<?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-1583668</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:06:10.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alphabet soup</title><subtitle type='html'>online ramblings of daniela, just another fucked up teenage angel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583668.post-3645532</id><published>2001-05-15T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-15T14:54:29.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck, i haven't written for such a long time.  howzitdoin? schoolsgoinokay.  no, i'm not drunk but thisizwhati'dsoundlikefiwaz.  ya whatevery.  Fuck everything.  just need to vent without mom getting mad at my language.  Incubus is cool, Linkin Park is cool, currently I'm identifying with Limp Bizkit (sorry, can't remember lyrics, minds too blury&lt;br /&gt;I'ts just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;everybody sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-3645532?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/3645532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/3645532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3645532' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-2852628</id><published>2001-03-19T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-19T21:12:18.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you make sock puppets commit suicide?  For our Othello scene we are using sock puppets.  Othello is no longer black.  He is now navy blue. Annie, come see it during your free on Friday.  It is funnyish.  Nike shocks don't boing much.  They are pretty though.  G'day y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-2852628?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/2852628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/2852628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2852628' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-2832884</id><published>2001-03-18T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-18T13:31:46.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a less-than-twentyfour-hour-old cousin named Gabriel. just telling you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-2832884?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/2832884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/2832884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2832884' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-2118522</id><published>2001-01-25T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-25T11:04:17.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.  I haven't written in a while.  Today is my brother's birthday.  I went to disneyland on monday.  Pluto is my boyfriend.  Rand al'Thor is really cool.  I like to read. I want to dye my hair pink this summer, so does annie.  we'll go do that together.  I want to dye my hair a bluish-black for now because we are alowed to.  Lauren wants to dye her hair a reddish colour.  we'll probably do that together. I can't understand why i haven't started driving school yet.  I am kinda sorry that i spoke bad about my brother earlier. He is really cool.  Just sometimes he needs to grow up.  Last night we had a very serious talk about our sucky parents.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Well, fucking goodbye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-2118522?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/2118522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/2118522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2118522' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1932918</id><published>2001-01-11T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-11T10:48:56.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay reader, i think I may have scared you last time.  I scared myself a bit.  My &lt;i&gt;mom&lt;/i&gt; is sick now.  I think i may be but i am ignoring it because i don't want to join the whiny bunch.  last night in my nice long bath mom came and whined about how fucking sick she was.  My family annoyes the fuck out of me.  Oh well.   maybe everyone will leave me alone &lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt; week! (a.k.a finals)&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1932918?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1932918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1932918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#1932918' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1900154</id><published>2001-01-08T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-08T21:08:01.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way everyone, finals suck.  I think i should be happy about the fact that my french teacher loves me, but it gets fucking anoying sometimes ("oh my god! another check plus!"  WHopdedoo).  I wish all my teachers could like me that much.  I'd rather get moderate grades in all my classes than get an A in french and something low (i'm not sure what) in all my other classes.  I don't give a fuck how good i am in french.  It may just be my mothers elementery school rubbed off on me (le lycee francais du London or some fucking thing like that.)  anyway, i'll never be good in school (generally that is) because frankly I don't CARE what grades i get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1900154?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1900154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1900154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#1900154' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1899989</id><published>2001-01-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-08T20:50:58.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I am and overly desperate and horny 15 year old bitch who's never had a fucking boyfriend.  If I don't find a guy soon, I may go out on the streets and sell myself (a.k.a become a fucking whore).  I am in an extraordinarily strange mood right now.  Seriously, all girls schools fuck you up.  Even a year ago I never thought I'd be &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; insane!&lt;br /&gt;Friend people reading this, don't get too worried.  also, if you know any cute guys, GIVE ME THEIR NUMBERS QUICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I'm laughing at myself now.  Maybe even knowing a boy as a friend may save me from the abyssimal depths of my awful deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my birthday was 2 days ago&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fucking Birthday to me&lt;br&gt;Fucking Birthday to me&lt;br&gt;Fucking birthday to Daniela the Horny Bitch&lt;br&gt;Fucking Birthday to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, I have a very low self esteem right now.  what the fuck, i need to stop this or I'll go insane with my fucking self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!  I'm going to babysit my mother who's so depressed about her fucking bad back and my 12-going-on-3 whining, shouting, brother.&lt;br /&gt;Life as a 15 year old kinda sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1899989?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1899989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1899989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#1899989' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1721662</id><published>2000-12-20T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-20T10:30:59.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you call me strong&lt;br&gt;you call me weak&lt;br&gt;but still your secrets&lt;br&gt;i will keep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;-3 doors down, kryptonite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please say this is true for you, reader, that you will keep my secrets.  