left to get gas and then go home.  Well, i didn't make it home.. It died on the side of the road.  Thank god Tom drove by.  We had to push it into an empty parking lot and call triple A-which we had to wait an hour for.  Then after they put it on the tow truck, and everythign was said and done, it was 4:45--and i had to meet for my game at 4:30.. hmm.  So we had to rush home, get my things, rush back down and go to the game.  Which we lost 1-0. Stupid game.  I love how people on my team don't know how to play soccer.  Not that I'm any better... Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday i went to NYC with Kristin, Jason and Karen to see Rent on Broadway.  It was phenomenal.  Absolutely fantastic!  I didn't get home until about 3:30am, ha. Friday, i worked from 3-9, and today i worked from 7-3.  Now, here i am, car-less, and stuck at home.  I may go rent a movie tonight.  Maybe get some pizza. &lt;br /&gt;Megan called me today--Tom's exgirlfriend, but still friend--And i guess her, her sister Jess, and another friend are going out for a day next week and want me to join them.  I haven't called her back yet, but hopefully i can go!  Now i could leave my house! Ha.. right. Well i'm off. I've got some more laundry to do, and i've got to finish cleaning my room.  What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: A little better than terrible&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Fiona Apple's new album&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-78360316?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/78360316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/78360316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78360316' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-78036390</id><published>2002-06-21T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T14:58:50.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been an interesting few days.  Let's see.. Wednesday Joe, Tyler and i went out to lunch at the Ground Round.  Then, after practice, the three of us went to the movies and saw The Bourne Identity.  Great movie.  Fantastic movie.  Thursday i slept a whole lot, and then Carrie came over.  She's here from Florida for a week or two.  We went to the movies with Kristin and saw Bad Company.  That was the first time in about 9 months that i've hung out with girls.  It was fun.  So i woke up at around 8 this morning, Carrie left soon after that, and then i left and finally got my braces off.  I am so glad they're finally off.  I've only been waitin 4 years..&lt;br /&gt;So tonight i have to go back and get my retainer-woohoo! And then i've got a game, which i just remembered about.  Perhaps after that i'll go out with Tim and Tyler, and possibly Joe, but i think he's busy.  But for now, i'm off.  Maybe to watch another movie or something.  Bbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: okay.. headache.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: No Doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-78036390?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/78036390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/78036390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78036390' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-77905767</id><published>2002-06-18T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T17:27:28.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finals suck.. but they're over.  School sucks.. but that's over.  Braces suck.. but those i've still got, even if for only a few more days.  Today was the official last day of school, but i didn't go.  We weren't going to do anything anyways.   So i woke up around 11, went to Joeys house for the afternoon, and now here i am: sitting around, eating gross poptarts, warm pink lemonade, and trying to figure out if i'm getting another migraine.  I've had a headache (off and on.. mostly on) for about 2 weeks straight now, and i'm REALLY not liking it.  It's worked it's way into my eyes, so when i look at things i get stabbing pains all throughout my eyes and forehead.  It's definetly fun.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i may go visit Tyler, or find Carrie.  I think she's still in town, but she never called me.  I talked to her Thursday, but we never hung out Friday as we planned, and i haven't heard from her since.  &lt;br /&gt;Well i'm off.. maybe take a nap.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Countdowns- &lt;br /&gt;Removal of Braces: 3 total (6.21) &lt;br /&gt;End of School: ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: crap&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Rent - Disc 2 - What You Own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-77905767?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77905767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77905767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77905767' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-77823433</id><published>2002-06-16T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T19:59:34.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For once, Life is decent.  I know that's not saying much, but considering the past few months, things have been pretty okay.  Work is decent. I've gotten 28$ in tips in 2 days.  I know, for you "professional waiter/ess' that's not much at all.  But this place is in TOLLAND.  When the place is packed-it means there's 5 tables. But hey, that's allright.  Let's see... Friday i went to the mall with Mike, then i drove around for a few hours, Joey came over at about 9:30, Saturday i went to work for 7.. Didn't get home until about 3:30.  Upon that time, i talked to Tyler, who by the way was just recently involved in a car accident.  He's okay though.  A semi-serious head wound, but he's going to be fine.  So Joey and i headed to the mall and then back to his house to watch movies.  As luck would have it, as soon as the movie ended, Wes called with news of another accident.  This time it was our dear Mike of Tempus Mori.  I guess he hit a telephone pole.  Besides some facial wounds, he's allright. &lt;br /&gt;So i worked again today, Joey came over for dinner, and now here i am.  Just doing a little chatting with my now invalid friend Tyler, before i go to study for finals tomorrow.  Spanish and Algebra.  Spanish shouldn't be too bad.  Algebra will most likely suck, but hey, what can ya do.   But after tomorrow, i'm done.  Well, technically i have to go Tuesday, just because it's a day of school, but i've only been absent once this year, so i'm in the clear!&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm off to make some pink lemonade, and perhaps give my dad his gifts... Which happen to be "George Foreman 's Big Book of Grilling, Barbecue, and Rotisserie" and "The Rolling Stones; It's Only Rock and Roll: Song by Song"&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... Depending on the price, i may go see The Stones with Joe and his dad in September.  Joey's dad has an extra ticket, and my dad said he'll pay half of it so i can go :)  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm really going this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Countdowns- &lt;br /&gt;Removal of Braces: 5 total (6.21) &lt;br /&gt;End of School: 2 school days, 2 total (6.18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Decent&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: A mix'd CD of Opeth, Nightwish, Theater of Tragedy, and The Gathering :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-77823433?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77823433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77823433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77823433' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-77708542</id><published>2002-06-13T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T15:27:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while since i've updated.  And after being yelled at by a few readers (okay.. the only 2 people who know i exist..) i figured i would update.  Not too much has been happening.. same old shit, just a different day.  I finally found a job.. The High Country General Store in Tolland.  It's only 20 minutes from my house.  It seems like a neat job--6.75$ an hour, paid lunch, no paid vacations.  I will wait tables, cook, food prep, and work the counter.  I get free restaurant food (nothing from inventory), and the boss is wicked nice.  I start Saturday (7-3).&lt;br /&gt;What else?  I finally convinced Mr McIver that i cannot take his final, so as long as i write an outline on a chapter, then i'm all set.  I have my chorus final tomorrow.. the writing will be quite easy, but the singing.. oh boy.  9-note scale and a quartet.  I can't sing for crap.  Monday i have my spanish and algebra finals.  Spanish should be easy, bnut algebra... oh man.  At least it's multiple choice :)&lt;br /&gt;Carrie's in town.. she was supposed to come to school today, but since it was last day before finals, mr miller wouldn't let her. I may stop by Ashley's house tonight to see her, or maybe tomorrow after finals.   I've gotta go to the mall to get my dad a fathers day gift.. i have no idea what he likes..  Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose thats enough of an update.  I've got too many things to do right now... such as clean my car, clean the cat room, write a paper for chorus, and outline a chapter.. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Countdowns- &lt;br /&gt;Removal of Braces: 8 total (6.21) &lt;br /&gt;End of School: 3 school days, 5 total (6.18) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: NEW NIGHTWISH! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-77708542?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77708542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77708542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77708542' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-77265515</id><published>2002-06-02T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T20:05:31.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been some time since i last posted.  I can't say that it is result of my exciting social life.  It's more because i'm lazy.  Let's see.. Where has this past week left me.. Well, Senior check out was friday, and of course they wrote on all the cars, leaving me in udder confusion as to what "c-team" is. I went to Joe's directly from school, and we went to his dads house to give him his truck.  We then went to the mall for a bit, where we saw Mr. Philip Bonk, whom i have not seen in quite some time.  We then rented Muholland Dr and watched it with my brother.  All of us were VERY confused.  I could not begin to say what the movie was about, because i don't know.  Saturday was pretty boring.. I spent most of the day cleaning my room.  But then Tom and I went to Providence, RI for a Martin Sexton concert.  If you don't know who Martin Sexton is, you should.  It was quite an adventure to get there.  First, where the directions said to take a right onto the turnpike, we took the right, but we ended up on a normal road at some gas station.  Turns out we should've gone left.. damn yahoo.  So then we finally get to providence and the directions say to take a right.  Apparently that's not allowed.  So we had to go straight.  Where we wanted to pull a U-turn, signs told us not to. So we went straight some more.  And we found a place to pull a u-turn, but we had to go through a one-way street... the wrong way.  So we did, and we get back to where we needed to be (the first right... now should be a left) and there are signs saying "no left turns".  So we went right, pulled another u-turn and went straight.  Finally on the street we wanted.  The next instruction was to turn left.  Another sign saying "no left turns" So we went straight and asked a taxi driver where the club was.  He laughed and gave us directions.  So to get from point A to point B, we had to go from A to Z, then to F, and finally to B.  Crazy town of Providence.  So we get to the club- "Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel".  Nice place. And we meet up with some of Tom's friends from school and enjoyed the musical stylings of Martin Sexton.  We didn't get home until around 3am, and i went to sleep almost immediately.  But the cats decided that wasn't okay, so Owen and Tilly sat on me until i woke up.  &lt;br /&gt;Today was Melissa's (joe's sister) graduation party at the new golf course.  It was nice.  I feel bad that i didn't get her anything, but i have 0$.  But i finally got a speed pas (for gas at mobil) so i won't have to pay for gas anymore.  Tom has had it since he got his license.. 4 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;No luck on finding a job yet. Still waiting for Big Y to call back.  They probably won't.  Ah well.. i'll keep looking.  But it's time for bed... yes i know it's only 8pm, but i'm tired. Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Countdowns- &lt;br /&gt;Removal of Braces: 19 total (6.21) &lt;br /&gt;End of School: 12 school days, 16 total (6.18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-77265515?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77265515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/77265515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77265515' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76856229</id><published>2002-05-22T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T17:43:16.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty decent week.  The seniors voted on their graduation song in chours, and they decided on Seasons of Love from Rent, and as you know, i am obsessed with Rent, so that's cool.  Mrs. Murphey stopped me in the hall today to ask me to be the yearbook/newspaper photographer for next year and senior year, and to take pictures for graduation and the awards ceremony this year.  I am quite excited.  Photography is my love! Rent(which i may go see in Boston in June), photography, and writing.. that's my life :)  So that's pretty cool.  The cats are finally beginning to open up to me now.  Owen jumps up when i go into the mud room and gets all excited.  I think he just wants me to give him treats.  Tilly's still a bit weary but she's starting to get better.  She let me pet her today and she purred. That was nice.  