<?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-7043141</id><updated>2011-07-17T14:55:18.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy whatnots and such and suches...</title><subtitle type='html'>"i used to want to exercise and read everyday. and now i just want to become a better person and find my own way." 
-Lauren</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-110020845017715687</id><published>2004-11-11T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T16:27:30.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how could i be so blind?</title><summary type='text'>"i cant do homework because i have no motivation"well i have plenty of motivation the latter post provesmotivation enough right???? right! duhhhhhh lauren. of course. college is my motivation.i should be saying , " i need to get focused so i can do homework" and thats how it will be done. . . tadaaa... i love my brilliancy. i applaud myself because this a break through for me. i have been dry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/110020845017715687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=110020845017715687' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/110020845017715687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/110020845017715687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-could-i-be-so-blind.html' title='how could i be so blind?'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-110020749816882472</id><published>2004-11-11T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T16:11:38.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>college bound..</title><summary type='text'>it binds my thoughts. everything i buy and do its all for college. its now what i am consumed in. college. oh i cant wait. i want to be there so badly. i cant wait to do my homework in the library or outside on those days that are just too good to stay in. i cant wait to order boxes from the containerstore so i  can organise all of my stuff. i cant wait to get a part time job at some cute little </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.carolinianonline.com/main.cfm?include=results' title='college bound..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/110020749816882472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=110020749816882472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/110020749816882472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/110020749816882472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/11/college-bound.html' title='college bound..'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109371190744614667</id><published>2004-08-28T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T11:51:47.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lj</title><summary type='text'>hey everyone.. i have a new journal. yes i know another one. but its a live journal. so if you dont have a journal get one! a live journal! ya... so heres the link.. add me to your friends if you have a live journal and leave me comments! (share the love)http://wwww.livejournal.com/users/layzeelorso go there ... and dont come to this one anymore cuz im not gonna write in here.. hehe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109371190744614667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109371190744614667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109371190744614667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109371190744614667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/lj.html' title='lj'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109364480071442410</id><published>2004-08-27T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:13:51.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to translate later</title><summary type='text'>J'avais pensé à Sarah depuis que je l'ai vue la première fois cette dimanche nuit. Elle m'a hypnotisé le moment où j'ai étendu des yeux sur elle. Je ne pourrais pas croire que une personne pourrait être si belle. Elle est pleine d'esprit et mignonne et amusement et futée et peut me commander comme personne autrement. Elle est mon fleur angélique. Je marcherais autour simplement dans les espoirs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109364480071442410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109364480071442410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109364480071442410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109364480071442410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-translate-later.html' title='to translate later'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109363920807964068</id><published>2004-08-27T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:14:38.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lala black sheep</title><summary type='text'>so i went to a basic ballet class . level one. a big huge step down for me. and i had the most bigest ( yes im going to say it, most bigest.) trouble with my technique. my placement was all off. i had no centre. my knuckles curl apparently. its news to me. and my hyper-extension well it was just reiterated to me that when they tell the class tighten your legs they mean for me to be over my toes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109363920807964068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>haha love it</title><summary type='text'>take the "are you a democrat or a republican?" test.and go to mewing.net to love or sass.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109347114078085568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109347114078085568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109347114078085568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109347114078085568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/haha-love-it_25.html' title='haha love it'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109346239987467165</id><published>2004-08-25T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T14:45:42.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>find a penny</title><summary type='text'>.. pick it up, if the head is up its good good luck.. i think im rembering it right. if not o well. today i found a dime on the floor. of course me being as cheap as i am, took the time to pick it up, instead of passing it by. if you think about it i am 10 cents closer to being a millionaire. and the person who dropped it is 10 cents farther from being one, unless they are a millionare then 10 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109346239987467165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109339044953928674</id><published>2004-08-24T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T18:34:57.