It may sound strange since this is a &lt;i&gt;public&lt;/i&gt; thing but I just don't want my parents to know about this.  They would blow up if they found out some of the things i say here, no matter how trivial it may sound.  I use this as a way to vent my troubles to my friends without my parents knowing.  that is why i use my mothers computer.  On my computer, every website i go to is shown on my fathers computer at work.  I have a feeling he also reads my e-mail.  I need something private from my family, so please don't tell them about this.  THank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Daniela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1721662?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1721662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1721662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1721662' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1714615</id><published>2000-12-19T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-19T16:26:04.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just saw "DUDE WHERE'S MY CAR?" and my brother and his friend will are now fucking obsessed with saying the word &lt;i&gt;dude&lt;/i&gt;.  He looked at my blog for a second and got really mad at me for saying &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; dog was mine, he can be a real asshole sometimes.  What the fuck, he is totally into the fact that &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; dog is &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; since he got it for a birthday present 2 years ago. Whatever!!  He &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; two years younger than me, but sometimes he acts like such a baby! I don't think I knew any 7th graders who acted that young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1714615?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1714615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1714615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1714615' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1712122</id><published>2000-12-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-19T12:12:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;18 days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't posted in a while.  WE GOT RID OF THE BLURRY SCREEN!!!! yeay.  but the fucking computer still beeps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT TO GO TO kroq's almost acoustic christmas!!! it was a lot of fun, exept for the fact we got the worst fucking seats in the house, back row, balcony, very side.  we could'nt even see the screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS OF THE KROQ ALMOST ACOUSTIC CHRISTMAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the violins behind incubus (aka the best band ever)&lt;br /&gt;Deftones playing weezer&lt;br /&gt;Deftones throwing waterbottles into the mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE FROM GREEN DAY: "this isn't a democracy, bush is president!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got incubus's new CD!!! :-) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lately i've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from&lt;br&gt;the burdens of the planet earth&lt;br&gt;gravity, hipocracy and the perils of being in 3D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1712122?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1712122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1712122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1712122' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1712115</id><published>2000-12-19T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-19T11:59:39.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;18 days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't posted in a while.  WE GOT RID OF THE BLURRY SCREEN!!!! yeay.  but the fucking computer still beeps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT TO GO TO kroq's almost acoustic christmas!!! it was a lot of fun, exept for the fact we got the worst fucking seats in the house, back row, balcony, very side.  we could'nt even see the screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS OF THE KROQ ALMOST ACOUSTIC CHRISTMAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the violins behind incubus (aka the best band ever)&lt;br /&gt;Deftones playing weezer&lt;br /&gt;Deftones throwing waterbottles into the mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE FROM GREEN DAY: "this isn't a democracy, bush is president!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got incubus's new CD!!! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lately i've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from&lt;br&gt;the burdens of the planet earth&lt;br&gt;gravity, hipocracy and the perils of being in 3D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1712115?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1712115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1712115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1712115' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1611128</id><published>2000-12-09T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-09T14:18:25.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dog's tongue is at least double the size of her body.  She is a penbroke Welsh Corgi and she is really cute.  if you didn't know, corgies are the kind of dog the queen of england has.  they are small dogs and are extremely nice.&lt;p&gt;According to my brother, my dad's in the back of a police car right now with handcuffs on.  it's quite ammusing actually.  you see, he gets these fits of temper frequently and apparently he was stopped for not having a front licence plate and was quite rude to the policeman.  if you know me, don't mention this, my mom's probably as embarrased as i am ammused.  my brother was there in the car with him, and he had a friend over, my mom's embarrased for that.  HA! oh well&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp see ya!&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp Daniela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1611128?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1611128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1611128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1611128' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1601418</id><published>2000-12-08T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-08T12:25:24.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>btw, it's cronological (as opposed to reverse) within days now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1601418?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1601418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1601418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1601418' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1601407</id><published>2000-12-08T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-08T12:23:50.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>29 days till my birthday.  i'm still working on my english paper :( gtg, the bell rang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1601407?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1601407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1601407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1601407' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1595705</id><published>2000-12-07T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-08T11:12:53.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i can't resist.  i'm posting the chicken joke.