Kelly came over after school to see them today.. she's in love, haha.  Then we went to her house for a bit.  Britt and Justing stopped by yesterday to see them.  They're cool.  I'll get the pictures up soon.  The only thing bad so far this week (besides biology..) is that i've barely gotten to talk to Joey.  But i'm sure i'll get to see him tomorrow, or possibly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I finally updated my "Free Write" Blog.  I haven't done that in months.  I've written, just never posted it, so there's one new one.  I've got a bunch to post, but i haven't decided if i will or not.  I may take down the poetry/stories page on my webpage, since it's kinda cheezy and i'm not a very good poet.  I'm much more confident in my stories than i am in my poems.  But no one ever reads either, so i guess it's okay.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Time to finish math homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Decent&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Rent :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76856229?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76856229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76856229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76856229' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76777839</id><published>2002-05-20T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T20:38:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well last week totally sucked, but that's allright.. It's over now. No more MCAS!! unless, of course, i failed, ha.  So this past weekend was pretty cool.  Friday night i hung out with Joey and Jake, we went to costco and the mall, that was fun.  Saturday i hung out with Joey and we made dinner.  It was.. well, interesting.  It could have been worse :)  Saturday morning i got my kittens.  Brother and sister, they're only two months old.. Owen (boy) and Tilly (girl).  They are absolutely adorable.  I have pictures but i won't have them online for some time.  I'll put up a link as soon as i get motivated enough.  Don't hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm still searching for a job.  I applied at the new mrs murpheys, and got an application at vermont sandwhich company, both of which are at the new texaco station.  I really hope i get hired somewhere soon.  I'm going to TJMaxx and stuff again.  Hopefully they'll decide to like me again.  Ah well.  I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: better&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Dead Can Dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76777839?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76777839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76777839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76777839' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76553625</id><published>2002-05-14T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T19:16:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really at my last straw.  Perhaps because it's "that time of the month". Although it is much worse than ever before.  I'm sure you all wanted to know about that (all two of you who read this...). It's MCAS week and after day one, i give up.  I can't stand to sit in a room for two hours filling in BUBBLES.  And then go to class afterwards.  I think it would be fair for us to get to go home after testing.. not only because it's school, but because no one is in the mood to go to class after taking tests.. tests that determine whether or not you graduate.  I mean, everyone else gets to come in late, while we still have to wake up early and spend the entire day there.  By friday i think everyone will either kill themselves or one another.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i've just been having a bad week (okay.. so just two days..).  I couldn't get ahold of Joey last night, or so far today, and all i want to do is talk to him.  I woke up at 2am crying in pain, and i called him.. but of course he was not there.  I was going to stop by his house after school today, because i had an hour before the track meet started, and i didn't feel like going home.  But of course he was not there.  So i came home, slept for an hour, and came back for the meet.  It was okay, but now i miss track.  That's the first meet i've been to since i quit, and it's also their last meet.  So i guess that's it. I'm going to go wallow in pain now.. since i have no midol or anything of the sort.  I love being poor and having parents who care...ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Countdowns-&lt;br /&gt;Removal of Braces: 38 total (6.21)&lt;br /&gt;End of School: 24 school days, 35 total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: trying to imagine if it could get worse... and if it will, just shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: The Gathering - great music. AMAZING music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76553625?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76553625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76553625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76553625' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76490839</id><published>2002-05-13T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T06:39:44.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Countdowns-&lt;br /&gt;Removal of Braces: 40 total&lt;br /&gt;End of School: 29 school days, 37 total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: crap&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76490839?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76490839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76490839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76490839' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76457752</id><published>2002-05-12T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T09:12:51.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday night was much cooler than i thought.  I met Joey, Tyler and Jake at the mall and we shopped for some mothers day gifts.  Then we had some food and departed.  I came home and was in bed by 10 (i know, whatta loser).  Saturday was allright.  I woke up at about 8:30 to the sounds of my father sawing wood outside my window.  Not just sawing.. CHAINsawing.  it was pleasent.  Then i went to Joey's house and we headed over to Jakes to view a video he made Friday night.  It was perhaps the most screwed up, hilarious thing i have ever viewed.  Oh, Joey bought Epil Stop n Spray at the "As Seen on TV" store at the mall, so he decided to use it.  It's all on tape.  So now, his legs are less hairy then mine.. hmmm.. Anyways.   Then we came to my house, had some pizza and watched A.I.  I'm not sure what to think of it.  It was pretty good, but i was very angered at the fact that Stanely Kubrick was barely credited for it.. and he directed more than 50% of the movie.  Then Stephen Speilberg came along, and taking advantage of Kubrick's death, ruined the movie and got credit for it all.  Speilberg's a pussywimp.  A horrible director.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... So now it's about 9am, and i'm on my way to church (not by choice.. as most of you know of my religious beliefs).  Speaking of which.. If you talk to me regularly or have been keeping up with my blog for quite some time, you'll know that i was at one point, thinking of myself as a Wicca.  I'm not.  MY religion doesn't have a name.  If you were to give it a name-that would be it, because thats the closest to my beliefs.. but not completely.&lt;br /&gt;Time for hell.. i mean church.  I wonder if Fatherhallahan is going to tell us all we're going to hell again..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired.. pain.. eh..&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76457752?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76457752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76457752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76457752' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76406948</id><published>2002-05-10T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T15:32:17.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight's prom night.  And i am a lonely buger.  All of my friends (amard.) are going to Prom.  Joey's going to a friends house, so i believe tonight i'll rent some movies and whatnot.  I may meet a friend-Tyler-at the mall, cause we both need to buy Mother's Day Gifts.  Except i'm on an extremely tight budget.  I get 10$ for allowance today, but i have to save half of it for gas (still no job).  So 5$ for a mothers day gift isn't very good... Maybe i can hit my dad up for money..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can go to the mall tonight.  I could tomorrow with Joey.. but i have nothing to do today.  Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;So i suppose i'm gonna go.  Watch some television until the parents get home and i can get money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Opeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76406948?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76406948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76406948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76406948' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76285502</id><published>2002-05-07T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T21:30:03.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>28 days... just 28 more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76285502?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76285502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76285502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76285502' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-76186428</id><published>2002-05-05T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T12:25:59.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in quite some time.. A few things have happened since...  I have yet to find a job.  I'm going to call the places i've applied tomorrow, hopefully they'll want to hire me.  On Wednesday i recieved a package of books from an "anonymous" person.  This person bought me 4 of the books that were on my wishlist at amazon.com.  He had wanted it to be anonymous, but the billing address appeared inside the package, so it was easy to figure it out (again, thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to Boston for our chorus and band competition.  It went allright... it was a long day though.  We didn't get home until about 1:30am.  We went on a "dinner cruise" and it was absolutely awful.  The chicken was too spicy to eat, the bread was on the verge of being stale, the plastic cups smelled like mildew, the ice was seawater and the soda was watered down.  The dj played the music everyone requested, but nobody would have liked it if i requested songs.  Because i would NOT have requested the spanish version of "Come on Over" by Christina Aguilera, or "Who Let the Dogs Out" by the Baha Men.   All in all the day was nothing special, but at least we didn't have to go to school.  So Saturday i went to Joey's house and we washed his car and went to the mall and bickfords for dinner.  We then watched Don't Say a Word starring Micheal Douglas.  It was a good movie.   So now, it's Sunday, and i'm pretty bored.   I've got a whole bunch of math homework to do, but whatever.  I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: decent&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Billy Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-76186428?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76186428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/76186428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76186428' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-75892967</id><published>2002-04-27T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-27T10:32:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i went to bonton with Amy yesterday.  I got interviewed for a job.  They guy said they had just hired 4 people, but usually 1 or 2 doesn't work out, and if that happens, i'll have a job.  He also wasn't sure if there were any openings in different departments in the store.  So I'm crossing my fingers.  Waiting to hear from TJ Maxx and Bonton.  Then Amard and i had some food at Applebees.  I had the best brownie.  Then later last night, Joey came over and we viewed some movies.  So now i'm awake, unfortunately.   Pete decided to lay an egg nice and early this morning, making lots of noise, causing me to wake up.  Poor Pete.  She's sitting on the egg right now... Little does she know-it won't hatch.  There's not Mr. Pete around to make it anything.  She's gonna attack me when i take it out, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So later today i'm going to JJ's in west springfield to get seom free ice cream.  Jason's working this afternoon and promised me ce cream :)  Then Joey and i are probably going to hang out again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungary... time for some bagels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired.. eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Paula Abdul and Janet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-75892967?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75892967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75892967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75892967' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-75828325</id><published>2002-04-25T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T20:52:21.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 3 of the search for work.  I turned in applications to TJ Maxx and the Westfield Deli.  I got applications for Old Navy and Toy Works, although neither is hiring at the moment.  I went to about 10 other places, all were dead ends.  I'm going to look in the newspaper tomorrow.  I took Joey with me on my hunt today-i think i bored him to death.. only talked to him about 5 minutes since i brought him home, ha.  Tomorrow's Friday.  I couldn't be happier.  School-eh whatever.  Come home, take a nap, then go to Joey's for a night of movies and food.  As is the usual Friday night.. but who can complain :)  Saturday i have to convince Joey to want to go to J.J's with me to visit Jason.  