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never coming back to me</title><summary type='text'>"EVEN THOUGH HE HURT ME I AM ABLE TO FORGIVE HIM BECAUSE LIVING YOUR LIFE WITH HATRED REALLY MAKES YOU MISERABLE." - an intelligent anonymous personya i dont know where i stand with you... paco.. im sorry if i offended you or hurt you or whatever i did.. i am not trying to be mean or unhelpful its just hard sometimes to hear you talk about other girls on days when im not emotionally up to it. i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109339044953928674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109321990100094647</id><published>2004-08-22T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T17:10:46.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my sis bday</title><summary type='text'>lol my cat is sitting on top of the monitor. but no its too complicated to stay still for her. she is giving herself a bath and scratching her ear.. so the whole monitor is teetering in every which way.. lol...anywhoness...yesterday was my sisters birthday. we gave her a card. inside it i wrote, "love you like a sister :P. 14 !! wow your catching up to me". ..but it reminded me of a time when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109321990100094647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>rantings of the infomings</title><summary type='text'>i was just informed ... i have to be off the computer at 5:00 pm on sunday evening ..be done with all of my homework..ooooo that is so gayyy... why do parents make stupid rules like that? do they not have faith in me that i will complete the necissary tasks? like homework? just because last year was a little rocky??? o yes that is right..because last year was a total wash up and i screwed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109320417584347116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109320417584347116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109320417584347116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109320417584347116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/rantings-of-infomings.html' title='rantings of the infomings'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109320171624131181</id><published>2004-08-22T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T14:34:24.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little note</title><summary type='text'>at first i typed little not.. lol i really do need a spell check.. if yall see anything please leave comments.. it will help my SAT scores.. lolalso : buy the book "she said yes" next time your at the book store.. to anybody who is a christian... or is not.. i still have to get it.. it was recommended by bob... yes his name is bob, its not his alias.as far as i know.. his name is bob.. i had a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/offer-listing/0743400526/ref=sr_pb_a//104-4090918-4491128?condition=all' title='little note'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109320171624131181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109320171624131181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109320171624131181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109320171624131181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/little-note.html' title='little note'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109318069428186875</id><published>2004-08-22T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T08:24:17.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><summary type='text'>we went to buca di peppos.. man i love that place. we sat in the kitchen. no joke. it was the best. ahh. im still a lil hung over from the spaghetti sauce. i sware some body is adding something to it! but anyways. i woke up today and i have two HUGEMONGUS charlie horses in my calfs. must mean i did my tendus right on saturday. NOTE: tendu - french for to stretch the footcuz everyother day my </summary><link 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src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109312184209652462</id><published>2004-08-21T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T08:20:34.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my newest schedule.. hope it sticks</title><summary type='text'>haha they screwed up everything so bad.. so here is my schedulea day1) ballet IV - at spirit square, 3rd floor, Ms. Thorslnad, never get a full barre workout cuz the bus is early2)jazz 1/2 -at school, 2nd floor, Ms. McCloud, shes preggy so our performance will be in march instead of may.3)algerbra II w/trig - in the trailers, ground floor, Mr. Goodwin, Fast paced class but im doin okay. we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109312184209652462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109258722825019812</id><published>2004-08-15T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:34:24.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its here.. tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>o mi freakin wow... tomorrow we are going to go to school. like wake up at 5:00 am to catch the bus by 6:00. hope the same people are on the bus. i really miss those guys. and i will walk into homeroom not to find bianca and kim but some other people. i will most likely know them, most likeley already be freidns with them so i shouldnt sweat it. what should i wear? blue to be calm? purple to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109258722825019812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109258722825019812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109258722825019812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109258722825019812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-here-tomorrow.html' title='its here.. tomorrow'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109243865443097117</id><published>2004-08-13T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T11:32:14.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing color</title><summary type='text'>there must be a reason that since birth my favorite color was purple. i chose a baby blanket that was purple. there must be a reason. i have always loved it, never will tire of it, cant get enough of it. Purple. so after doing some reasearch i found out that colors reflect alot about our personality. and the colors you choose to put on your living room arent just by chance, or because they match </summary><link rel='related' href='http://cityatlas.net/orvmac/fashion/Color_Analysis/' title='seeing color'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109243865443097117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109243865443097117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109243865443097117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109243865443097117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/seeing-color.html' title='seeing color'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109243720175249032</id><published>2004-08-13T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T09:24:36.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear god letters</title><summary type='text'>LoL. these are great. letters from kids to God.. i found it on this fun fowards site.. fun stuff...1. Dear God, please put another holiday between Christmas and Easter. There is nothing good in there now. Amanda2. Dear God, Thank you for the baby brother but what I asked for was a puppy. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up. Joyce3. Dear Mr. God, I wish you would not make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109243720175249032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109243720175249032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109243720175249032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109243720175249032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/dear-god-letters.html' title='dear god letters'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109234113615125247</id><published>2004-08-12T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:05:36.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'> the things we realize thinking outloud..</title><summary type='text'>imagine. wanting to gointo a relationship and the person on the other end says, "i know all about you". what a heart breaker. i would be devestated. it would take the mystery out of things right?? well in talking to a friend in a similar situation i realized something about people i never did before.."  if she knew you that well she would know how much hearbreak you have gone through an how much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109234113615125247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109234113615125247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109234113615125247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109234113615125247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-we-realize-thinking-outloud.html' title=' the things we realize thinking outloud..'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109173348863748936</id><published>2004-08-12T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:07:14.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fine is not a feeling</title><summary type='text'>One of the areas in which we frequently make these unconscious choices of words is in greeting others. Does the following sound familiar?Jim: "Hi, Bob. How are you?"Bob: "Hi, Jim. I’m fine. How are you?"Jim: "Fine." Bob: "Good."Now, there’s certainly nothing wrong with that common exchange between two people. It’s probably repeated millions of times each day and usually in a friendly manner</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.beliefnet.com/story/147/story_14790_1.html' title='fine is not a feeling'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109173348863748936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109173348863748936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109173348863748936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109173348863748936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/fine-is-not-feeling.html' title='fine is not a feeling'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109233589070138191</id><published>2004-08-12T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:01:29.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun- maroon 5</title><summary type='text'>After school, walkin homeFresh dirt under my fingernails andI can smell hot asphaltCars screech to a halt to let me passAnd I cannot rememberWhat life was like through photographstrying to recreate images life gives us from the pastsometimes its a sad songBut ICannot forget, refuse to regretSo glad I met you andTake my breath awayMake everydayWorth all of the pain that I've gone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109233589070138191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109233589070138191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109233589070138191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109233589070138191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/sun-maroon-5.html' title='the sun- maroon 5'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109232853358347257</id><published>2004-08-12T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:44:39.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>teens love..</title><summary type='text'>i had to steal it from oreo.. it just makes so much freakin sence...Some people think of Teen Love and smile. It's not real love, they say. Puppy Love, they call it. Those people, I think, have very short memories, and no longer recall the realities of their first love experiences. While few expect teen love to last a lifetime, that hardly makes it less real. Half or more of all adult love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109232853358347257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109232853358347257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109232853358347257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109232853358347257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/teens-love.html' title='teens love..'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109232563983187811</id><published>2004-08-12T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:45:15.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Monkey!!!!</title><summary type='text'>o my gosh. i ran across this site forgetting how much i loved it in the 9th grade. It has notes on virtually any book. You almost dont have to read it. (though you really should). They have the setting , plot, blah blah blah and then summary of each chapter. OMG its like sparknotes. Except online. they do have a downloadable/printable version. but i just copy paste it into word and print it that </summary><link rel='related' href='http://pinkmonkey.com/index2.asp' title='Pink Monkey!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109232563983187811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109232563983187811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109232563983187811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109232563983187811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/pink-monkey.html' title='Pink Monkey!!!!'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109218405320968275</id><published>2004-08-10T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:47:17.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>support finally!</title><summary type='text'>so i was telling my parents about my plans.. and they said i think its wonderful. my dad said"those are wonderfull goals to have" - DADi am in utter shock. jaw dropped and everything! and throughout the convorsation my mom said you need to make sure you visit it. and i think that studying abroad would be fabity fab fab fab... okay im really gonna go.. i dont feel well.."Those who do not know how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109218405320968275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109218405320968275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109218405320968275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109218405320968275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/support-finally.html' title='support finally!'