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new and improved "Chicken"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; VICE PRESIDENT GORE&lt;br /&gt; I fight for the chickens and I am fighting for the chickens right now. I will not give up on the chickens crossing the road! I will fight for the chickens and I will not disappoint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GOVERNOR GEORGE W. BUSH&lt;br /&gt; I don't believe we need to get the chickens across the road. I say give the road to the chickens and let them decide. The government needs to let go of strangling the chickens so they can get across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SENATOR LIEBERMAN&lt;br /&gt; I believe that every chicken has the right to worship their God in their own way. Crossing the road is a spiritual journey and no chicken should be denied the right to cross the road in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SECRETARY CHENEY&lt;br /&gt; Chickens are big-time because they have wings. They could fly if they wanted to. Chickens don't want to cross the road. They don't need help crossing the road. In fact, I'm not interested in crossing the road myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RALPH NADER&lt;br /&gt; Chickens are misled into believing there is a road by the evil tiremakers. Chickens aren't ignorant, but our society pays tiremakers to create the need for these roads and then lures chickens into believing there is an advantage to crossing them. Down with roads, up with chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PAT BUCHANAN&lt;br /&gt; To steal a job from a decent, hardworking American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JERRY FALWELL&lt;br /&gt; Because the chicken was gay! Isn't it obvious? Can't you people see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to the "other side." That's what "they" call it, the "other side." Yes, my friends, the chicken is gay. And, if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like "the other side." That chicken should not be free to cross the road. It's as plain and simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DR. SEUSS&lt;br /&gt; Did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt; Did he cross it with a toad?&lt;br /&gt; Yes! The chicken crossed the road,&lt;br /&gt; but why it crossed, I've not been told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; EARNEST HEMINGWAY&lt;br /&gt; To die. In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR&lt;br /&gt; I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross without having their motives called into question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GRANDPA&lt;br /&gt; In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ARISTOTLE&lt;br /&gt; It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; KARL MARX&lt;br /&gt; It was a historical inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SADDAM HUSSEIN&lt;br /&gt; This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RONALD REAGAN&lt;br /&gt; What chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK&lt;br /&gt; To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FOX MULDER&lt;br /&gt; You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross before you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FREUD&lt;br /&gt; The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES&lt;br /&gt; I have just released eChicken 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook and Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of e-Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; EINSTEIN&lt;br /&gt; Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BILL CLINTON&lt;br /&gt; I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. &lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by "chicken"?&lt;br /&gt; Could you define "chicken" please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GEORGE BUSH&lt;br /&gt; I don't think I should have to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LOUIS FARRAKHAN&lt;br /&gt; The road, you will see represents the "black man".The chicken crossed the "black man" in order to trample him and keep him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THE BIBLE&lt;br /&gt; And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; COLONEL SANDERS&lt;br /&gt; I missed one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1595705?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1595705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1595705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1595705' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1595459</id><published>2000-12-07T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T21:06:41.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate braces.  the fucking new wires are just starting to get painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1595459?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1595459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1595459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1595459' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1595313</id><published>2000-12-07T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T21:13:14.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't the chiken joke but it is really cool anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and&lt;br /&gt; female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year (the only members of&lt;br /&gt; the deer family, Cervidae, to have females do so), Male reindeer drop their&lt;br /&gt; antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late&lt;br /&gt; November to mid December.&lt;br /&gt; Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the&lt;br /&gt; spring.&lt;br /&gt; Therefore, according to every historical rendition depicting  Santa's&lt;br /&gt; reindeer, every single one of them, from Rudolf to Blitzen ....... had to be&lt;br /&gt; a female.&lt;br /&gt; We should've known this when when they were able to find their way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1595313?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1595313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1595313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1595313' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1594536</id><published>2000-12-07T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T19:25:31.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more thing, i can blog now only because he's at my grandpa's.  luv y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1594536?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1594536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1594536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1594536' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1594526</id><published>2000-12-07T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T19:23:43.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i said imac earlier i meant ibook.  fuck! i'm back on the beeping blurry computer!  my dad just got mad at me for checking my mail because it &lt;i&gt;wasn't homework&lt;/i&gt; i bet he checks his mail when he should be doing work! anyway, he sent half of it.  he sent me this really sweet joke about chikens &lt;a href="mailto:daniela@wellisz.com"&gt;E-MAIL me&lt;/a&gt; if you want to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1594526?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1594526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1594526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1594526' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1590564</id><published>2000-12-07T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T12:13:20.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tiered.  i'll probably fall asleep with my mouth open this afternoon while those fucking orthodontists are messing with my teeth.