He has to work 2-6, so perhaps i'll take Joey to get ice cream there.  Oh wait.. i have no money... Or perhaps i'll go alone... and search for more jobs. &lt;br /&gt;Only 36 days left of school (not counting weekends and days off).  I don't think I can last that long.  And only 58 days until i get my braces off.  If you haven't guessed, i get REALLY bored in classes like spanish, biology, algebra.... dare i go on?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the doctors soon for my knees.  I've decided if my mom won't take me, i'll go on my own.  I don't want them to tell me bad things, but i want to know what the hell is wrong with me.  I mean, when you can barely walk somedays, you tend to question why.  Ah well.  Since it's almost 9, i'm going to go read or something and then sleep.  I need lots of sleep so i don't fall asleep during classes.  Teachers tend to look down upon that, but they do seem to enjoy giving out detentions for it.  Although i have yet to serve one.  Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Some more Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-75828325?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75828325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75828325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75828325' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-75787348</id><published>2002-04-24T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T20:02:37.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went job hunting today.  Alice and Joe came along, it was pretty fun.  Haven't found a job yet. Tomrrow i'm gonna go to a few places after school.  Perhaps stop at the mall.  I need a job pretty badly. I have like 15$ and it's not even mine.  I've seen a lot of Joey lately, which is cool.  Actually, i've seen him almost every day for the past week.  No complaints here.  We went to the mall the other day, and he bought me Dream Theater - Metropolis 2000 pt 2: Scenes from a Memory.  Incredible cd. My favorite at the moment.  In fact, i am listening to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;Only 36 days left of school.  I am so fed up with that place.  All the teachers, 99% of the people.  I hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;Well... i suppose i'm going to go and try to add to my list of places to apply to.  So far i've got 11 places.  I'll bet i won't get a job at any of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-75787348?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75787348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75787348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75787348' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-75702137</id><published>2002-04-22T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T17:58:38.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty rough day.  I had to quit track, i got a hole in my coat, i puked twice, and my car stalled 3 times.  Once while turning into a parking lot.  I had about 4 cars waiting for me to get it started again.  I'm going jobhunting tomorrow after my orthodontist appointment.  Hopefully someone's hiring. I need money really bad.  I got depressed today, so i went on amazon and put a bunch of things on my wish list.  $184 in books.. If any of you feel nice or anything... You're more than welcome to buy me anything.. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/wishlist/ref=cm_wl_topnav_wishlist/104-9618099-2074319"&gt;Wishlist&lt;/a&gt; I highly doubt i'll be buying anything soon though.  So please, don't hesitate to order things.&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm just sitting around, hoping for something exciting to happen.  I was supposed to go to lunch/dinner with Joey after school today, but he didn't have any gas, and my car's dieing.  So perhaps tomorrow we can go to dinner after my ortho, and then he can join me in finding a job. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm off.  Time to play some Spider Solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-75702137?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75702137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75702137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75702137' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-75510341</id><published>2002-04-17T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-17T13:01:20.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a few know, the past few weeks have.. well sucked.  But, now everything is back to normal-well, almost.  I have to quit track.. because of the what's been happening, and for personal reasons.  Such as the lack of fun, and the excess of pain. Ah well.  So everything should be fine in a few weeks.  Again, thank you to those who have been here for me during this.  You know who you are.... and who you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;So now, i'm just sitting around, watching a whole bunch of movies.  I was going to go to Boston with Amard today, but, no offense to her (no, i do not hate you :)) i didn't really feel like going, i just want to lay around and watch movies and what not.  Walking around Boston doesn't really appeal to me after a day like yesterday.   I just finished watching Analyze This with Billy Crystal and Robert De Niro.. pretty funny.   Now perhaps i will watch Johnny Depp as Edward Scissorhands.  And then maybe One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Tired, Weak, Pain.. but good&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Billy Joel - Piano Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-75510341?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75510341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/75510341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75510341' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-11269477</id><published>2002-03-29T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T23:28:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an interesting day.  I woke up around 9 and cleaned my room.  Including the bird cage and all the bird shit on the floor.  I am being forced to keep Pete locked in her cage now.  She is not happy, and neither am i.  So afterwards i watched Moulin Rouge and wandered around.  Around 3:30, Timothy and his brother picked me up and we headed to the airport, at which we sat around and listened to his brother try to tell us disgusting things.  Such as a 22 year old who wants to sleep with him.  He's 15... right.  Then we headed to eat, which we never made it to.. A small car accident.  No worries, no one's injured.  Except Tim's self-confidence.  We then headed to Tim's house and ordered food.  While eating, we got the pleasure of listening to Tim's drunk father ramble on about the etymology of grinder.. and every possible way to say grinder.  He also told us of his family tree.. stating matter of factly, that they are all dead.  He said numerous things that made me laugh.. Such as "Grinders don't exist in Florida.  We have subs.  A grinder is a thing that you, ya know, chop up meat with" and "I've got more poop than you"&lt;br /&gt;So now i am home, drinking some pink lemonade, milk, and oreos.  Perhaps i will sleep soon.  Perhaps i won't.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: decent&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Marilyn Monroe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-11269477?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11269477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11269477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11269477' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-11238912</id><published>2002-03-29T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T14:07:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well so i got my license.  That's about as good as the day got. I came home after school, only to have to go right back to school and sit around for 2 hours to take one mans picture.  Then i came home, and my mom tells me i can't drive because she's irresponsible and didn't switch the insurance like she said she would.  So then we went out to dinner and she just yelled at me the whole time for having a messy room and a bird and stuff.  Then she wouldn't let me spend the night at Amy's as i had planned.  But i went over there for a bit and watched a movie with Wes and her.  Of course, i slept through 90% of it.  Then i came home, only to talk to Joe and get in a nice fight.  I basically screwed myself over during that.  At the moment, Joe and Molly are no longer Joe and Molly.  I hope, with all my heart, that that does not last long.&lt;br /&gt;But to top off the day even more, 2 years ago today (well, yesterday now...March 28) My good friend Melissa Miller died.  She somehow contracted Bacterial Meningitis, and before the doctors knew and could give her treatment, she went into cardiac arrest.  She was gone before her mother could call the doctor.  Everyone who had come in contact with her in the week prior to her death, had to get a series of shots.  I, fortunatly, did not.  But that's besides the point. She left behind her parents, and 4 younger siblings.  She was a great person, and no one will ever forget her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: horrible&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Opeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-11238912?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11238912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11238912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11238912' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-11208131</id><published>2002-03-28T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T06:44:11.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30 minutes.  I go for my license in 30 minutes.  I am surprisingly nervous.  I never get nervous, especially not for driving.  But knowing my luck, it'll start raining or snowing in the middle of the test, or i'll get in the car and just completely forget how to drive, and i'll fail miserably.  Well... Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: hungary, tired, and nervous&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: some more Sarah Mclachlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-11208131?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11208131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11208131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11208131' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-11193054</id><published>2002-03-27T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T20:05:33.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty boring few days.  All i've done is track and pictures for Footloose.  If you go to my school, or i complain to you often, then you know what that is.  If you don't.. then i shall inform you...  Footloose is the spring musical at strhs (begins next thursday at 7).  Well i have taken photos of everyone in the cast and crew and put them on the bulletin board.. the BIG bulletin board.  It's taken a loong time to get everyone's photos and everything.  Today i missed one class, and lunch for it.  I also stayed after track (which ended at 4), until 6:30 to finish.  By the way, to those 3 people who said they would give me a ride home, and then left without me-thank you!  Good thing Joey loves me, cause otherwise i'd still be at school now.  But thank goodness i'm not.  I'm home, painting my nails, and then going to bed.  i am quite tired.  This whol track thing doesn't work well for me.  ah well. i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired, pain&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Sarah Mclachlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-11193054?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11193054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11193054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11193054' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-11044447</id><published>2002-03-23T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T15:07:02.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, another couple days since writting.  Not that it matters, since no one reads this, but that's alright. School definetly sucks.  I had track all week, and the first day of spring, Mother Nature decided to give us a snow storm.  So Wednesday, Track was canceled, and i came home on the bus.  Since my road is NEVER plowed, i was forced to walk up it.  And i live at the top of a very steep, long hill, covered in snow, ice and other random things... such as beer cans, mcdonalds bags, cigarrette butts, dog droppings.. ya know, typical Honey Pot Rd garbage.  So getting home at about 3, i watched some tv, ate some food and what not.  Then i started in on my homework, and thats when the power decided to go out.  For four hours.. so i fell asleep at like 4.  Tom went outside, got locked out and couldn't get me to wake up.  then my mother came home, only to be locked out as well.  Neither of them succeeded in waking me up for another hour or so.  At this time, i woke to a pitch black room, hearing banging and screaming at the door downstairs.  I thought it was quite funny.  So we went out to eat, then came home at about 8:30 to find the power on.  then at 9, it went out again.  To return around 3 am. i defiently love sleepign in a FREEZING cold house with no power whatsoever.  Grand.&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was pretty cool i guess.. Joey came over around 8 and we watched some tv, then headed over to Amy's house aruond 10 and watched Pink Floyd's The Wall, at which time Amy fell asleep.  Joey left around midnight &amp; Amy and i stayed up making fun of MTV Spring Break.  Then we woke in the morning and made some omlettes and i came home.  Now i am just sitting around, eating and doing various things around my room that i've been meaning to do for weeks.. such as laundry.  So i suppose i should go do just that.  Perhaps i will view some movies afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Decent&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Rent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-no, i did not get my license yesterday, i should be getting it next week though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-11044447?