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109217971283425784</id><published>2004-08-10T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:49:47.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you gotta have a plan stan!</title><summary type='text'>so ive come up with my plan for the future. YAY for me! i know its corny but it works!... its highly reccommended! youll feel great about life and it will impress your guidance counselor!SOOOO&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;while in high shcool im gonna go to night college at CPCC to start on my interior design degree. ill take some simple courses like color theory or auto-cad(a cpu program). and when i graduate high </summary><link rel='related' href='http://invest.vic.gov.au/Living+in+Victoria/Introduction.htm' title='you gotta have a plan stan!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109217971283425784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109217971283425784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109217971283425784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109217971283425784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-gotta-have-plan-stan.html' title='you gotta have a plan stan!'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109215152269489760</id><published>2004-08-10T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:54:51.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.. hehe</title><summary type='text'>Name: Lauren Piercings: 2 will get moreTattoos: 0 will get some Height: 5"4 1/2Shoe Size : 9Siblings: caitlin [Firsts...]First car: its going to be 95 toyota corolla (blech)First screen name: purplelordancerFirst self purchased album: umm melissa ethridge First funeral: dont know who it was, i was youngFirst pets: dog poofterFirst piercing/tattoo: first piercing , lobes when i was 8 mos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109215152269489760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109215152269489760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109215152269489760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109215152269489760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/bored-hehe.html' title='bored.. hehe'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109206894737113412</id><published>2004-08-09T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:57:35.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its not just me.</title><summary type='text'>my dad just called from work. says hes coming down with the flu. (sp?) YAY!!no im not yaying because im some insesitive moron that has no sensitivity (and no vocabulary).Im Yaying because that means me being sick is logical!Im not crazy for random barfing.yUck-O-rAm-A!and that also means that my being sick is a real thing.i was hoping it was something psychological.where i could make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109206894737113412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109206894737113412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109206894737113412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109206894737113412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-not-just-me.html' title='its not just me.'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109205789398943998</id><published>2004-08-09T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:59:50.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oprah</title><summary type='text'>on oprahs site she has these journals. theres one for dieting and one for daily use. theres one for gratitude too. where you go in everyday and list 5 things your greatfull for. and over time youll see how your gratitude changes and your greatfull for more then just air conditioning and a warm bed.so im gonna try that.While I was at moe's last night i realised 5 things i am greatful for.1.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.oprah.com/journal/journal_landing.jhtml;jsessionid=YJA0E1CK3UHVLLARAYGB3KQ' title='oprah'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109205789398943998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109205789398943998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109205789398943998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109205789398943998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/oprah.html' title='oprah'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109201108381014247</id><published>2004-08-08T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:03:31.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>parenting teens with love and logic</title><summary type='text'>chore list for today:clean room,sort laundry,unpack bags and purses that have crap in them,get together school stuff,vaccummewhat i really did i would rather not discuss. lets just say it involves teen magazine, scissors, a glue stick and construction paper. lolso it looks like ill be longer doing chores then my expected speed 1/2 hour... were eating dinner now.. lol at 8:09 pm. anywhoness.. i </summary><link rel='related' href='http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=UM74BGc9Hx&amp;isbn=0891096957&amp;itm=1' title='parenting teens with love and logic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109180237051634931</id><published>2004-08-06T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:05:59.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee busy mee</title><summary type='text'>So I found sumthin to keep my busy. Creating this darned website. I have alot I want to put into it so im gonna go go go and work at it. LoL Im so weird.. but anyways...Since the breakup ive had a rollercoaster of emotions. And most I dont really care to display right on my sleeve. I still feel terrible for not doing more, and its hurts cuz i cant have him but there has to be a greater meaning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109180237051634931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109180237051634931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109180237051634931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109180237051634931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/busy-bee-busy-mee.html' title='busy bee busy mee'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109174758056821545</id><published>2004-08-05T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:39:34.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whats your element?</title><summary type='text'>What's your true nature: fiery, grounded, fluid, or rational? All of us have many of these traits, but often one stands out. Take a quiz to learn which element (air, fire, water, earth) dominates your personality. .. i didnt make up this quiz. some things i like. some things i dont. take it for yourself and see what you think!SOO&gt;&gt;&gt;Im a WATER person.. what the crap is this...read and find out. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://beliefnet.com/story/150/story_15050_1.html' title='whats your element?