&lt;p&gt;i'm not hungry now.  it was probably the donut.  i don't know weather i eat too much or too little.  I hate school, as i said before, but i am afraid to leave.  &lt;p&gt;my life is just so fucked up.  what the hell&lt;p&gt;luv y'all&lt;br&gt;daniela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1590564?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1590564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1590564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1590564' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1589671</id><published>2000-12-07T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T10:35:57.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>annie: is your mum or dad british? i need an answer&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will probably happen is i will be really into this for like a month or something and then slowly dwindle off. &lt;br&gt;I need someone.  i don't know who. if you know please tell me.  i'm still drowning.  ironic, i used to be a great swimmer. my ear is fucking anoying. &lt;p&gt;i need good grades so i can get an i mac.&lt;br&gt;My dream car is a toyota prius &lt;i&gt;(yes i &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; one of those fucking anoying environmental freaks)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need the incubus cd.  i need to get tickets to the kroq almost acustic cristmas.  is it bad that i call 20 times by myself?&lt;p&gt;I love New York.  LA's too fucking spread out.  i was born in manhattan.&lt;p&gt;am i hated? i have no fucking self esteem. maybe because i didn't have any real friends for years.&lt;p&gt;or at least i don't think i did.  i need a hug.  my grandma came home yesterday.  i am so fucking happy about that.  i'm going to the orthodontist today.  i think i told you that already.  everyone thinks my theeth are straight.  &lt;p&gt;HI HELEN. i'm posting this now so it won't get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1589671?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1589671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1589671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1589671' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1589508</id><published>2000-12-07T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T21:18:24.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three thousand two hundred and sixteen (g)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1589508?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1589508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1589508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1589508' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1589010</id><published>2000-12-07T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T21:19:34.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i so fucking tiered all of a sudden?&lt;br&gt;whatever.  just let life go on.   i hope i get to go to the doctor tomorow, and i hope to god it helps.&lt;p&gt;braces suck.  i love donuts.  school is shit.  life goes on and it can't stop.  my youngest memory is of when i lived in bel air and i went outside and my brother was next to me in his stroler and i was maybe two or three and it was snowing.  Picture that, snowing in LA.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align=left&gt;have a fucking lovely day,&lt;br&gt;daniela (NOT DANIELLE)&lt;/align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1589010?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1589010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1589010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1589010' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1584270</id><published>2000-12-06T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T21:14:35.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i feel like i can't tear myself away from this fucking computer?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;you make believe&lt;br&gt;that nothing is wrong until you're cryin'&lt;br&gt;cryin' on me&lt;br&gt;you make believe&lt;br&gt;that life is so long until you're diein'&lt;br&gt;diein' on me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you think that every body's the same&lt;br&gt;i don't think any body's like you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1584270?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1584270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1584270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1584270' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1584169</id><published>2000-12-06T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-06T20:34:48.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.&lt;/b&gt;why does homework exist?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&lt;/b&gt;to annoy the hell out of us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning and i forgot how to swim.  help me out of this goddamn pool.  holden caufield is one fucked up little boy, n'est-ce que pas?  my life is just too goddamn hectic all of a sudden.  just fuck it all.  I had a great post and i lost it.  what the fuck am i doing? i should be doing my homework, not typing a bunch of fucking explititives on the internet.  what the hell, g'nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1584169?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1584169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1584169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1584169' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1583927</id><published>2000-12-06T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-06T20:09:41.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this fucking screen is way to blurry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1583927?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1583927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1583927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1583927' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1583898</id><published>2000-12-06T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-06T20:06:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realized, there is nothing to stop you from swearing here, horay! fuck fuck fuck, fuck school, fuck life, fuck this computer that beeps when ever i misspell a word or type fuck, annie, i started my blog and found out you stopped! :( fuck that! i love the way you talk american and type like brittish. colours, knickers, etcetera. exactly one month to my birthday! 31 fucking days.  i don't really swear this much, it's just the fact that i can which makes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1583898?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1583898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1583898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1583898' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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-1583668.post-1583714</id><published>2000-12-06T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2000-12-06T19:49:04.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone, my first blog!! thanks &lt;a href="http://princessannie.blogspot.com"&gt;annie&lt;/a&gt; (and hi) mwah! class colours rock!&lt;br /&gt;just needed to type something to start, luv y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583668-1583714?l=alphabetsoup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1583714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583668/posts/default/1583714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alphabetsoup.blogspot.com/2000_12_01_archive.html#1583714' title=''/><author><name>daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06241606720915624571</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>