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11044447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/11044447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11044447' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-10880180</id><published>2002-03-18T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T21:03:27.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been some time since i last updated.  A week actually.  Many things have happened.  I don't quite remember any of last week, except parts of Friday.  Short term memory.. not caring.. ya know.  So Friday i had a date with Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder.. Johnny's hott.  So is Winona.  So anyways..  Saturday i woke up pretty early.. don't know why.  And Joey came over around 2.  Then we headed to the mall where we ate some Friendly's and purchased the musical stylings of King Crimson. Then back to his house we went and watched the end of Contact-good movie.  THEN we visited Amy at work, and Wes at work.  Then headed to my soccer game (tie 3-3, by the way)  Where i killed my knee, and then waited outside in the cold for Joey.  Then Amy, Joe and I headed to the movies to view Showtime.  I can't say it was good, but i can't say it was bad.  It was much different than i expected.  Funny, sure.  But not as funny as it should've been.  Don't spend 9$ to see it.. wait and rent it.  Then i came home and slept-ish.  Only to wake up at 8:30 to go to holyoke to march in a parade.  Looong day.  Freezing day.  So after marching 3 miles in the freezing in horse shit, through the projects of holyoke, trying to fiend of drunk 40 year old men with my flag, i came home, only to go out again to play some soccer.  My knee is now absolutley useless.  Good game though.. tie 4-4.  Nice fight and everything.  Today was school.  School is hell.  So today was hell.  I had track after school, which should've been cool, excpet my knee definetly kills.  I am going to the doctor within the next few days.  Most likely i can forget about track and the rest of indoor soccer.  MAYBE i'll be able to do track halfway through, but i doubt it.  &lt;br /&gt;So i should be getting my license friday, which rocks.  But i dunno yet, just depends on whether or not my mom pays the 250$ we owe.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm off to bed.  I need my.. uh.. "beauty sleep"..... Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Tired, frustrated, pain.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Lacuna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-10880180?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10880180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10880180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10880180' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-10642119</id><published>2002-03-11T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-11T22:34:16.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joe:  Molly you might not be a god musically or can draw the mona lisa blindfolded.  But you are an all around GREAT person  &lt;br /&gt;Joe:  Not everyone needs to see it  &lt;br /&gt;Joe:  as long as it never changes for someone else  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-10642119?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10642119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10642119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10642119' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-10567268</id><published>2002-03-09T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T17:17:22.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i spent the night at Amy's last night.  It was definetly fun! She picked me up-without calling, ha, and we went to dinner at Village with her mom, scrumptious.  Then we watched Hardball, American Pie 2, and lots of cartoons.  And we made a kick-ass breakfast of hasbrowns, scrambled eggs with chedder cheese, and toast at about 1 this afternoon.  Defiently fun.  I got some lovely photos of her psycho humping cat, which can be viewed here: &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/dc/starlitfrost/pictureskitty.html"&gt;Cat&lt;/a&gt;.  Good times.  It was fun, i got to get my mind of the many things that have been bothering me lately.. Thanks Amard!&lt;br /&gt;So Joe and i are hanging out tonight, and tomorrow i'm going to the circus.  Yes, the circus.  I've never been to one before, and so my parents got tickets to go.  Hopefully that'll be fun...&lt;br /&gt;My dad got his Harley and we went for a ride yesterday afternoon.  It was quite enjoyable.  I'm glad he finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  my knee has been healing, thank goodness we've had a few weeks between soccer games.  And i can finally walk normally on it.  I went to the gym thursday and lifted a bit, and i'm going to begin running on it again within a few days.  Something i should have been doing all along since track starts in a week.  Good goin, Molly.  I can finally eat normally too.  Well, almost.  No rough meat or anything too crunchy.  There's still a bit of pain eating things such as cereal, but pain i can deal with.  I love braces.  The ortho said i'll get them off within a few months, which i am QUITE happy about.  3 years is long enough.  I'll finally be able to eat corn and apples without worrying about brushing my teeth for 20 minutes afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;No homework this weekend-which is a GREAT feeling.  Oh, and i found out that my BSCS teacher gives good extra credit--only added to test averages though.. If you get below a 75 on a test, you can outline the next chapter and automatically raise that grade to a 75.  So if i completely fail a test-get like a 40 on it, and i do an outline for the next chapter, i automatically get a 75, i think that is grand.  He is very aware that his tests are difficult, which makes it easier for me.  He also discussed this with my parents at conferences, and he thinks 75 is average (since it is), and since i'm in an above average course, nobody should have below average.  So now my parents will understand that 75 IS average, and won't give me so much shit for not having all 90's.  Too bad for them i won't be on NHS.  Which i am happy about.. NHS is a bunch of bullshit.  It's just a title to give smart people.  But whatever.  I'm going to take a nap of some sort for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: whatever&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Beatles &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-10567268?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10567268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10567268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10567268' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-10465976</id><published>2002-03-06T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-06T17:29:49.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'm not going to worry anymore.  Everything that bothers me either isn't important, or i can't do anything about.. Such as school, which unfortunately, falls into both categories.  My headache has diminished slightly, but has yet to be compeltely gone.  And, if you talk to me regularly, you will know that a few weeks ago i injured my knee playing soccer.  I've given it a few weeks to heal a bit, and that pain has curtailed almost entirely.  Which is good, considering track begins in less than 3 weeks. Along with track, i shall receive my license in 3 weeks. And many of you will be quite happy--those who have had to endure the long trek into the boonies to my humble home.&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened during these past few weeks that i have not written?  Nothing.  Monday i had an ortho appointment.  Haven't been able to eat since.  I've been living on things like pudding, mashed potatoes n gravy, and where's waldo spaghetti-o's.  Not that i'm complaining.  Except for the fact that my dad has decided to make all of the good foods during the days i cannot eat.. Such as spare ribs, steak, sirloin tips.. i could go on.  But then, i believe, my stomach will begin to churn, realize there is no food, and start eating itself.  Which, after viewing the biology movies, i can assume it is not good.  And if any of you are in biology with me, you know what i mean, and you have probably lost your appettite now.&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday my dad got his bike.  Not just any bike.. The Harley he has been waiting for buy for over 30 years.  It is not the one he has yearned for.. That he will purchase next year.  But hey, it's a bike, and he is happy.  And him being happy makes my mom happy.  And my parents being happy means they will be nice.  Them being nice means they won't try and ruin my life for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm off... to go do.. well, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Decent but starving! (i think i've already lost about 10 lbs)&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: GnR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-10465976?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10465976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10465976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10465976' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-10321147</id><published>2002-03-03T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T00:21:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...I'm just another inconvenience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people should understand that.&lt;br /&gt;Only one will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-10321147?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10321147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10321147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10321147' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-10069507</id><published>2002-02-24T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-24T12:14:14.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 1/2 weeks later the headache has only gained strength. Maybe i really do have brain cancer.. or a tumor or something. So today is Sunday, last day of vacation.  I am quite upset about that.  Going back to school will worsen the throbbing pain inside my head.  &lt;br /&gt;So let's see.. what have i done lately... Thursday night i went to Jesters with my brother.  Friday night i slept over Shannons house after a soccer game-which we won! ha.  And last night Joey and Wes came over to watch movies.  Good times.  For the most part my vacation was pretty uneventful.  The first time i left my house was Thursday-and i went out with my brother that night.  I'm pathetic.  So now i'm just sitting here eating an onion bagel with cream cheese and drinking warm pink lemonade, dreading my soccer game at 9 tonight, and school tomorrow.  I hope i didn't have any homework.. cause i didn't do a damn thing.  I didn't even bring anything home.  Ah well.  I made a list of things to do over vacation, and didn't do any of them.  Well i did half of one--i wanted to compeltely update my entire page.  I changed the layout of the main page, and of "Essence", but i've been too unmotivated to do anything else.  I haven't been sleeping well lately.  Perhaps yet another side effect of my headaches.  I've been going to bed at like 4, 5, 6am.. and waking up at around 8 or 9am.  But i haven't been tired enough to go back to sleep.. It's very odd.  Maybe i should go pay the doctor a visit.. maybe not.  Well, now that my bagel's gone, and my pink lemonade is too warm to be enjoyed, i will depart.. Perhaps to do something productive... right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: okay.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Nightwish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-10069507?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10069507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/10069507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10069507' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9990596</id><published>2002-02-21T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-22T00:01:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of the year, i've been waiting for something. Somethign to happen, something to show me that this year will be great.  But after two months of waiting and searching, i know that 2002 will be no better than 2001. Something is going to need to happen otherwise I'll be in a rut so deep I'll never get out. I've become so unmotivated and morose. I'm a monster of undesire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Don't let me get me-&lt;/i&gt;  Maybe it's because of this headache.  I think I have brain cancer... maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: It's bad when you annoy yourself/So irritating&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nevermore - Dreaming Neon Black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9990596?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9990596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9990596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9990596' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9906533</id><published>2002-02-19T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T21:57:28.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've come to the conclusion that i am extremely boring.  Thats the only logical explanation i can find for why i have no friends.  It makes perfect sense, it's even obvious when i talk to people online and stuff.  I'll IM somebody and we'll say the normal greetings and what not (Hi, how are you, what's up, etc), and then the conversation just kinda dies.  I'll try and talk about something, but again, it's kinda pointless.&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;I now have proof of my pointless existance! I took the following quizzes, and ended up with the following results....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.extinguished.org/sarah/font/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.extinguished.org/sarah/font/times.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowie! You are Times New Roman! You may set the standard for many things, but you aren't really very interesting and many consider you to be ugly/a waste of space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://violeteyes.org/tests/fruit/fruittest.html target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://violeteyes.org/tests/fruit/apple.gif border="0" alt="i'm apple flavoured!