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109174758056821545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109174758056821545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109174758056821545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109174758056821545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/whats-your-element.html' title='whats your element?'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109172448398235606</id><published>2004-08-05T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:10:28.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cussing</title><summary type='text'>"know that we've been over this a lot, and for me, cussing is a matter of self-control above all. If I can't even control what comes out of my mouth, what can I control? I understand Sirena's argument that there is nothing in the Bible the specifically says "socially unacceptable words" are not allowed. However, cussing in anger, cussing at someone else ("You son of a...," or, in fact, insulting </summary><link rel='related' href='http://kesoaps.com/boards/viewtopic.php?t=9' title='cussing'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109172448398235606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109172448398235606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109172448398235606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109172448398235606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/cussing.html' title='cussing'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109165383249095069</id><published>2004-08-04T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:12:00.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 03-04 school year contd. (read it first)</title><summary type='text'>i said i would add more and here it is..  please go to the bottom and read the origional first, even if you already have just to refresh your memory.. thanks..i realized last night that this move is/ was a blessing. and that everything that happens in our lives happens for a purpous. even our sins. i sined thinking that i was gay. after i thought i was gay we went to nc and i went to a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109165383249095069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109165383249095069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109165383249095069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109165383249095069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-day-of-03-04-school-year-contd.html' title='last day of 03-04 school year contd. (read it first)'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109164755244011764</id><published>2004-08-04T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:13:26.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont cry when you read this...</title><summary type='text'>On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school you had to have clout, And dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109164755244011764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109164755244011764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109164755244011764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109164755244011764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/dont-cry-when-you-read-this.html' title='dont cry when you read this...'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109164115786655209</id><published>2004-08-04T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:15:09.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bananna and oreos b/f</title><summary type='text'>iSkATeBLiNd79: i dunno she mite say noannanaBannAmAeyE: its part of taking a chance....annanaBannAmAeyE: if u dont ask you'll never knowannanaBannAmAeyE: and the oppritunity will pass u byiSkATeBLiNd79: where the hell do u women get these lines of shitiSkATeBLiNd79: lolannanaBannAmAeyE: from romantic comedy's men wont watchanna makes me smile.. and hes really sweet.. good for my new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109164115786655209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109164115786655209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109164115786655209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109164115786655209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/bananna-and-oreos-bf.html' title='bananna and oreos b/f'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109156426140757058</id><published>2004-08-04T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:16:38.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beach</title><summary type='text'>so i went to myrtle beach. yeah it was fun all right. we left on thursday. got back on sunday night. there was a tropical storm on the way so we were only able to be in the water friday and saturday, not sunday. but when i go down to the beach its not to soak up the uv rays or strut my stuff.. nope its to get down and dirty and surf. well to my dissapointment there is really no surf on this coast</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109156426140757058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109156426140757058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109156426140757058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109156426140757058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/08/beach.html' title='beach'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109070184670533480</id><published>2004-07-24T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:17:39.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dmb</title><summary type='text'>i had my first convo with paco over the phone after the breakup. it was normal and unawkward. and i think the whole us not being together and being friends will work out just fine.I also went to dmb. I was anxious for them to play me and paco's song , crash into you. But after the night went on and they didnt play it i realized i needed to hear them play it and dance to it and sing to it at the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109070184670533480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109070184670533480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109070184670533480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109070184670533480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/dmb.html' title='dmb'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109059087344314019</id><published>2004-07-23T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:18:44.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><summary type='text'>Being alone with your thoughts after a break up is a serious thing. Especially when you get an emotional email that makes you cry every time you read it. So I think that everytime I think I have my life figured out I don't. And I think that only God really knows what's going on. So the only thing I know for sure is: I don't have Paco, and I need to have God. I will work on it. Hopefully if I work</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109059087344314019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109059087344314019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109059087344314019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109059087344314019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109052047838188978</id><published>2004-07-22T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:20:11.