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i rock, huh. So i guess now i know why i have so much free time.  I should write a book.  A novel.  I've got the time, now i just need the talent.  Well, i suppose talent isn't needed, there's lots of shitty authors out there, i could be one of them! Too bad, if i was good maybe i could meet Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.. Because i am quite bored and wide awake after 3 cups of capuccino, i'll discuss the latest news in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you (you.. as in the 2 people who read this..) know my feelings on religion.  And if you don't, then perhaps ill tell just a bit for you:&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked my religion-Catholicism.  And because of that, i had earlier come to the conclusion that i didn't like or respect ANY religion, or even believe in God or a supreme being of any kind.  But after researching many different religions over the past year or so, i've realized that my earlier conclusion was false. But it wasn't until a few months ago that i finally decided on a religion for me. Now, you'll probably think some bad thoughts until you read on, but i've decided that Wicca is the one for me.  So now, to make sure you don't think of me as a devil-child, some facts on Wicca.&lt;br /&gt;No, Wiccans do not worship the Devil, it is a paganistic religion, but contrary to popular belief, the term "pagan" does not mean satanic or anything of that sort. The literal definition of pagan is "of the earth" - and that's exactly what Wicca is. Unfortunately, many misconceptions surround the pagan faiths. For instance, you've probably grown up associating the pentacle/pentagram (the five pointed star in a circle) with evil. Nothing could be further from the truth. The fact is that four of the points of the star represent the elements (earth, air, fire, water) and the remaining point on top represents the spirit. The star is encircled by the Whole (or, in more generic terms, the Universe).&lt;br /&gt;Generally, pagans use the pentacle rightside-up, indicating spirit over flesh. Satanists, on the other hand, generally use it upside-down to signify flesh over spirit. It is important to note the difference so that the next time you see someone wearing a pentacle (which is a sacred symbol, much as the cross is for Christians) you don't run screaming for the Holy Water.	It is based on a deep respect for nature and the certain knowledge that we do not have the right to exploit it for our own gain. Wiccans are deeply concerned with conservation and ecology, and as in all Neo-Pagan religions, Wiccans believe that both animate and inanimate objects possess a spirit which forms part of the Whole. Note that the term "spirit" is not used in the Judeo-Christian sense of a "ghost," but rather that essence which every object possesses that links it to nature and makes it an inalienable part of the universe.	&lt;br /&gt;Wicca is a celebration of the life-forces of nature as personified by the Goddess and her consort, the God.  Magic is practiced, but only for good, as specified in the Wiccan Rede, which is the equivalent to the Catholic 10 commandments.&lt;br /&gt;Wicca is not a "cult" and is NOT synonymous with Satan worship.&lt;br /&gt;Wiccan ethics are seldom codified in a legalistic way, but may be informed by some common expressions such as the "Wiccan Rede" and the "three-fold law." According to most versions of the three-fold law, whatever one does comes back to one thrice-multiplied, in amplified repercussion. One short, rhymed version of the Wiccan rede states "Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill: An it harm none, do what you will." Often "none" is interpreted to include the doer him/herself in analogy to the "golden rule" of other faiths. There are no universal proscriptions regarding food, sex, burial or military service and Wiccans, as a rule, discourage proselytization (attempts to convert others to a different religion).  That is one of the main reasons this religion appeals to me, religion is a personal inclination that should be respected by others.  Proselytization in my mind, is more of a "sin" than some of the things specified in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;AND A FINAL NOTE: I know plenty about your religion; pay me the respect of learning about mine before you judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Decent&lt;br /&gt;Curent Music: Billy Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9906533?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9906533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9906533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9906533' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9734769</id><published>2002-02-14T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T17:48:50.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dieing.  At least thats what i think.  I was actually lying on my bed thinking to myself, wow, this is my death bed.  My parents will find me here in the morning, cold hard, and dead.  What am i dieing from you may ask?  A headache.  That is right.  If the headache itself doesn't kill me, i think i may have to take matters into my own hands.  Have you ever had one of those headaches that lasts for days? no? Me either.. but i have had this stabbing pain across my forehead and continuing its circle around to the back of my head for about 3 days now.  Nothing has worked. Last night i got home from rehearsal at 5:30, ate some macaroni and cheese(only about 4 bites before i could barely see because of the pain), and i was in bed by 6.  I only woke up when my phone rang.  Yes my phone rang! Twice in fact! Once it was my father, and the other time it was my friend Timothy.  Thank you, Tim for making me feel like i have friends for at least one night! ha.  So then i was asleep again by 9.  Today, i came home at 2:30, ate some Fruit Loops.. had about 4 bites when i remembered i'm allergic to fruit loops, so had to make myself vomit a few times.  But, even still, i will have hives and be quite ill by tomorrow.  Happy Valentines Day Molly!  Right..&lt;br /&gt;Today was long.  We did the show for the 4th, 7th, and 8th graders today, oh man. (If you do not know what i am talking about, it's the Pops Concert and i am in chrous.  Actual show's tonight at 7 at the high school.) So anyways, we did well, but our tech crew doesn't exactly know what their doing.  The dancers music stopped in the middle of their song, came back on, and stopped again, the curtain kept randomly closing, and the mics didn't work... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sing seom more tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: pain&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Opeth :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9734769?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9734769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9734769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9734769' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9620879</id><published>2002-02-11T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T17:30:18.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have become the epitome of loser.  I am sitting alone in the dark, the only lights coming from the candles and lava lamp (yes, i have a lava lamp..), listening to various tunes by the one and only Prince.  I got in a fight with Pete-yes, i fought with my bird, so now she's locked in the closet(yes, SHE).  I am debating whether to watch some Tori Amos music videos, or just lie on my bed listening to Prince... I'm leaning towards the latter.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Pete will realize she's not allowed to pull keys off my keyboard and then attack me when i yell at her, and she'll be nice and wanna come out and play.. yeah.. probably not.&lt;br /&gt;Well i am off.. i've got to create a few cd's of various photos of band members.  Tempus did the "photo shoot" yesterday in the woods near my house.  We couldn't have picked a worse day.. cold, wet, rainy, dark. Couldn't feel my fingers for a few hours after i came home.. Fun stuff let me tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: bleh&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Prince!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9620879?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9620879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9620879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9620879' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9532550</id><published>2002-02-08T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T19:24:09.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As most of you have probably figured out, i've been rather depressed lately.  For more reasons than i've shared.  But the past few days, i've come to a sort of, realization.  Being alone and having not many friends isn't all that bad.  I can actually get things done that i never had time to do before.  I do all of my homework now, which brings up my grades.  I have come to appreciate music at a much higher level since i am able to just sit and listen quite frequently.  And since my parents are rarely ever home, i can do things i wouldn't normally have done.  Things like reading, writing, and playing the piano, which i can't do when my family is around because they will constantly interupt, and they don't let me play when they're home anyways.  I go to bed at a much better hour now.. a time that most people are just getting home at--about 8:30/9.  So because of this extreme amount of sleep, my illness has passed very quickly.  So, as you can probably tell now, this phase of depression has passed, and i don't mind spending weekends alone in my room.. it's actually quite comforting.  Although, I still enjoy the occansional phone call and invite out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am off to see what is on television tonight, and wait for Joe to call.  Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: decent&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Theater of Tragedy - Phantom of the Opera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9532550?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9532550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9532550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9532550' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9372871</id><published>2002-02-04T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T15:42:53.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just sitting here, on a Monday afternoon, being sick and drinking Cherry Coke.  The last of the Cherry Coke that is.  There's still 79 days left of school until summer.. but only 9 days until February break. But who's counting?  I'm not sure i can last.  Whats the point anyways? Everyday i wake up, dread going to school so i can just wait to leave.  Once i finally do leave, i just do my homework and wait to go to sleep.. then i wake up and do it again.. Every day is the same.  Except weekends.  Saturday i wake up many hours later than usual, then wait for someone to call, then either watch movies alone, or go to Joe's house and watch movies.  then i sleep.  Sunday i wake up and play soccer.  We always lose, i'm always tired.  Then i sleep the afternoon, wake up, eat dinner, and go back to sleep.. only to wake up Monday morning..&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that the last of my Cherry Coke is gone, perhaps i will go make a cappuccino or a bagel or something and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Tired and sick.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Theater of Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;-Yes Joe, i really like them a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9372871?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9372871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9372871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9372871' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9214231</id><published>2002-01-30T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T19:57:28.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm getting sick.  I have been so tired, and unmotivated lately.  I lost my appetite and basically feel like shit all the time.  I hate being sick.. considering that when i get sick, i'm sick for at least 2 weeks.. not like stuffy nose &amp; still going to school, but seriously in bed sleeping all day for 2 weeks straight.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been very aggrivated lately.  This whole, let's ignore, bitch at, and basically throw pure hatred at Molly deal is really getting on my nerves.  I'm sick of being the friend for everyone when THEY need it.  Interesting how if i need someone to talk to, anyone who claims that their my "real friend"is somehow missing.  I'll be there for anybody at the drop of a hat (stupid expression, eh.  Who came up with that?  They should be shot...). Anyways.. i'll be there for anybody no matter what, but when it's me who needs something, i find myself coincidentally alone.  Being completely ignored by 99% of my "friends" in school i find quite annoying as well.  Being blown off, ignored, and forgotten is not a very comforting feeling, but it's often how i find myself.  Mostly ignored and forgotten though, because i don't make plans with anybody.. except one person, and he doesn't blow me off.. too often at least, ha.&lt;br /&gt;School is also pissing me off.  I used to be really smart in math, now it's all compeltely gone.  We've been reviewing algebra 1 for the past 2 weeks, and i don't remember any of it! Not a good sign when your in Algebra 2 accelerated.  There's really only a few teachers i can actually stand now, one being Mr. Karam, who i am quite pleased to find that not only does he share my love in Stephen King, but he is going to remain in southwick.  STRHS would not be the same without the Karam Slide, or the spirit he puts into everything.  Karam's a cool guy, i just wish he was actually one of my teachers. (if you're reading this Karam, the quality isn't great, but i will have all of Rose Red taped, and you are more than welcome to borrow it over the weekend).&lt;br /&gt;Well i suppose i'm going to go.. possibly to sleep soon.  Yes, sleep at 8pm.  Told you i'm getting sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired, frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Micheal Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9214231?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9214231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9214231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9214231' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9100376</id><published>2002-01-27T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-27T16:59:10.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late Sunday afternoon, and i have not done a thing all day.  Well, besides burn cds for my brother and download songs.  I saw Domestic Disturbance last night with Joey.  It's a good movie. We went with my mom and brother-who saw a different movie.  Upon leaving my house, my mother backed into Joey's car.  He is not happy.  She should not be allowed to drive, she doesn't know how.&lt;br /&gt;So i spent most of the day on the computer and eating, basically being as lazy as possible.  I'm off to my soccer game in a bit, and i am not in the mood to play, i have a feeling i'll do awful today.  I always play awful, but today especially.  I already know we're going to lose.  We have yet to win a game.. the closest we've come to a win was a tie: 4-4.  We're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to cut down on my internet hours because the one person who ever calls me has begun to complain.  Today i compiled a list of things to do instead of using the internet. 1-Eat 2-Sleep 3-Read 4-Write 5-Watch TV 6-Play with Kody 7-Run 8-Lift 9-Clean my horribly messy room and 10-Eat.  So i've decided that eating and sleeping is what i'll do instead of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my thoughts of the girls basketball team losing on Friday were correct.  It was some outragous score like 80-5 or something. Sad, very sad.  I apologize if my thoughts offend anyone from the team who read this.  Not that anyone DOES read it... right.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i suppose it's time for soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: none.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Type o Negative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9100376?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9100376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9100376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9100376' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-9046663</id><published>2002-01-25T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-25T16:06:04.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there's this dance thing at school tonight, after the girls basketball game.  The Sock-hop or whatever.. you dance in your socks... I still don't understand the point of dances. I mean, maybe it's just me, but i think they're stupid.  Wear the sluttiest clothes possible to the school cafeteria, listen to rap &amp; stuff, turn off all the lights, and "dance"  But the dancing is more just people raping each other in the middle of the caf.  I used to go to dances in like 8th grade, back when i thought i was cool.  I kinda just sat in the corner alone. So to me, sitting alone, and listening to crappy music is not my idea of a good time. Maybe the basketball part of the night.. but i'm not paying 4 bucks to watch the southwick girls lose, and then pay 5 more bucks to walk from the gym to the cafeteria &amp; sit alone.&lt;br /&gt;So instead i'm gonna do something with Joey, hopefully. I hope he doesn't want to go to the basketball game.  Or do anything that requires money.. considering i have none.  I already owe Shannon like $50..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Bored. Quite.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Katatonia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-9046663?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9046663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/9046663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9046663' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8951755</id><published>2002-01-22T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T21:07:30.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been quite bored lately.  My brother yells at me a lot for spending so much time online.  But what else is there for me to do?  It doesn't take 4 hours to do homework, so once thats done, there's nothing.  Both televisions are always in use, and i don't like to be around my family, so my room is the place for me.  In my room i have a choice of things to do:  read, listen to music, spend countless hours online, or use the phone.  I read much too often for my own good, and i don't have anyone to call.  And if i do call someone, they're either not home, or too busy to talk.  So i resort the the internet.  Sometimes there's interesting people to talk to.  Only about 4 of them though.  But i usually just bother them until they get so sick of me, they are forced to leave.  I suppose that's a good thing-i'm helping others overcome their internet addictions.  I'm such a great friend.  Too bad i don't have any friends to be great to, ha.  I wish i could get a job to waste time at.  But i don't have a way to get there. And considering i live like 10 miles away from any form of civilization, riding my bike through the snow is not something i would like to do.  Well.. perhaps i will go.  Maybe i'll read.  Or just lie in bed waiting until something interesting happens.. i'll be waiting for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Quite bored&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8951755?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8951755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8951755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8951755' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8874126</id><published>2002-01-20T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T14:05:15.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, I'm going to hijack a chicken truck and drive all the birds back to my house, where I'd give them a nice little pasture to hop around in. On the triumphant drive away from the slaughterhouse, I'd elevate my status as a nut by occasionally poking my head out the driver's side window and shouting, "Soon you will roam free, little chickens!" You realize I am absolutely serious about this.&lt;br /&gt;I always have this feeling that I am waiting, although I have no clear idea of what it is I'm ultimately waiting for. It seems I'm an expert at my least favorite pastime, the waiting game. &lt;br /&gt;I'm discussing relatives with Mike.  And i realized that my father is the drunk uncle bob.  Everybody has that wierd uncle (usually named bob), and he dresses funny and is always drinking.  A big funny guy, big gut, and lots of hair.  Thats my dad.  He's always got a beer in his hand, is pesters everyone who walks by.  He doesn't get up too often, just kinda sits.  He wears jeans and red suspenders with a belt all the time.  When he gets real old and his hair turns grey, he'll look like santa claus.  I think he should sign up to be one at the mall, he won't need to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Eh bored&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Enya - Admiemus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8874126?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8874126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8874126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8874126' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8862085</id><published>2002-01-20T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T00:32:26.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmph, i don't want to be here.  I'm sick of drinking water, i want some damn pink lemonade.  Bagel's good though.  So i'm just sitting here drinking my warm water and cold bagel, listening to some Enya, with lots of candles and incense burning.  A typical Saturday night for me.  Hung out with Joey tonight, it was grand.  The snow was bad, so it was difficult getting there, but it's all good.  I'm having a bit of troubl sleeping.  I am quite tired, but i just can't fall asleep.  Ah well.  I don't want tomorrow to be Sunday.  Sunday's are so boring.  Well, i might go to the Boston Museum of Art tomorrow with my mom, so i suppose that might be allright.  And no school Monday, so even better!  Thank god Martin Luther King was shot! Now i get a day off from school!&lt;br /&gt;Ah well... I suppose i'll get some fake sleep tonight then.  Good ole sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood:  Pretty good, just a lil tired&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Enya - May it be... very relaxing if your stressed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8862085?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8862085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8862085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8862085' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8817546</id><published>2002-01-18T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T11:47:55.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, finals are finally over!! I passed them all!! Gym-81, English-90, and History-74.  Not too bad, eh?  I am so happy this semester is finally over.  Never again will i have Camerotta for a teacher :)&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm home, eating tortilla chips with nacho cheese &amp; sour cream.  It is quite good!  Perhaps i will go view some old SNL video's, and also record some more! Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Good!&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Pink Floyd - Echoes, Hey You.  Great cd, great song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8817546?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8817546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8817546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8817546' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8655119</id><published>2002-01-13T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T13:56:17.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being sick and tired is definetly far from fun when you have to write 49 essays in one day.  Yes, 49.  And no, i am not lieing.  For each scene in Hamlet we had to write 3 short essay things.  All together that is 48.  I also have a history essay on the causes of ww1 to write.  Any help is more than welcome.&lt;br /&gt;I had a soccer game this morning-we tied 4-4.  I got the crap beat outta me, as i do every game.  Some fat chic fell on top of me, and some other chic kicked me in the hand--the hand i believe is broken.  Fun stuff, i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;So i broke my cd player last night.  I was trying to record a cd onto a tape cause i was supposed to hang out with Wes last night, and he doesn't have a cd player in his car &amp; i hate the radio so.. you get the point.  So anyways-the tape is now jammed in there completely, don't know how to get it out.  And the cd player decides not to play.  If i want it to play i have to hit play, stop, play, stop, play, stop, open, close, play.  Then and only then will it play.  It's like a coded cd player, very frustrating.  But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see i'm really procrastinating this whole 49 essay deal.  I've finished 1, so i'm taking a break.  At the rate I'm going, i'll be done sometime next week.  And this whole, being sick thing doesn't really make it any better.  My desire for sleep won't be fulfilled and that upsets me greatly.  But I guess it's okay cause im listening to Iron Maiden, Type-o-Negative, AND Queen.  Only three of many great bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Sick, tired, extremely frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Type-o-Negative - Blood &amp; Fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8655119?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8655119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8655119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8655119' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8630119</id><published>2002-01-12T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T13:23:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologize, but i posted some incorrect information last night at 7:15pm.  I stated that i have only seen Shannon once outside of school since she has been going out with this Mike person.  That is completely incorrect, and Shannon has asked me to change it.  I have seen her 3 times since this relationship began.  Christmas Eve, New Years Eve, and New Years Day.  I apologize for any misunderstandings and/or complications this may have caused, and i promise in the future, to have all of my information correct before posting.  Thank you for your understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8630119?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8630119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8630119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8630119' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8612726</id><published>2002-01-11T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T19:16:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suppose perhaps i will elaborate on my last post.  I am extremely bored, and have about 0 friends.  Everyone i know has a life and is too busy to hang out with me.  Joey is in PA, Wes is at a family party, and Shannon is hanging out with her new boyfriend.  Might i add that since she's been with him, i have only seen her outside of school once. Jerk.  So instead of bothering with Shannon anymore, i talk to her parents.  More than i talk to Shannon.  Lady E &amp; Mr Paul are much more interesting.  They're married, ya know, and they live together, so it's okay to talk to other people.  They're cool.  Maybe i should hang out with them more.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm home with my sick father, who falls asleep every 5 minutes, and i'm just sitting around waiting for the phone to ring, or something interesting to happen.  