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the ultimate mix cd</title><summary type='text'>i want to make a mix cd of my all time favorite songs. im having trouble narowing down my favorites especially since there are so many albums that are my favs but heres the list anyways :in no particular order (i mean these are my favs c'mon)Rascal Flats - Mayberry*Green Day - Good Riddance (Time of your life)**Sarah McLachlan - Angel**Alicia Keys - Never Felt This Way, Mr. ManAndre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109052047838188978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109052047838188978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109052047838188978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109052047838188978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/ultimate-mix-cd.html' title='the ultimate mix cd'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109051524641469341</id><published>2004-07-22T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:21:48.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>archery</title><summary type='text'>the egyptians were intelligent too... maybe this could be a metaphor for parenting and what they really need to do..."The marksman hitteth the mark partly by pulling, partly by letting go."-  Egyptian proverb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109051524641469341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109051524641469341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109051524641469341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109051524641469341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/archery.html' title='archery'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109051387437166612</id><published>2004-07-22T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:30:44.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>issac is genius</title><summary type='text'>just when you think you have life all figured out you watch a 60 minuets with issac mizrahi hoping to get a fashion scoop and realize that he has wisdom that you have yet to conjure. he was making all these metaphors for life while i struggle to keep ideas about life straight and sensible. and what he said just made so much sense. it was so .. wow. i was blown away by all of his knowledge. hes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109051387437166612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109051387437166612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109051387437166612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109051387437166612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/issac-is-genius.html' title='issac is genius'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109045010385867841</id><published>2004-07-21T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:21:34.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes/journal</title><summary type='text'>not much time to write. found an old journal where i wanted to write. (a physical one) its a nice leather bound one with pages and everything. so i copied some poems that i wrote a while back this year in there. but i also want to write some quotes that affected me alot in there. i will keep writing in here too. not that i have many loyal readers. which is fine. this journal is more of a rescue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109045010385867841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109045010385867841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109045010385867841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109045010385867841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/quotesjournal.html' title='quotes/journal'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109018110581950383</id><published>2004-07-18T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:24:22.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no more dieting for moi</title><summary type='text'>well im not going to do south beach any longer. im not sure why it wouldnt work. i think i just didnt have the patience. and everything i did and everywhere i went i felt like i was forcing myself to not be tempted and it wasnt enjoyable. i want to be able to enjoy my life. so i will find some other way to eat healthy. i mean today i had eggs for breakfast. a burrito stuffed with vegggies and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109018110581950383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=109018110581950383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109018110581950383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/109018110581950383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-more-dieting-for-moi.html' title='no more dieting for moi'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-109018244852705569</id><published>2004-07-17T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:26:20.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay i saw paco</title><summary type='text'>paco came over today. it was so great to see him. any doubts i thought i had or anything i thought was going wrong is now perfectly gone. lol that ryhmed. and i was so down and just cranky for a long time. for like a month. and even for a while when he was here. but then we went swimming and took a nap and it was so nice. and it just.. fell back into place. i remembered everything i thought i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/109018244852705569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>south beach</title><summary type='text'>so my mom and dad are doing the south beach diet thing.no carbs, sugar and fruit for the first 2 weeks. thats phase 1, loosing about 8-13 lbs.phase 2 is where you get to your target weight by eating the healthy carbs fruit and sugar in moderation.and phase three helps you keep your target weight consitent by keeping the healthy food lifestyle.the south beach diet encourages snacks between </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108963851700609151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108963851700609151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108963851700609151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108963851700609151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/south-beach.html' title='south beach'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108963799801485918</id><published>2004-07-12T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T20:28:16.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades</title><summary type='text'>Here are my final grades for the year...French 2 - c exam- cGeometry - c exam- dChem 1 - c exam- cballet 4 - a exam- awld hist - c exam- aeng 2 ad - c exam- bhealth/pe- a exam- apointe 2 - a exam- aand my lovely but redicuously low gpa is 2.75...hopefully next year is better..."Pray for a good harvest, but keep on plowing."