Neither will though.  My phone hasn't rung in months.  I don't even see why i have it.  Well, i suppose if i didn't i couldn't spend countless hours on the internet.  I really should cut back on my internet time.  It really interferes with... oh wait, nothing.  Nevermind.  I will continue to stare at the computer screen until everything looks blue, then proceed to my bed where i will, unsuccesfully try to sleep, and then instead return to the computer.  It is a nightly routine.  It's funny.  The internet isn't really all that interesting.  And you'd think that since i have so much time on my hands, not only would i actually do my homework, but i would have the most amazing webpage ever.  But i don't.  It is a quite boring site, with the only visitor being myself-daily.  Yes i go to my own site.  I check my guestbook to see if anyone has signed.  Nope, never.  Then i write some rants, and sit back and wait for someone interesting to sign on so i can pester them for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i really should get a life.  I'm pretty pathetic, wouldn't ya say? I sure would. &lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm off to get a pizza with my dad.   Great life i've got.  I'm livin' it up! &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Still, very bored.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8612726?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8612726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8612726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8612726' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8611027</id><published>2002-01-11T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T18:02:27.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick! Somebody give me a life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Bored. quite bord.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Tori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8611027?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8611027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8611027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8611027' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8551205</id><published>2002-01-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-09T21:41:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, friggin loong few days.   I am so unbelievably tired.  I will be going to bed soon.  Yesterday I was sick, cold, and hungary all day.  But so last night Joey came over at around 10 and we hung out and had pizza.  Then went to the airport for midnight to get my parents.  We were stopped by military personel who asked us questions we didn't know the answer to, such as which flight, and airline we were there for.  So they were suspicious of two kids in trench-coats driving a fairly nice car at midnight.  So they had Joey get out and open the trunk.  They were nice about it though.  Anyways.  So my parents neglected to tell us which flight they were on, and which airline they flew with, which meant Joey and i got to stand around baggage claim for quite some time waiting.  It was awfully nice of Joey to drive me to the airport to get them. &lt;br /&gt;So i got about 2 1/2 hours of sleep last night &amp; i am so unbelievably tired, but i cannot go to sleep yet.  Today was a friggin long day.  I was forced to run a mile in gym, but then English class i slept.  Woodshop i used the Lathe--it's the machine that you put a block of wood in &amp; it spins it around really fast &amp; you use a chizel &amp; make cool stuff like candle-stick holders and stuff.  So i was using that, and my woodshop teacher didn't give me good enough directions, so the block of wood wasn't locked in properly.  So only moments after slicing my thumb on the spinning wood, it flew off &amp; hit me in the chest.  There is a nice deep gouge (spelling?) now.  It hurts like a bitch &amp; is slightly blue.  Ah well, i suppose i'll live.  &lt;br /&gt;I believe i am getting ill.  I have been absolutely freezing the past few days &amp; starvng.  Althoguh i eat constantly.  Speaking of which-referring to my failed pre-new years resolution-i am STILL losing weight.  From my initial weight of 133lbs on Saturday, December 22, i am now down to 119lbs.  I am quite confused; a tad bit frightened as well.  Last time i lost such a large amount of weight in a short time was when i had the flu, a sinus infection, and strep-throat all at the same time &amp; was out of school for 3 weeks.  Odd.&lt;br /&gt;As i am sure you have guessed, i am quite bored, and waiting for Shannon to return to her computer to i can continue helping her with her admitance essay to some stupid boarding school.  In return for my help, she has done all of my English homework.  &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: cold, tired, hungary, frustrated.  Not a good combination&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Tori Amos - Winter.. one of my all time favorite songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8551205?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8551205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8551205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8551205' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8490265</id><published>2002-01-07T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-07T14:58:39.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Tom hit a guardrail on the way home from work, so until my parents come home from Miami, we don't have a car.  And we also don't have a way to pick them up from the airport.  But my dad mentioned something about renting a car, since he works for Hertz Car Rental sometimes, it would be cheap.   But Tom is fine, he didn't get injured in the accident, and the car is just barely driveable.&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a long day.  We had a 2 hour delay, and school was just long and stupid.  People in school acted very stupid, as they usually do, but more so today.  I hate school.  I wish i didn't have to go anymore.  They're fucking me over so badly.  I have to take 5 english's, which means i can't take a semester of Graphics, and if i don't, then i won't get to Graphics 3, which is the only reason i wanna take it, because that's all photography! So i am quite upset about this, and am trying to figure a way to work it into my schedule-right.  &lt;br /&gt;Ah well.  I am off to find some food, and figure out if i will be able to do anything with Joe tonight, because he leaves for pennsylvania on wednesday, and i won't see him until the week after he comes back. &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: upset, cold, tired and hungary. bad combination&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Nightwish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8490265?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8490265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8490265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8490265' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8465709</id><published>2002-01-06T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T18:26:58.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah good evening.  I have no real desire to do anything anymore.  Last night was much fun.  This morning i had a soccer game, and i think we lost.  I don't remember.  But it was a good game. Except for some girl who decided to take out my knee again. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Then i came home at about 11 and slept for 3 hours.  Didn't shower or anything.  When i awoke i came online and talked to Joey for a bit, and found out, once again, he is quite pleased with his birthday gift and has not stopped killing the nazi's yet :)  So i quickly shower and then went back to sleep for a few more hours.  I also watched Polterguist (spelling?!) 1 and 2, Fallen, and Jaws.  All quite enjoyable movies, if you ask me.  But i suppose i am done with movies for a bit, until at least my brother comes home, because we are going to go see Vanilla Sky if he's home early enough.&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely conversation with Timothy this afternoon.  He has agreed to being my bodyguard, because people said mean things about me last night on film.  Ah well.  I put my pictures on the computer, but i have yet to add them on my site.  I have a ton of pictures i need to put up, such as the ones from New York, which has a few lovely photos of Jay not wearing pants.. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i believe i have homework to do, including read half of Hamlet.  Not fun when you don't understand half of what Shakespeares saying.  Thank god for pinkmoney.com! But hopefully tomorrow will be a snowday as many of the weathermen predict.  I have yet to see any sign of snow, but I'm still crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;Tah-tah&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: pretty good, just bored &amp; not wanting to do homework&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8465709?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8465709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8465709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8465709' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8450801</id><published>2002-01-06T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T02:24:33.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The party was grand.  No i am not drunk.  But it was grand.  Joey throughouly enjoyed himslef, and that is all that matters.  He liked his gift too.  Which is good.  And he gave me my anniversary gift.  Its a sivler bracelate that says Molly on one side and 1-1-02 on the other.. which is our anniv date, f you didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;Well i got lots of pictures of tonight, which is good..  I will put them on my site soon maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. i have soccer at 9 am tomorrow &amp; i need some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8450801?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8450801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8450801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8450801' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8440779</id><published>2002-01-05T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-05T18:27:16.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i'm just sitting here, waiting for Wes to arrive so that we may attend the festivities of the evening.  Joey's party started just 15 minutes ago, and i am still waiting for Wes.  Where he is, i have no idea.. So i'm just trying to find things to occupy my mind so i don't get too bored.  I played the piano, i listened to some music,  I cleaned the kitchen, fed the dog, pissed off Pete... What more is there to do in one night?!  Well.. perhaps i'll go watch some more of my "My So Called Life" collection.  I love that show.  It should be on again. Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: bored&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8440779?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8440779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8440779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8440779' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8431448</id><published>2002-01-05T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-05T10:04:56.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm tired.  Last night was pretty uneventful.  Tom and I went to the mall after school to get Joey's brithday present, where we saw Gary Parker and Brian Young.  So we all headed to the food court and had dinner together.  It was enjoyable.  Then Tom dropped me off at home, and i hung out by myself.  I watched about 6 movies though, so that was cool.  Then Carrie called--the one who moved to Florida.  So we talked for a bout 3 1/2 hours.  I was quite happy to talk to her again.  She might be coming up during her March vacation.   We have school those two weeks, but thats ok.  She's gonna come to school a few days and see everyone.  I'll be so glad if she can come up.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Joey's birthday, and his party.  I luckily got his gift last night, but now i need to find a ride there, ha.  Mike's mother decided to be dumb and say that no one could be there before 6.. the only way i could get there is if my brother brought me before work at 4.  Ah well. Maybe i'll walk.  It's only about 10 miles...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be awake right now.  What is it that woke me up, you may ask.  Well, it was the friggin rooster in the wall.  I swear i'm going to cut open that wall and beat it with a friggin bat.  Ah well.. maybe i'll go eat breakfast or something sinec i can't fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: TIRED&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:Tori Amos - little earthquakes.. great cd!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8431448?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8431448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8431448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8431448' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8401229</id><published>2002-01-04T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T06:55:30.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, so school sucks, obviously.  I don't think my English teacher realizes i have 4 other classes..  Oh well.  As sorry as i am to have to say this.. my parents being away also fairy sucks.  Soccre meeting on Saturday-can't go, don't have a ride.  Soccer game sunday morning-probably can't go, don't have a ride.  Saturday night, Joey's birthday party? Can't go, don't have a ride.  Joey can't pick me up and i don't know anyone else that will drive out to the boonies to get me.  AND I need to go to the mall to get Joey a birthday present-can't. Don't have a ride.  Less than 2 months and i'll be able to drive myself.  &lt;br /&gt;Im off to friggin school now.  At least its Friday.  I think that will get me through the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: tired and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Lacuna Coil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8401229?