-  Nancy Otto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108963799801485918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108963799801485918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108963799801485918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108963799801485918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/grades.html' title='Grades'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108947209870362115</id><published>2004-07-10T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T12:17:24.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>much more like it.</title><summary type='text'>im having a much better morning.. my mom told me we might rent a cabin in the smokey mountains for a week in august. and wed go to dollyville and white water rafting and such. im excited it should be alot of fun..."You can have it all. You just can't have it all at one time."-  Oprah Winfrey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108947209870362115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108947209870362115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108947209870362115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108947209870362115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/much-more-like-it.html' title='much more like it.'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108942735763755830</id><published>2004-07-09T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:51:59.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>showers. . . </title><summary type='text'>i forgot that i used to take showers to de-stress... i am alone in a steamy relazing zone. with lavender and chamomille. what more could i ask for.. to be in my babys arms? and i realzied that i cant make a commitment.. like food and exercise wise.. thats disturbs me... "You don't get harmony when everybody sings the same note." - Doug Floyd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108942735763755830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108942735763755830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108942735763755830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108942735763755830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/showers.html' title='showers. . . '/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108942653735318230</id><published>2004-07-09T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:36:28.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im pissed.. so i vented on anna..shes a doll..</title><summary type='text'>Prplmustanggirl: anna annanaBannAmAeyE: lauren Prplmustanggirl: i need to talk to you Prplmustanggirl: i dont know whats wrong with me.. annanaBannAmAeyE: ok annanaBannAmAeyE: whats wrong baby Prplmustanggirl: today was okay right? i sat around watched tv.. talked to you and paco a bit.. and then my sister made kool aid with 6 flavors mixed together. it tastes horrible and she used the last</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108942653735318230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108942653735318230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108942653735318230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108942653735318230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-pissed-so-i-vented-on-annashes-doll.html' title='im pissed.. so i vented on anna..shes a doll..'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108942360341157490</id><published>2004-07-09T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:38:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whats going on with me??</title><summary type='text'>i dont know whats going on with me. today was going fine i guess. i mean i woke up around 12 and ate abunch of pasta watched good tv. and i hung out with iran who i havnt seen for a year. but then my sister made koolaid with 6 different flavors. and it tastes awful and she used the last strawberry-watermelon. i got so upset with her. i still am. my eye brows are all crinkled just thinking about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108942360341157490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108942360341157490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108942360341157490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108942360341157490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/whats-going-on-with-me.html' title='whats going on with me??'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108925212554042881</id><published>2004-07-07T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:16:49.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love snuffy!</title><summary type='text'>LiLsnuFFy37 [8:59 PM]: Lauren?Prplmustanggirl [8:59 PM]: heyLiLsnuFFy37 [8:59 PM]: HEY! It's me Bianca!Prplmustanggirl [8:59 PM]: o course its u!Prplmustanggirl [8:59 PM]: why did u ditch the pinky?LiLsnuFFy37 [9:00 PM]: I had to! His screen name was snuffyspinky and people were getting our screen names mixed up.. so, i changed it.Prplmustanggirl [9:00 PM]: lolPrplmustanggirl [9:00 PM]: i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108925212554042881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108925212554042881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108925212554042881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108925212554042881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-love-snuffy.html' title='i love snuffy!'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108896633989438251</id><published>2004-07-04T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:57:44.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im back from camp</title><summary type='text'>well its been a week.. i got back friday and slept the whole day. i was really super tired. and saturday and sunday i was really bored hell i dont know what i did. my uncle was in town from lA so i know we watched alot of chopper shows and went to the harley davidson dealership like twice. and we ate all our meals out. i eat my best meals out. cuz i can get a salad. a nice one with good fixin on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108896633989438251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108896633989438251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108896633989438251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108896633989438251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-back-from-camp.html' title='im back from camp'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108896144037266563</id><published>2004-07-04T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:19:15.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun typing...</title><summary type='text'>use your...Normal typing: Laurennose: opwe874re4nhjelbow: l;zxugfrnmtongue: lasyyureeeeen chin:sdtyn mfeet: k rset hbdseyes closed and one finger: ldutrnback of hand: kizsdyfgtdrbnpalm: klasutrerwrist:.lsjyuhtgfrer nmeyes closed: laurenwow i can type with my tongue who knew..."If you can't get a compliment any other way pay yourself one."