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8401229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8401229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8401229' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8388531</id><published>2002-01-03T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T19:47:04.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School = Hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8388531?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8388531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8388531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8388531' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8371100</id><published>2002-01-03T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T07:01:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning. It is a little before seven, and i am just waiting around before i go to school.  Not exactly looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, most people say that they want to go back so that they can "see everybody".  Well, my theory is, if you didn't see them over vacation, then whats the point?  Then they're not exactly "worth" seeing.  See, the only people, besides shannon, that i saw over vacation don't even go to school anyways.  I did not see anyone from school at all, or even talk to any of them.  I'm not complaining, i don't care.  I just find myself lacking friends to see in school. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is great.  I haven't even gotten to school yet and i already have a headache.  It must be like a psychic thing.  I know i'm going to school momentarily, so why not start the headache early and get it over with, eh?  Perhaps the headache is from the hideous sound coming from within the walls of my room.  I have a rooster crowing in the wall.  Makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;When i was about 6 years old, my brother got a watch for christmas from our grandfather and the alarm on it was a rooster.  So a few months later, Tom's friend, Chris came over one day &amp; we jokingly took the watch from him &amp; stuff.  And in my bedroom, above my desk, there is a space between the walls and it goes all the way down to the floor.  Why it's there, i do not know.  Well, both Chris and i were unaware of this space and we went to hide the watch on what i thought was just a small shelf type thing.  Well, it fell between the walls and has been there ever since.  And for some reason this watch is STILL working.  But finally, the battery is dieing, either that or the rooster has become extremely drunk.  Or so it sounds.  But Tom had set the watch to some ridiculous time and now it tends to go off every morning.  Sometimes around 3 or 4.  Sometimes 5 or 6.  It is never the same time though, and it wakes me up, which does not make me a happy camper.  This morning, it started going off at about 6:30, and it is still going.  Why, i do not know.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, i suppose it's time for school now. Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: not too great&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Some Jazz stuff my brother is playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8371100?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8371100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8371100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8371100' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8356758</id><published>2002-01-02T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T18:49:40.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 hours left.  And how am i spending it, doing a wonderful essay.  Actually, it's not too bad, i jsut like to procrastinate.  It's on Of Mice and Men, which is a good book.  But the assignment is dumb. Horribly dumb.  Ah well.  &lt;br /&gt;Today i did nothing.  It was wonderful.  I had macaroni n cheese for breakfast, and again for lunch.  Well, breakfast is at about 12:30.. and lunch at 3.. go figure.  But tomorrow, i will have to return to the daily routine of dunkin donuts hot chocolate for breakfast and grilled cheese, french fries, and milk for lunch.  Can't you just feel the excitement in my words?  Ha, that's sad.  I am complaining about going back to school because of my lunch.  Thats the only 40 minutes of freedom in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, i need to go to the mall.  How i shall get there i do not know.  but it is important i go before Saturday, because Saturday is Joey's brithday and i must get him a gift.  I love waiting until the last minute and not having any money.  Yes, i am borrowing money from Shannon (thank you! You will get it back someday, Shan, someday..)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly, i have no had the chance to grocery shop.  My dad was supposed to be home at 5.. but is stuck on the boat until 8 or 9.  And his car is in New York.  He is in New Haven ct.  Good place to be eh.  I guess he can't get the truck, because if he did, he wouldn't be home until 4 am, and my parents' flight leaves at 6.  So in New York the truck shall stay.  And without groceries i shall be.  Well, unless that is where Tom is now.  He left at around 4 saying he needed to go to "the store".  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i suppose i should get back and do my homework, eh.  I hate that.  I especially love how i did not know of this assignment until 20 minutes ago.  Ah well. goodbye goodnight. whatever&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Dreading school &amp; homework.  Excited for the departure of the parents.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8356758?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8356758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8356758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8356758' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8346078</id><published>2002-01-02T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T11:47:17.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love alarm clocks.  Especially when i am sleeping.  And when Tom forgets to turn his off when he leaves for work at 9, so it went off for about 2 hours before i got up and threw a shoe at it.  I don't think the wires are supposed to be hanging out like that...&lt;br /&gt;Trying to go back to sleep. Very tired.  Only one day left. God help us all. I hate school. i need to shower. Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: very extrmeley tired&lt;br /&gt;Current Music:  Tool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8346078?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8346078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8346078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8346078' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8335352</id><published>2002-01-02T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T00:17:00.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening all.  and happy new years and stuff.  New Years was fun.  I went over Joeys house and it was nice.  We stopped by Shannons for a bit, and that was cool too.  Her grandmother gave me a realyl nice necklace.. its a bunch of tiny opals in the shape of a heart, very pretty :)  Then Joey and i hung out some more &amp; stuff.. Then i slept at Shannons house, had a bit of trouble getting to her home though... But anyways.  It was cool.  Then my mom called at like 1:45, and she's like "when am i picking you up?" Me-"i dunno, whenever" Her-Well, are you ready NOW?" ME(since i was still in pajamas i kindly said.."Well, not no yet" And she hung up and has been pissed at me ever since.. go figure.  &lt;br /&gt;So anyways.  Tonight was cool.  Wes came and picked me up around 6:30 to go watch the Nightiwsh DVD.  So we went to Mikes house where I hung out with Joey, Tim, Chris, Mike, and Wes.  It was fun.  BUT we couldn't get the Nightwish dvd to work (very upsetting).  SO instead we watched Chasing Amy... good movie.  Then we all decided to leave &amp; go places.  Wes, Mike, Chris, and TIm were going to Tims house so he could get clothes to sleep over Mikes, and Joey brought me home.  So instead of leaving, we stood in Mikes driveway while Tim and Mike sucked on ass &amp; admired my new coat. Tim took a picture.  Then Joey &amp; i left.  i gave him his anniversary gift &amp; he seemed quite pleased. It was nice.  Then he left and i am here, in my room, alone, as usual.  But i don't have school tomorrow, so it's all ok :)  But i do, unfortunately go back on Thursday. but only for 2 days, then comes the weekend!! yay.  And on thursday also comes my paren'ts departure to Miami.  They return on Tuesday.  but still... for 5 days, my mom can't yell at me for dumb things :)  Ah well. i must cease from writing any longer. i am bored. i must play some pool &amp; get my ass whooped. ha.  Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Pretty Good&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8335352?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8335352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8335352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8335352' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8291964</id><published>2001-12-31T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T02:06:01.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been fixed! Thank you for your patience...&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8291964?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8291964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8291964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8291964' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8291872</id><published>2001-12-31T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T02:05:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to upset me greatly.  I just realized that the time on each post is completely incorrect, and infixable.  The actual time and date of my last post was 12/31/2001 1:55am.  I will get to the bottom of this time error!! And right now.. its its 2:00am.  Jsut so you know.  You--as in the one person who reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8291872?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8291872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8291872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8291872' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8291775</id><published>2001-12-31T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T01:56:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening.  I am quite bored.  I jsut got home a little while ago.  I went to the movies with a friend &amp; saw Ali.  It was really good, but he didn't like it, ha. Oh well, sucks for him, ha.  So I'm just came online in hopes of playing a few games of pool.  I believe tonight will be the first night since vacation started that we have not played pool, because at the moment he is missing.Very upsetting. I think, perhaps, i will play pool with some strangers, otherwise i may have withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is New Years Eve.  A night of parties and what not.  But of course, my mother, being who she is, probably will not let me out of the house, in fear of me being with people who are drunk.  She does not understand that i do not like that.  I do not drink, nor do i wish to.  But oh well.  Perhaps if i beg long enough i can go out.  Shell probably make me be home at some ridiculous time like 11.  Before its even New Years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am quite bored, so i suppose i'll play a few games of pool, and then perhaps watch a few movies.  Then i will retire to my bed to listen to some Opeth and read good ol Stephen King. Goodbye, Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: eh, bored.&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Tempus Mori :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8291775?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8291775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8291775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8291775' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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-3260581.post-8279164</id><published>2001-12-30T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-30T15:14:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday.  Today i created this blog thing.  It was most enjoyable.  And i must say, before i continue with my uh, story.  That "This Blog beat Mike's to Mt. Icculus".  Where Mt. Icculus is, i do not know, nor will i ever. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have regularly kept up with my "Daily Rants", or you talk to me often, then you know that Christmas was quite enjoyable this year, for the first time in a long time.  I received a car.  A red '88 Chevy Cavalier.  It had been parked at a neighbors house for months.  Funny, i babysat for them, saw the car &amp; now it's mine, ha.  My entire neighborhood knew about it, they called it the "Molly Mobile" A name that i suppose, will have to stick.  I, of course, drove it christmas morning, although quite illegally. Then my brother and i decided to figure out the radio.  The tape deck doesn't work, but the radio does quite nicely, although i cannot program my favorite stations.  Not that i have any--i don't listen to the radio.  Well, once my dad gets home from work, we're going to go stereo shopping.  But he won't be home until Wednesday.  And on Thursday my mother and him leave for their vacation in Miami, so when he returns from that, perhaps we will shop.   Well.. i suppose i am finished, goodbye. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood:  Humerous &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Lacuna Coil, ah i love them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260581-8279164?l=starlitfrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8279164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260581/posts/default/8279164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starlitfrost.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8279164' title=''/><author><name>Meara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08132266282669317396</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>