-Mark Twain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108896144037266563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108896144037266563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108896144037266563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108896144037266563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/07/fun-typing.html' title='fun typing...'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108687752768262992</id><published>2004-06-10T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:01:08.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prep for camp</title><summary type='text'>Well today I am preparing for overnight camp. I am a bit old for it, but i think i will be some kind of counselor in training. i dont know. i have like 2 weeks worth of clean laundry sitting on my futon that i need to fold. i need to pack everything too. i leave on sunday and wont get back for two weeks. its in the next county but still far enough. garsh im excited but not. i will miss my baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108687752768262992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108687752768262992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108687752768262992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108687752768262992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/06/prep-for-camp.html' title='prep for camp'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108680275159523509</id><published>2004-06-09T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:05:48.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>been out</title><summary type='text'>i have been sick the past few days. well not sick rele. i had a migrane. it was my own fault for not taking my preventative medication. but you know im still pissed for having to sit and do nothing. i took exams monday and tuesday with a migrane. monday was chemistry and health. and tuesday was ballet and pointe. i bombed my chem exam. but o well. im probably staying back a grade. ... gee i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108680275159523509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108680275159523509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108680275159523509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108680275159523509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/06/been-out.html' title='been out'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108680473948450883</id><published>2004-06-08T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:07:49.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 03 04 school year</title><summary type='text'>so its the last day of the 03- 04 school year. it doesnt feel like an official last day even though 2 of my good friends are moving away and theres a possiblity i will never see them again. i tried the long distance friendship thing once before its hard to do. and i still have not visited people in california i have known since birth. its been almost 2 years and i have not gone back to visit them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108680473948450883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108680473948450883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108680473948450883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108680473948450883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/06/last-day-of-03-04-school-year.html' title='last day of 03 04 school year'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108654052500422985</id><published>2004-06-06T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:11:11.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah balh..</title><summary type='text'>blah blah blah...i dont know what this is or what it will be.. but i know i need to write a bit. and if it ends up being a poem yay for me. if not its just some randomness. you know im random!..... you didnt know this but i can hear you. everything about you. i know it all and sense it all. i hear it all in my heart. you speak to me very softly. but your words are strong. you love me tenderly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108654052500422985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108654052500422985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108654052500422985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108654052500422985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/06/blah-blah-balh.html' title='blah blah balh..'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108653542075463967</id><published>2004-06-06T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:16:12.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dieting</title><summary type='text'>i have decided that since it is the summer and i have the time i want to work out and diet. its not going to be for loosing weight, i just want to be fit. and healthyer. i dont eat good food at all and if i dieteded it wouldnt be something extreme like atkins it would be jsut healthy eating. (which is a diet for me) and i will do a work out everyday. im gonna do abs, thighs and arms everyother </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108653542075463967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108653542075463967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108653542075463967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108653542075463967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/06/dieting.html' title='dieting'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043141.post-108501156788311673</id><published>2004-05-19T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:20:31.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my life..</title><summary type='text'>Umm my life is perty boring.. but fun at the same time. well anybody looking at it from the outside might think that its boring but i enjoy it very much. actually its been along time since my life has been this good. i dont think it has ever been this good. i am starting to become stronger in my faith (christian) which honestly i have not felt too connected with in the past few months. but my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/feeds/108501156788311673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043141&amp;postID=108501156788311673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108501156788311673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043141/posts/default/108501156788311673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://layzeelor.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-life.html' title='my life..'/><author><name>~Warning I don't pRooF rEAd~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07012754019580394647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.wernersplace.com/images/kids%20&amp;%20sex.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
